[Umeda is not a victim. He also wasn't blind to the dangers. His less see-through clothes concealed most of the bruises he'd gotten defending his person and possessions already. Then again, he wasn't exactly a bodybuilder. If he was being objective, he'd have to say he looked . . . a little like a victim. Maybe.
He growled as a complete stranger jumped in front of him, taking out one of the kids he'd had his eye on. Umeda wasn't stupid after all, he could spot thieves himself. He could also tell when someone wanted to cause pain and havoc. His hand didn't let go of the umbrella as the guy tried to push him into an alley. Really, an alley? He tugged at the umbrella they both held, hissing his words, and noticed that mark. Great, just great. He was being kidnapped by one of the weird ones.]
Get the fuck away from me you lunatic! Let go! I can run faster and I don't have to worry about the guards. Let go!
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He growled as a complete stranger jumped in front of him, taking out one of the kids he'd had his eye on. Umeda wasn't stupid after all, he could spot thieves himself. He could also tell when someone wanted to cause pain and havoc. His hand didn't let go of the umbrella as the guy tried to push him into an alley. Really, an alley? He tugged at the umbrella they both held, hissing his words, and noticed that mark. Great, just great. He was being kidnapped by one of the weird ones.]
Get the fuck away from me you lunatic! Let go! I can run faster and I don't have to worry about the guards. Let go!