ooc.

yes, I am an adult. no, I don't want unsolicited spicy images all over my timeline. please do not touch me

he very much doubted it. he wasn't exactly difficult to follow unless he was airborne, and taking flight would most definitely *fully blow Nolan's cover to *everyone. not an option.

now would it?

cutting a hard left through the crowd, Nolan draw himself up close to the shadowed facing of a few local storefronts, perhaps making a point to interrupt a window shopper or two solely because he *could.

maybe the shadow of storefront awnings would better mask his escape; though —

low ' hrmh ' from Nolan, a sulky sound akin to a cat or a dog after being scolded for uncalled for behaviour.

he supposed he had a problem, then. an entirely *avoidable one, at that, if he'd just kept his stupid mouth shut. but dwelling on that wouldn't make the stranger stop following him, —

earth's natural disasters. that being not at all.

a frown creasing his features, he continued his *attempt to lose his own large frame in the crowd, a glance spared over one tense shoulder to confirm that he had, in fact, fumbled hard enough to draw attention to himself. confirmation drew a —

didn't really matter *which. just that his own habits always managed to muddle things in the end. this incident would likely be no different.

fucking dumbass, anyway. he so sorely wished he was capable of some sort of tact, but the impulsivity of his remark had been as preventable as one of —