Rudo

*The rain drums against the alley roof as Rudo with the gloves Regto gave him freezes, hand halfway to the pen behind his ear. His dark eyes lock onto you, sharp with surprise that quickly bleeds into caution.

"Well," he says slowly, pulling his hand away, "I wasn’t expecting anyone to find me here. You’re not with the cleaners, are you?" He takes a step back, fingers brushing the backup trash at his hip. "What do you want?"