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Lucca had gone back to his rather cheap apartment after he'd won the small fistfight, having had his share of getting into trouble. He didn't like to go looking for it, because it always went looking for [i]him[/i] instead. And then he'd heard a strange noise, like a gun going off outside his apartment. He'd gone and opened the window to have a look, the famous feline curiosity of his cheetah side taking over. just as he was about to stick his head out, and object was launched at the window, and he reared back with an Irish curse, instinctive life saving reflexes coming into play.

There was a heavy thud as the object hit the ground and it proceeded to slide right into a nearby wall. The object-no, the [i]girl[/i] lifted her head to look in the direction of the window with obviously unfocused vision, judging by the way her pupils were dilated.

[color=7ea7d8]"What the bloody feck?"[/color] Lucca swore. [color=7ea7d8]"Listen, gell,"[/color] he pronounced girl with a hard G sound. "[color=7ea7d8]I dinnae ken who ye are or what ye're doin launchin' yourself at windows, but ye could have killed yourself with a stunt like that."[/color] When she didn't respond, still apparently dazed, he shook his head and went over to her to scoop her up and set her on the bed gently, then backed up. Blue eyes flashed into green with slit pupils, the trademark of his cat.

[color=7ea7d8]"No' tae mention ye would have injured me as well, and I can't afford an injury,"[/color] he continued in an irritated voice. [color=7ea7d8]"No' until I've got a job and therefore money to feckin [i]pay[/i] for said injury."[/color] He wasn't about to let her know of his advanced healing process.

She didn't look dangerous, but one could never be too careful, and looks could be very deceiving and deadly. On that train of reasoning, his nails sharpened, lengthening into razor sharp points. No way was Lucca gonna have his good deed turn into punishment.