[hr][hr][center][i][h1][color=steelblue]Reinald Wong[/color][/h1][/i][/center][hr][hr]
[b][code]Somewhere in Central Paris, France_[/code][/b]
[sub][url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DpVga7kLnrY]♫ Final Fantasy Type-0 HD OST - A Day Like any Other / Day of the Sun[/url][/sub]

Reinald could tell the American boy - who had introduced himself as 'Leonard' - was studying him very, [i]very[/i] closely. It didn't look like the blond had bothered to hide the fact that he was trying to analyze everything about Reinald as much as he could, from his physical appearance and fashion sense, his name... even the way he was speaking. The act of munching on his sandwich didn't seem to do much to distract those watchful eyes glued on the Asian man. If it wasn't because Leonard was probably just being cautious towards him as a stranger (one couldn't be too careful with the kind of people they meet, especially in a city like this... and Reinald had learned that the hard way a couple of hours ago), he would have felt extremely uncomfortable to be stared at, especially with such unnerving intensity as if the American was trying to suck him into those cold, blue eyes. 

Well, it wasn't the first time people had done this to him - everyone would do that, judging others based on what they could see with what they already knew or had experienced before. Girls would steal looks at him because he had an 'eye candy-tier' appearance (according to one of his friends back in his hometown), but the guys... were more complicated. Aside from the usual looks of contempt and jealousy thrown at him when he was asked out by the girls in his class, he was once told that one of the male students had a crush on him. Of course he had rejected every single one of these 'love confessions' - he got no time to waste on stupid teenage dramas, not when his grades, his [i]future[/i], was on the line.

Upon hearing that Leonard was from New York, Reinald then started to pay more attention to the American's attire. First off, it was rather worn out, and the blond didn't look older than Reinald himself... which made the Asian question how this boy flew here all alone. [i]Like, what about his family? His parents?[/i]

As his eyes traveled downwards, that was when he noticed something strange poking out from under the boy's jacket [i]and[/i] hoodie. One could only wonder why someone from the further north with seasonal changes would wear more clothing than Reinald himself, who hailed from a tropical country close to the equator, on such a nice spring morning. It wasn't [i]that[/i] cold, at least that was what he thought. Unless he was hiding something... It would make sense for him to be armed with a [i]bladed[/i] weapon of sorts - didn't he said he had beaten up a group of Paris gangsters trying to mug him just now, even with his seemingly innocent appearance and size? Reinald made a mental note to himself [i]not[/i] to get on the wrong side of this guy.

If it wasn't for the letter tucked deep in his pocket, Reinald wouldn't have bothered to leave the haven of his home and come to this place full of foreboding danger. Well, Leonard didn't seem to give off any hint of hostility so far. Not that he had to, when Reinald did nothing but chatting politely like any nice tourists would have.

He returned Leonard's greeting with a curt nod. "I'm from Singapore," he supplied, chuckling at Leonard while trying to hide the increasing uneasiness he was feeling at how this boy kept staring at him. "You know, that 'little red dot situated at the end of the Malay Peninsula'," he recited in a mock-serious tone. "As defined in some tourist guidebooks."

He shrugged and took another swig of his coffee. Half of him wanted to just walk away before those blue eyes were starting to creep him out, but he had another idea. "Are you good with French? Maybe I can join you for a bit of sightseeing, if you don't mind."

He scratched the back of his head with his free hand. "Well... because as you can probably tell, the French language doesn't get along with me. Yeah."