Chase jerked slightly at the sound of a voice; he'd been a little absorbed in his own thoughts. He turned to face the source of the voice, and he just ... stared.
And then he laughed. It wasn't an "oh, my god, that's so funny" laugh; it was a "you've got to fucking be kidding me" laugh, one that verged on hysteria.
Because this guy couldn't be for real. Who the fuck walked around with a sword on their back?
Once he managed to get his laughter under control, his face sobered immediately, shifting expressions with uncanny speed. His nostrils flared slightly before he spoke. "Is it Halloween, and no one told me?" His voice had an edge of sarcasm, and he shoved his hands into his pockets as he regarded the other male.
Sure, he could've asked something else, anything else, but asking where he was or if this guy knew anything would be admitting a weakness.