Ah Spring, a time where the flowers were in full bloom and everything was so full of life. Lucius snorted. Perhaps an author of his tastes were not exactly one who enjoyed writing of daylight and bunny rabbits. His heels clicked against the stones as his fingers toyed with the thin pages of a little black book in his hands--always at work, he supposed. He hummed to himself, perhaps he could put it away just once and allow himself to enjoy the little trinkets that were sold in this marketplace, if only once.
He bit his lower lip lightly and stopped playing with the pages and held his wrist behind his back. He moved himself to a farmer's stand, eying a rip apple. He smiled towards the young woman behind the table with a cool expression and grasped the apple with his elegant fingers. "This looks delicious," he told her, "My compliments." He marveled at the fact how red the young woman became at a few words. He paid her, deciding to play a little more with the girl's heartstrings, brushed his fingertips along the girl's hand; she giggled and hid her face. Lucius faked a chuckle and nodded towards the woman, giving her one last glance and continued down the street.
He took a bite out of the apple and glanced curiously at the bite mark when suddenly he found himself on the ground, without his apple. "Excuse me!" His accented tone barked and he tried to sit up and brush the dust off of his sleeves, "Have you any idea--?" He put his gaze on the young woman before him, he quickly hushed himself, "Oh, my apologies."
