Re: rooftop; wandering (various warnings likely.)
He just couldn't disappoint the young lady, so appear he did. From around the corner like an old friend, a slippery smile on his face. His skin seemed kind of gray in the moonlight, and there were dark circles beneath his eyes that became all the more obvious now that they'd secluded themselves away from the more well-lit area of the roof. "Who are you waiting for?" The question was worth asking again, since she'd never given him a straight forward answer. The words spun like a lousy top on the edge of pearl teeth. His tongue slid against the back edge of an enameled fortress, thoughtfully matching the timely dance of her heart as it tried to leap loose from her ribs. He would have rather liked to of seen that, like it was in the cartoons.
He stepped closer then, because it would have been anticlimactic not to. "How do you know it's not me?" Didn't she believe in destiny? His eyes picked her apart to the bone, waiting for the inevitable attempt to flee. The gap between them was shrinking by the second, soon there would be nowhere for her to go.