With only a few other people on the platform, they were left with little choice. Either they noticed one another or they played dumb—Goki had already made his choice, so while he stared, it was up to Markus. The other man went with a nod, which had the half-blood unconsciously cocking one eyebrow.
Goki didn’t feel completely hostile toward this man, if at all—deeply wary was a better word for it. Markus, to him, was associated with some level of misfortune, and it didn’t escape his notice that they were meeting at the trains again. Still… he offered a curt nod as Brooke spoke up.
“Nah,” he muttered, deciding on honesty. “Just like… a guy I met a bit ago.”
He more or less left it at that, an unsatisfying explanation, as a gust of wind blew over the platform ahead of the train. Its approach was heralded also by a low rumble under their feet, and Goki’s stomach swooped a little. Should they get on this train?
Goki didn’t feel completely hostile toward this man, if at all—deeply wary was a better word for it. Markus, to him, was associated with some level of misfortune, and it didn’t escape his notice that they were meeting at the trains again. Still… he offered a curt nod as Brooke spoke up.
“Nah,” he muttered, deciding on honesty. “Just like… a guy I met a bit ago.”
He more or less left it at that, an unsatisfying explanation, as a gust of wind blew over the platform ahead of the train. Its approach was heralded also by a low rumble under their feet, and Goki’s stomach swooped a little. Should they get on this train?