Me and You and Awkward Silence

Danny let out a low chuckle, the sound rough and edged with the kind of cynicism that comes from seeing too much of the world’s darker side. He eyed Siora as she stepped back, her wariness not lost on him. Smart girl, he thought, but maybe a bit too quick to mistrust. Not that he could blame her, given the state he found her in.

What made me step in? Danny repeated, his voice dripping with a mix of sarcasm and mock surprise. Well, love, let’s just say I’ve got a soft spot for bastards who think they can do whatever they like just ‘cause they’ve got the numbers. Reminds me of some old mates I didn’t much care for, and you know how it is—can’t let bad habits die without a bit of a beating now and then.

He took a step closer, his expression hardening slightly as he looked her over. She was clearly capable, even in a tight spot, but there was something about her that made him think she was running from more than just the thugs in that alley. As for timing, well, maybe I just like a good scrap. Gets the blood pumping, keeps the mind sharp, you know? He shrugged, playing it off casually, though his eyes remained sharp, sizing her up as much as she was him.

Danny tilted his head, considering her next words with a more serious expression. You’re right ‘bout one thing—people ‘round here don’t do nothin’ for free. And you’re right to be suspicious. But me? I’m just a bloke who saw some bastards getting too big for their boots and decided to do somethin’ ‘bout it. Call it a public service. His grin returned, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

He crossed his arms, the tension in his posture easing a bit. But if you’re worried I’m lookin’ to collect on some favor, don’t be. I don’t need anything from you, and frankly, I’ve got enough on my plate without adding more to it. So take it as it is—a bit of luck, or fate, or whatever you wanna call it. You’re safe for now, and that’s all that matters.

Danny’s eyes flicked to the spot where the thugs had retreated, then back to Siora. But if you’re gonna be wanderin’ ‘round Lowtown, you might want to keep that blade of yours a bit closer at hand. Next time, you might not be so lucky to have a handsome bloke like me strollin’ by. His tone was teasing, but there was an underlying seriousness to his words.

Now, unless you’ve got a death wish, how ‘bout we get you somewhere a bit safer, yeah? This place ain’t exactly known for its friendly locals, as you’ve just found out. He paused, his expression softening just a fraction. Name’s Danny, by the way. And if you’re stickin’ ‘round here, you might want to remember it. You’ll find not everyone’s as understanding as me.

@Siora Craynore