While he saw members of his family at school, and of course community events, Rufus rarely actually visited the Rosales family at their home. Today was different however, it was rare for him to just do something at the spur of the moment. Rufus Angelus was an eighteen year old who generally stuck to rigorous schedules. Even his down time was carefully planned out ahead of time so that it would be as productive and cathartic as it possibly could be. To many it made him seem stuffy and rigid, but in spite of these plans he'd leave plenty of room for flexibility.
He was about to approach the door when he caught a figure out of the corner of his eye. Normally he would write it off as security, however they were acting shifty and rather suspicious. Were they supposed to be here? Or rather, were they allowed to be here? He wasn't a fan of stalkers, especially in light of his younger relatives. And of course his own personal life, stalkers usually turned out to be assassins. He exhaled, hardening his skin as he approached the suspicious figure.
"Excuse me, are you lost?" he stood a distance away from them, but was still close enough they could hear him.
@Hyper
He was about to approach the door when he caught a figure out of the corner of his eye. Normally he would write it off as security, however they were acting shifty and rather suspicious. Were they supposed to be here? Or rather, were they allowed to be here? He wasn't a fan of stalkers, especially in light of his younger relatives. And of course his own personal life, stalkers usually turned out to be assassins. He exhaled, hardening his skin as he approached the suspicious figure.
"Excuse me, are you lost?" he stood a distance away from them, but was still close enough they could hear him.
@Hyper
