Terry looked over at the sound of the fellow falling over. First drunkard of the night, eh? He’d been there. Feeling sympathetic but not enough to interrupt his snack, the blonde shrugged.
The scent of smoke reached him — ugh, gross — and he glanced toward the origin of the aroma and froze, noodles halfway to his mouth.
Trouble. Big Trouble. Trouble with a capital T.
Although they had been opponents for years, Terry only knew him the way you could know a man who threatened to murder you and had all the tools necessary for doing so. Bogard had scars to prove it. Terry was of the opinion that people shouldn’t have nails that’d make dinosaurs jealous, and also fairly certain he wanted said claws nowhere near him that night.
Diverting his eyes to the ground, Terry plucked noodles with his chopsticks, lifted them to his lips — and paused again.
Kyo. Kyo hadn’t visited him in the hospital. Andy had only shrugged when he asked about him. The doctors had taken his phone so he couldn’t call. Now that he was in Japan, he’d meant to check in on the pyrokinetic.
That he found one — even if it was the wrong one — was a start.
“Yagami-san!” Terry flashed a winning smile and tipped his hat back. “Konbanwa! Daijoubu desuka?”
That’s it, you low class hooligans. Run. Pray to whatever deity that gave you comfort and thank them for your lives. That triumphant sentiment was cut short when a familiar voice filled his ears. But from where
Iori himself was surprised when a smirk unknowingly crawled onto his face, a bit of laughter welling up in his throat. It was quiet, but there none the less. Lips pursed around the butt of the cigarette and his inhaled deeply, eyes resting on the Lone Wolf.
"Tch.." A typical response.
Were the others just a warm up for the real fight? A better question. Why was Terry Bogard in Japan at all? He was known to be a wanderer, but this meeting didn’t seem as random as he might’ve hoped.
"Bogard.", that deep voice rumbled. "I’m fine. What do you want?” Fingers flicked the half finished cigarette into the street, his right hand picking up his suitcase.