Huff, huff, thump, thump.

Rhythmic, repetitive patterns of what his footsteps would be, and exaggerated huff and puffs from the use of hearing the exhausted exhales from mortals years ago. Maybe it's not that sneaky, dressed up as.. well, basically himself. Having to carry blood bags from the hospital he had stolen and broken in nearby, what a way to start a late night.

Having used to the silence of streets ever since his first sightings made it a bit surprising when he heard a voice of someone else's up top, and a bit horrid at that. He has never been caught, the sight of a flashlight made him tense up but then again the rush of adrenaline was exciting.

Dashing into an alleyway, hoping no one else was nearby, which he assumed the coast was clear. The urge of hunger made it hard to resist taking a small sip of blood from one pouch that had him salivating since stealing it. At this point, he couldn't really care less, quickly digging his teeth into the plastic so a hole would be poked through. Immediately downing it in one,

Inbetween his fill, the air had a sudden weird hint to it. Not that he could smell or anything, but something was wrong. A presence lingered. Throwing the empty pouch into a trash bin, he'd use the time to map out on where those eyes were coming from, until he heard a higher vocal of a breath come out of whoever's mouth was it. Turning his head to the source, he was right. Better even, a fight with the Rcoon could've been better, but a lanky worker of his? Oh, it'll be an easy getaway.

Kyle took the opportunity of the others out of it zone, to run away. Pathetic for you, but for him it was most likely to just mock others. And for fun, obviously. Who wouldn't like a little chase? Interested to see if you'd follow him to who knows where, or not.