[At the glimpse of movement in the corner of his vision, Rosinante turns abruptly, swinging the lighter around to follow his gaze. He wasn't expecting to run into another person here, and then suddenly that person is zipping toward him - without feet? Holy shit, that's freaky. He steps backward in surprise, misses setting his foot back down by a good few inches, and swings straight back onto the floor with his entire self instead of his heel. The lighter goes skidding off somewhere, but thankfully there's still the dim illumination here from the algae or whatever it is that grows all over everything.
This guy seems to know him, though? And he doesn't sound menacing. So while he's sitting there clenching his teeth at the sudden pain in his lower back, he sits right back up and looks the newcomer over.]
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Date: 2019-03-02 04:48 am (UTC)This guy seems to know him, though? And he doesn't sound menacing. So while he's sitting there clenching his teeth at the sudden pain in his lower back, he sits right back up and looks the newcomer over.]
Uh, sorry - do I know you?