To tease an elder without concern for their own safety, either requires complete ignorance, or complete arrogance; Endre managed to perform with the later while showing signs of the former as he darted through the streets. He knew he wouldn’t outrun her, not while carrying a makeshift sack of books; nor would he be able to hide from her, as she knew the streets and their hiding places well as he did himself.

No, he was merely working Azura up to a sweat as he led her across the many moving-platforms of the elevated streets, across rooftops and down drainpipes, until he came to a dead-end. He knew it was a blind-alley, and chose it anyways; as upon the top of the wall-facade, one could peer deeply into the east-side entertainment-district as the sun glimmered off the many glass-paned high-rises, while affording quite a bit of privacy at street-level, the otherwise calm and tranquil street-noise being drowned-out by the nightclubs just on the other side of the wall.

At the end of the chase, he would have merely turned around and smiled, had Azura not managed to tackle him half a moment after he stopped, causing the pair to tumble to the ground with Azura on top, mostly because he figured that was how she tackled people; [i]it wouldn’t make much sense to tackle people with the intent to end up underneath your prey, after-all.[/i]

Taking the minor setback in-stride, he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, and kissed Azura when he was sure nobody else would notice. It was a short one, but that didn’t mean he didn’t put any effort into sealing his lips around her’s. Upon releasing her from his kiss, he spoke:

[color=39b54a]“So, we’re here. Is there anything else can I help you with, Miss Rosenthorn?”[/color] He asked, trying to sound calm despite being quite out of breath by using short, very evenly spaced words, with pauses.

Azura froze over him the moment she felt his lips against hers, his actions towards her clearly surprising her out of her instinct to kill what she had caught. Ears flat against her head, she jumped off of Endre and stared at him, her tail twitching from side to side as her eyes darted around the empty alley as she had not expected him to do such a thing. [color=6ecff6]“I… Uh… no… no this is fine,”[/color] she said, trying to hide the sudden embarrassment she felt, though she was pleased her dark fur hid any blush she may have, [color=6ecff6]“You uh… why would you…”[/color]

Not entirely sure what to say or how to react to what had just transpired, she took to just staring at the male, her green eyes clearly searching for an answer. While she had known him for the past 20 years, she had never really picked up on him having any interest in her, even after she had chased him naked through the streets after he had peeked in on her bath. [color=6ecff6]“I should get going…”[/color] she murmured, holding her hands out for her books, [color=6ecff6]“I am sure Kharlee wants you back at the shop, we both know how much she hates talking to people.” [/color]

Endre nodded as he handed Azaura her bundle of books and walked past the elder, brushing past her tail as he made his typical exit by rooftops and car-surfing, as he allowed himself to be painted upon the skyline for as long as possible, so that a certain keen-eyed person could watch him.

[u][i]MEANHILE:[/i][/u]

The noise of the violin bothered her. Not in a way that it sounded bad or anything like that, it just bothered her that Endre had one lying about the shop and just left one there. She stared at the half human playing it, not sure what other half he was, and then slammed her fist on the table. [color=ed145b][i]“Enough.”[/i][/color] She said, going to the back. She got a kettle out and several cups with a tea bag. Tea, the best thing the humans had ever done. Other than wasabi. It made everything good again.

[color=ed145b]“Anyone speak or make a sound and I will make sure your innards are strewn about the floor.”[/color] At barely 5 feet, people rarely had a chance  to look away from her bright blue eyes to her breasts, she was just too short, even if well endowed. She had a feeling she would be seeing Endre back, unless he had died. He had a thing about doing that, almost dying. Her father had warned her to not help him anymore than she could. He was the kind of man Kharlee always tried to be like, [i]have a problem? Throw money at it till it goes away[/i].

The crowd quietened down and she looked at the new books that had come in, tilting her head as she glowered at the papers. She made a mental note to remind Endre to get more love stories. People needed that. Especially in today’s world they always need something to look forward to. Kharlee wasn't hungry again, just bored. She went back again to see if there had been any granola bars left behind, but came back scowling.

[i]Why were there never any granola bars?[/i]