Across the street, Kaede presses her hand agaist the glass, small smile fading into something hauntingly neutral; Kotetsu doesn't see it, turning to face the man--the man he's unfamiliar with, because he doesn't know Luceti. Doesn't know drafts or the 'enemy' or any of that. He's just Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, AKA Wild Tiger, one of the heroes of this fine city.
He doesn't understand, and his furrowed brow says as much when he bows away from the hand with a confused grunt.
"What--??"
He looks the man up and down. Up and down. Hands on his hips.
"Are you supposed to be... some kinda' new hero or something?"
The look really says as much. He leans back.
"... Never saw wings as a NEXT thing... Who're you supposed to be, exactly?" If he's a villain... ugh, he doesn't want to deal with criminals today. And wouldn't it just be his luck if he had to work...
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He doesn't understand, and his furrowed brow says as much when he bows away from the hand with a confused grunt.
"What--??"
He looks the man up and down. Up and down. Hands on his hips.
"Are you supposed to be... some kinda' new hero or something?"
The look really says as much. He leans back.
"... Never saw wings as a NEXT thing... Who're you supposed to be, exactly?" If he's a villain... ugh, he doesn't want to deal with criminals today. And wouldn't it just be his luck if he had to work...