[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c574c3d1-731f-4eee-bb06-412d93a16e91.png[/img][/center][center][h3][i][b]S[/b]omewhere in [b]C[/b]entral [b]P[/b]aris | [b]A[/b]pril 14, 2012 (08:21 [b]AM[/b])[/i][/h3][/center] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DpVga7kLnrY][sub]♫ Final Fantasy Type-0 HD OST - A Day Like any Other / Day of the Sun[/sub][/url] [hider=Note][sub]The choice used for Reinald's post seems fitting here too, considering I'm basically just posting as part of his scene. Either of us can shift the music if it becomes appropriate.[/sub] [sub]I listened to a mix of this piece and the last piece I played while doing this post.[/sub][/hider] `Shitty way ta start the day, but it was kinda funny...` Leonard thought to himself -- he was amused and annoyed at the same time. Now that the drama was over, he took a look at his surroundings again. Honestly, the more artistic and romantic side of him really had to appreciate this city from an aesthetic point of view. Even if he could not say anything particularly significant about the [i]people[/i] who lived here - considering his only human interaction since arriving had been those buffoons, unless you counted the one or two words he had spoken at the café to order food and his hotel when checking in - the [i]city itself[/i] was beautiful. He could look passed the idiots thanks to that; however, it was not as though he was assuming everyone who lived in Paris was a prick like those boozers -- there were both good and bad people everywhere in the world. After all, Leonard came from a place full of violence, yet even in that terrible environment he had managed to meet [i]her[/i]... and his dad - well 'adopted' dad, but he might as well have been his dad - was a good guy at heart. "No point sittin' around waitin' fer shit ta happen..." Leonard said out loud, but not really raising his voice or anything. After standing up again, he stretched for a moment to relax his muscles a little and let everything loosen. Soon enough, he picked up the duffel bag again, swooping it over his shoulder once more. He looked around and remembered which direction he was going in before the 'three stooges' decided to pay him a visit. There was still plenty of time to enjoy the sites, considering that little brawl had only taken a minute or two. Given his background, he was extremely accustomed to getting into fights with lowlifes -- the main difference was that it was entirely possible the lowlifes would have [i]guns[/i] where Leonard was from. He [i]really[/i] hated those things, but did not inherently hate people who kept them considering [i]his dad[/i] owned guns. He had no misconceptions about every person who owned a firearm being evil or something, but he really would never be able to understand why weapons like that had to exist in the first place. Even if there was a good historical reason that some more educated person could tell him, surely that reason did not outweigh how many lives were meaninglessly stolen by such devices. Shrugging the internal social commentary going through his head off for now, Leonard turned around and started walking out of the alleyway, taking another bite of his sandwich with a nonchalant expression on his face as he exited and turned corner slowly. He was feeling rather melancholy, like he often did despite being a dreamer of sorts who usually tried to keep his chin up regardless of how shit his life became. He was not naïve or anything - sort of impossible for that given where he came from - but he nevertheless believed that being excessively pessimistic was unhealthy. Of course, being excessively optimistic was unhealthy too, so he usually tried to find a balance. While he never usually was the type to adhere to the philosophy of 'all things in moderation' - being a bit too passionate and emotional for such a static ideology, honestly - he could get behind it in that sense. His dad had always taught him to be a realist, no matter the circumstances, and - in spite of his seemingly unimposing appearance - Leonard was remarkably strong inside. He just got moody at times, but thankfully he was feeling a bit relaxed right now. "Hmm...?" Leonard muttered under his breath as a voice addressed him all of a sudden, and in English this time. There was [i]no[/i] mistaking that the fellow who had just addressed him was Asian, though specifically what ethnicity could be anyone's guess as far as Leonard was concerned. He hated making the whole 'Asian people all look alike' stereotype, but physically this guy fit the bill. He looked roughly about the same age as Leonard; however, the possibility that his ethnicity was also making him look a bit younger had not left Leonard's mind, since he was familiar with Asian people looking a bit young sometimes -- he had run into enough people of Asian ethnicities back in New York. He was also a bit taller than Leonard, a fact which was a little bit annoying - since it meant this guy probably thought he was short - but it was not significant enough to bother him. Not that Leonard actually resented people who were tall or something, but he got irritated when people looked down on him because of his appearance. The expression on the fellow's face did not imply anything like that though, at least for now. As Leonard was listening to the inquiry, it became clear that his little scuffle had been heard. With no idea [i]what[/i] exactly had been heard, he figured it was best not to make any assumptions. At the very least, he doubted this guy had heard him talking to himself, so he probably heard all the cursing and possibly someone taking a blow -- not much else. [i]Maybe[/i] he had heard Leonard yelling at them near the end, but considering he never addressed him by name that was not all that likely [i]unless[/i] the Asian dude just thought it would be awkward to come up to a complete stranger and use their name. Then again, most people [i]did[/i] find that awkward -- Leonard was not really fond of formalities though. It was also possible that he simply did not think that Leonard could have been the owner of that New York accent he had heard -- would [i]not[/i] have been the first person to get thrown off by the voice that came out of Mr. Christian-Walker's mouth; [i]nor[/i] would he be the last. He was possibly just overthinking everything though, but his dad had sort of drilled it into his head to look for the details if he wanted to know the truth. It was time to find out, one way or the other. "Oh yeah, I'm fine..." he said casually after gulping down his recent mouthful -- his surprisingly masculine voice already becoming clear even if he had not said anything yet which forced him to show how thick his accent was. Thankfully, Leonard being in the middle of chewing on a bite of his sandwich gave him thinking time earlier, so his somewhat late response should not have come across as unusual for the Asian. "Those assholes were tryin' mug me, so I taught 'em a little lesson, s'all... Tawk about a rough mornin', huh?" Leonard continued earnestly, deciding to just be completely honest with the guy -- he had nothing to gain from lying. Waiting for a response, he observed the guy closer, noting his fashion sense.