Hefelt her grab at his coat but thought nothing about it. He was mostly concerned with getting her off the street, and getting her that smoke. The cigarette was pressed to her bloody lips and a match pulled from a box. “Here-†He'd wipe her mouth with the back of his sleeve before shaking his head. “Let's go, off the streets.†With how he moved, he didn't seem to concerned with her well being, but the drive was there. “I'll even buy you the first round..†but there was no smirk, “but we've got to go.â€
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
