Well, most of the time, anyway. He had himself a few good conversations with both sides, had gotten himself chased off once, had stumbled into the event with the generators corrupting everyone once but he wasn't going to count that--
It was usually fairly quiet, and it was a good place for him to practice with this saxophone, anyway.
Usually, of course, was the operative word.
It didn't feel so quiet today, aura-wise, and he found himself lowering his saxophone away from his mouth and to his side with caution. Perhaps this would be like that tall woman who wore the uniform of the Negaverse who was willing to debate with him. Perhaps this would be like that member of the DMC who explained what they were. Or perhaps this would be like that former knight who was absolutely convinced they had somehow taken away his identity...
Well, the first two didn't sound so bad, but the last one sounded very bad.
He kept himself on high alert, pressing himself to the wall of the alleyway instead of making himself known. Maybe they would approach on their own or -- even better, maybe they would just keep going.
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