[h1][center][color=a3169e]Dianthus[/color] - Nature VS Nurture [/center][/h1]
[h2][center][color=6d635f]The Stormkeeper[/color][/center][/h2]
[center][@Old Amsterdam][/center]
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[color=a3169e]"The hell is [b]he[/b] muttering about?"[/color]

The sound was faint; there wasn't much plant life in the area surrounding the strange kid, only just enough to hear him quietly talk to himself. The words weren't clear, but he definitely said [i][b]something[/b][/i]. Floris was still a good ways away from him, so there was no feasible way he had been spotted. On top of that, Floris highly doubted that someone would suspect he was  tailing someone 800 meters away from him. 

[color=a3169e]"Hmmmm..."[/color] Floris quietly hummed to himself. He slowly rubbed his left foot over the ground, trying to get some extra input from his senses. Sure enough, Floris felt something. Tiny stones on the ground in front of the boy, and [b]only[/b]. Tons of them. [color=a3169e]"What the... Wait, these aren't stones."[/color] Floris whispered under his breath. And he was right. They were the shards from the lamp. Why would he so carefully pick all of the pieces up again, only to throw them on the ground in some random alleyway later? Unless, of course, the kid knew exactly what he was doing, and that wasn't some sort of random alleyway. 

[color=a3169e]"Let's get a bit closer."[/color] With that, Floris flicked up the collar of his vest, put his hands in his pockets, and moved along the road, still closely listening to the boy.