The quiet strains of a cello was flowed through the artificially lit streets, almost lost in the pulse-changing beats of the club nearby, but not quite. Lai leaned tiredly against the wall, holding his darling cello between his knees as he played. He'd been doing this for money mostly, and he'd garnered a tidy sum in the up turned hat off to the side, but right now he was playing to calm his nerves before he went back home. When he came home frustrated it seemed to agitate Chiyo.
His blond hair fell haphazardly before his shocking blue-green eyes. He was dressed in a black tank top shirt beneath an army green jacket. His black trousers were ripped and worn, holes in the knees and ragging at the hems. A soft sigh escaped the young man's lips, closing his eyes as he delved into a one instrument version of Bach's Cello Suite.
He'd been in this city for a month or so now, and it seemed much easier to hide. He doubted Thoros would come all the way here considering how many more powerful beings that he were floating around.
