"Well how the hell should I know?! You're the one that called me!" the man barked out in a transformed, darker tone as he slammed his fist against the wall. "You and I were just about to get some sleep for once! Gods! ...but you just had to start whining and crying, running away and hiding like you always do. Pull up your pants and be a man for-- wait, who?"
The man shot a look over his shoulder to the woman behind him. His eyes were cold, almost evil. Not Lowen's eyes. These belonged to someone else. He glared at the Kitsune for a moment and his eyes drifted to the hand on his shoulder. "Get your damn hands off me," he hissed slowly.
He moved away from the woman swiftly, putting some distance between them. His eyes remained laser-focused on the woman as he circled around at a slow pace. He came to a stop. Tilting his head, he looked her up and down and flashed a curious smile, but with an insane look in his eyes. He lifted his hand slowly and pointed at her, bobbing that hand back and forth as he tried to figure her out.
"Well lookie lookie, who the hell do we have here?" he started in a demanding tone.
"Oh, I got you. I know you now," the man said. "You're the fox! The fox girl! Been taken care of ol' Lowen in my absense, han't ya? Bet'cha thought you were friends or something."
The mysterious side of Lowen eased up, smiling bigger and let out a soft, amused chuckle. "Hana, right? Well I do have to apologize, missy. I hear the voices but I can't see the faces until it's up close and personal. Ol' Lowen.. you know, La.. La.. Lowen," he mocked, "likes to keep the world all to himself most times. A real piece of shit if I do say so myself."
Everything about this person was different from Lowen. He was more confident, shaprer, his eyes full of rage that never broke contact - even his accent was different. The calm and collectiveness of Lowen's voice was replaced by someone who sounded like they were raised on the countryside.
His grin softened to a malignant state as he awaited her response.
