"Ah, well," Diedrick chuckled, shaking his head, "he's a horrible person, that much I know, but Alain isn't a personal enemy of mine." With fingers dragging lines through his hair, Diedrick's messy ponytail came undone, allowing the ensuing mess of strands to obscure his face. "I respect his prowess as a fighter, plus, it ain't like I can bar him from fighting, can I?""Wait, WHAT?" Urchin asked, his eyes going wide in horror. Damn, and he had felt sorry for the state that Diedrick had left the guy in. Now he wished that he'd just finished the bastard off while he had the chance. "The fuck didn't ya tell me that before?" turning around, he scanned the room for Alain and, as he expected, saw that pretty little Lidia was attending to him. "Lidia!" Urchin called out to the girl as he pushed past the crowd to get to them. "Lidia, you get away from 'im!" he ordered the girl as he stood between the pair, pushing his arm out in front of the girl to separate them. "I dun care if 'e fuckin' dies! Dun ya go anywhere near 'im! He's a bad guy, Lidia! Rotten to the core!" Sadly though, it looked like the healer's work was already done, and Alain picked himself back up. "Keep far away from 'im," Urchin whispered to the girl, starting to pull her away. "An' warn Mr Isak. This guy's trouble. Should probably throw 'im out before 'e 'urts someone." Of course, Urchin would happily have thrown him out himself, but... ... ... Well... Watching the scrawny little Urchin try to throw this giant of a man out of the warehouse would've been an entertaining spectacle to say the least.
"There's a whole lot of shady people down here. Alain might be the worst by far, yet others are hardly saints themselves."
"Careful..." he uttered, observing Urchin's unsteady steps as the boy approached Alain intending to start a fight. It was almost painful to look at, and Diedrick remained on his tiptoes in case something happened.
"Aww, why so harsh? I've done nothing to earn you contempt," pleaded Alain, dramatically gasping. He placed a hand to his forehead, amplifying the theatrics. "The fine lady was merely tending to my injuries, nothing more and nothing less." The vermillion-haired male was back at it again, all but rejuvenated b healing magic and his own passive regeneration. He licked his lips somewhat nastily, gazing at Urchin from above, eyes unmoving despite the relatively relaxed posture.
Alain's expression morphed into a broadened smile when Urchin mentioned removal by force. A slasher grin of a sort, threatening to split his face in half vertically. It ticked him somewhat wrong that a runt of a child would so brazenly stand up to him, but alas, Alain couldn't hide his amusement anymore.
"Could it be that you are scared of lil ole me?" He got a tad bit closer to Urchin, arms swaying by the sides with an exaggerated swagger. Alain suddenly circled the boy with a frightening quickness. Before Urchin could as much as react, Alain snaked his way behind him, laying his hands on Urchin's exposed shoulders.
"It is true that I could snap your neck like a toothpick. It is also true that I could reach out, intending to touch your face, only to crush your skull like an eggshell." Alain spoke nonchalantly, with no more or less emotion than someone looking to purchase a bag of milk or a batch of eggs. His iron grip seized Urchin, preventing his escape while Alain monologued. For a brief moment, he considered shaking the boy for shits and giggles but stopped himself just in time to detect Diedrick's piercing glare. With his head half turned, he nodded at the broader male before addressing Urchin once more. "But worry not. None of that is going to happen, and you have your big friend to thank for that. I fleetingly admire his handy work, enough so not to target his...friends."
Alain laced the phrase 'friend' with thinly veiled disgust, signifying that he didn't consider Urchin as much more than a rug rat.
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