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The man didn’t immediately attack, which was a small victory in Yuudai’s mind. It was obvious that neither of them wished to be face to face, the tension flaring between them. Yuudai’s shoulder’s bunged, and his ears twitched as he tried to get the best read on his unwelcome companion.

Clearing his throat softly, and never taking an eye of the man, Yuudai spoke softly yet confidently. “Just passing through?”