[littl3chocobo]

he did not stay long enough to get a name, he had other things to do first. whisking through allys and streets. he banged loudly on the door when he got to it. the man who answered was not pleaseed ' WHO THE H-' he stopped and blanched. he hurried backwards and and bowed. 'i am sorry signore rosso'the man hurried to the side room. 'is it paint or brushes that has you out?' he looked at the wares 'paint, rosso, my assistant did not get the carmine.' a small jar was handed over. he looked at the owner still in his mask though even without showing his face the man looked away nervously. he tossed a silver coin at the other. neither bothered to count it. 'i bid you good night, and i am sorry for the trouble' he left swiftly.


when he reached the place he saw the foreigner before he looked around. he could not see the man but it did nothing to discourage his looking, he did not know why but there was something special about the other, his intuition said as much and it never was wrong.