Alura squinted at him after answering.
"Alura."
Jax nodded once, committing the name to memory even though he showed no outward sign of doing so.
The cat girl leaned back against the cracked stone bench, still holding the gold coin between two fingers like it might vanish if she blinked.
"You're not going to ask where I live? Or who I work for?" she said suspiciously.
"No."
"…Or threaten me so I don't steal from you again?"
Jax shrugged faintly.
"If you try again, you'll probably fail again, and get in a-lot more trouble,"
Her ears flattened as she heard that, "Hey!"
But Jax was already turning away.
Alura watched him walk toward the alley entrance, tall, relaxed, completely unconcerned about the encounter.
Something about that irritated her.
"Wait!" she called again.
He paused without turning around.
"What?"
She hesitated, tail flicking behind her.
"…You're weird."
"I've been told."
"You're not from around this district."
"No."
"…You rich or something?"
