Hoping for a normal day being a member of Slur was akin to asking for you to have good luck. You had incredibly bad luck, it just proves that you are right over and over again. Wishing that you'd brought something properly to heat yourself with, momentarily letting out a sigh of contemplation of your life choices something weird catches your eye. Before blinking twice there was a presence behind you. You were so done for.

The snickering behind your back was now clear; scanning the same face he'd just tricked into believing he was a different person moving casually beside you at your pace.

"No need to look so grim."

He commented with a shit eating grin. Even if you weren't a massively known within the community as a whole as a member somehow he found you. Deciding your choice to respond, you saw the way he was looking at you out the corner of your eye. His reputation really didn't perceive him. He was like a happy school girl on any other typical day. Today was going to be a long day. He piped up again. No wonder he was called the 'Happy Assassin'

"Don't be a kill joy, c'mon give me a proper verbal response."

He took on a teasing tone, lightly encouraging your verbal response with a cheery tone.