Hoshor Plains Wrap my arms around him and pretend

Same! Thanks a mill, hun<3

 

"I can," he said with a bit of a chuckle through the serious paint of who he was. "I just didn't thinking you didn't want to." He watched her rise after recovering from her tire. A slowly swishing banner gave him a slightly brighter demeanor as he noted her next words. Though the mood depressed by his playmate's indication of leaving, he wouldn't give it ground. Last thing he needed was to be depressed, again.

"We probably won't" he said, not trying to be rude, or curt. He was being honest, but honesty more often than not was a painful thing when put where it was meant to be. "Unless you live near Shadewood." Maybe that cleared up the spikes a bit? "I'm Cry." And though it wasn't his actual birth name, it was a name he had stuck with for years. IT simply didn't tell enough about him to give anyone anything on who he was. And that helped the assassin massively. 

Taking those steps away, he gave a courteous nod to the pretty woman before taking his own leave as she did. Who knows; maybe she would come to visit? Or, if he were close enough to her own section of town, he's root her out. Should it be necessary.
Until then, he would live his life as she did here.

Same as every passing face he had come to see, and lose.