[ Well, shit. Bob's more than experienced running down streets but usually it's because he's being chased, not because he's running towards something. He slows considerably as he rounds the last corner, park straight ahead of him, and gets his breathing under control.
The lightsaber sits inside his jacket, half pressed awkwardly into a concealed pocket, half just pressed up against his side. He hadn't thought about what might happen if the button gets jostled as he moves.
Adopting more of a casual swagger, his eyes search the green space (he's momentarily struck by how much he misses London parks) and settle on the only other person that seems to be at the park. He can't decide if it's a good or bad thing that they seem to be alone, for now. ]
Ronan, yeah?
[ With hands automatically having been jammed in the pockets of his jeans, he pulls one out and offers it tentatively in greeting, a cautious smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ]
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The lightsaber sits inside his jacket, half pressed awkwardly into a concealed pocket, half just pressed up against his side. He hadn't thought about what might happen if the button gets jostled as he moves.
Adopting more of a casual swagger, his eyes search the green space (he's momentarily struck by how much he misses London parks) and settle on the only other person that seems to be at the park. He can't decide if it's a good or bad thing that they seem to be alone, for now. ]
Ronan, yeah?
[ With hands automatically having been jammed in the pockets of his jeans, he pulls one out and offers it tentatively in greeting, a cautious smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ]