"You've been looking an awful lot paler than usual lately Armond, what's the matter?" another man, keeping a stall for some apples, sitting down on a stool and looking terribly out of shape, with his clouded eyes, the simple fact that he was noticing something about the guard was a cause for worry.
"Just a little sick is all, I must have eaten something that wasn't fresh!" he brushed off the question and quickly spun on his heels to leave, somehow, his gaze landed straight on the true reason of his complexion, just leaning up against a wall and staring straight at him, by this point, it felt like there wasn't a single spot on his skull that had been intensely watched by his stalker.
He wasn't just worried on the premise that Loimos was declaring himself of Alizé, but that it didn't make sense in the least, he had disguised it as jokes and off-handed remarks when mentioned him to the drug carriers, but those fools couldn't see what was so off about this random guy.
