[Erik eyed the figure, and the tell-tale tic of flicking his lighter. A nervous habit, perhaps. He noticed the mark on the man's neck, but ignored it for now. He still wasn't entirely used to the idea that something he'd kept private, and safe, for himself, had an entire society built about it. That it dictated people's entire lives.
The reassurance that he would be fine was not as reassuring as the guy might think it was though, and he scoffed. There was the bare hint of a German accent in his voice when he spoke, but it was faint- Americanized. The sarcasm was more noticeable.]
Fine. Sure. Frozen to death, but just swell otherwise.
Re: walking tour
The reassurance that he would be fine was not as reassuring as the guy might think it was though, and he scoffed. There was the bare hint of a German accent in his voice when he spoke, but it was faint- Americanized. The sarcasm was more noticeable.]
Fine. Sure. Frozen to death, but just swell otherwise.
[He arched a brow and shrugged. ]
Did I though?