[right][h3][color=ed1c24][b]Ciaran[/b][/color][/h3]Florence, Italy  ||  Shopping  ||  Morning-Afternoon || Phil ([@BCTheEntity]), Sia ([@Yankee][@Yankee])[/right][hr]
Ciaran couldn't help but roll his eyes as Phil made light of the situation, though as much as he really wanted to grimace, he opted to just sigh before observing the are around him, gauging if anyone had even took notice of what had transpired before gazing back at the man with a burning look that was possibly hotter than five suns combined. [color=ed1c24]"Yeah, unlikely to run into one, sure,"[/color] the mans greenness was showing, but then again, he never told Phil his real job, outside of just keeping an eye on areas that had possible stand activity.

[color=ed1c24]"That might be true for regular people, however,"[/color] Ciaran moved the slews of baggage to one arm, turning his walk into an awkward balancing act as he barely avoided careening off to the side before pointing an index and middle finger gun at him, [color=ed1c24]"from what I can recall, the researchers back at SORE did have a statistic that there is a ninety-six point three percent chance that stand users will encounter another stand user."[/color]

Ciaran touted his free hand like a cowboy preparing to gun down a whole horse before squealing as he lost a bit of balance, tipping the clothes over so they would fall into his other arm once more, nullifying the actions of his stand. [color=ed1c24]"Just to point out, this statistic comes from over twenty years of research, so I would cull that mindset... also, there's the fact that I've been at this longer than you, just wanted t'point that out."[/color]

With a huff and a pout, Ciaran shrugged before jutting his chin out into his clothes, somewhat obscuring his vision once more, [color=ed1c24]"Anyways, lets drrrrrrop this stuff off and grab some lunch! Say, whadya' feelin' today?"[/color]

Before he could receive a proper response, something or [i]someone[/i] had collided into Ciaran, causing the swathes of clothing and boxes to comically shoot into the air before they all landed, splayed and scattered around the vicinity; of course, this also resulted in Ciaran and the other person to topple to the floor with a whumph.

The man didn't groan for long as he shook his head and brushed off his hair as if they had been infested with cobwebs for one-hundred years before blinking. He couldn't believe what he was seeing; his eyes widened, jaw dropping, almost quivering if you will, as he stared across from him. [color=ed1c24]"OH NOOOOOOO!"[/color]

The effeminate shriek reverberated through the mall, the palm of one hand plastered on the side of his face, the other hand shooting outward, wide open, almost like a claw as he exaggeratedly twist and shook it around. [color=ed1c24]"MY DESIGNER BRAND CLOTHES!"[/color]

Instead of going up to help the girl, Ciaran was back on his feet in an instant, bolting for all the items he had just purchased and plucking them like a vulture devouring carrion. Funny enough, the speed he was going at would put Phil’s stand to shame as he began collecting all his scattered brands purchases.

Strangely enough, as he did this, there seemed to be a strange, thin red crystal painfully jutting out of the side of his hand as he continued to do this. Ciaran didn't seem to react to it, however, as he was preoccupied with reacquiring everything he had just 'lost.'