[Ronan is nearby when he hears the scream. And he knows he shouldn't get involved- he has friends to look after, a city to map out, more shit that has to get fixed before he can relax- it's difficult not to come running when someone obviously needs help.
Still, he doesn't run. He moves quickly though, toward the sound of heavy footsteps and the more distant sound of choking and wheezing. He doesn't have any weapons on him- typical, that they wouldn't let him keep his gun, or any of the knives he's dreamed up- but he has his fists, and he's a creative bastard when he wants to be. Though that doesn't necessarily mean he's anticipating hideous zombies, well... sometimes, you make do with what you have.
And what he has right now is a near-collision. Nick very narrowly avoids just crashing into Ronan on the side street, and Ronan lets out an angry noise at that, shoving at the other boy in an attempt to get some distance between them, to stop him from going- wherever it is that he's going.
Screaming and running or no, he likes his personal space.]
Was that you yelling?
[There's a pause. A raven screeches overhead, and Ronan looks past Nick's shoulder, a thin frown only serving to make his pointed face sharper, his shoulders drawn up and tense.]
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Still, he doesn't run. He moves quickly though, toward the sound of heavy footsteps and the more distant sound of choking and wheezing. He doesn't have any weapons on him- typical, that they wouldn't let him keep his gun, or any of the knives he's dreamed up- but he has his fists, and he's a creative bastard when he wants to be. Though that doesn't necessarily mean he's anticipating hideous zombies, well... sometimes, you make do with what you have.
And what he has right now is a near-collision. Nick very narrowly avoids just crashing into Ronan on the side street, and Ronan lets out an angry noise at that, shoving at the other boy in an attempt to get some distance between them, to stop him from going- wherever it is that he's going.
Screaming and running or no, he likes his personal space.]
Was that you yelling?
[There's a pause. A raven screeches overhead, and Ronan looks past Nick's shoulder, a thin frown only serving to make his pointed face sharper, his shoulders drawn up and tense.]
The fuck are you running from?