Watched

Cica wasn't a new sight, Honey had seen him many times before. He used to come to Brookfell every couple of months to visit with Noir and he wasn't really anything worth noting. His most noticeable thing in Honey's mind had simply been the fact that Lanca seemed to despise them- which wasn't a common state to see Lanca in. The dark man was usually always so calm and collected that to have him be the one to break Noir's no fighting rule just to attack someone was bizarre. Still though, Honey didn't care very much as Lanca always filled him with a strange discomfort- but that wasn't the case anymore. Cica had started coming to his new work place with someone who Honey had grown to adore. Cica had started to come and visit Leon.

 

Sometimes Honey was able to come in and visit while they were there- but more times than not he found himself not being the most welcome in the room when the red haired man was there and it was peculiar. In most cases his boss would let him hang around no matter what the situation was so to be denied was just weird. Honey squinted at the cause of it. He was hiding behind a plant, his eyes peering between the leaves to stare down at the small chair that sat outside of Leon's office and the man sitting in it. Usually there wasn't a chair there, but as Cica had arrived early and Leon was in the middle of a meeting one had been brought out for them to sit in. Honey was camping out to see if he could figure out what was so special about them while they were waiting.

 

Their legs were crossed elegantly and they were scrolling through the local news on their phone- they looked so... Not special as far as Honey was concerned. A suppressor was wrapped around their neck and with it there really was nothing special about them. They wore sandals, some over sized clothing and their hair hung down in thick long strands to curl up at their feet on the ground. It was extremely unsanitary and not very practical from the looks of it, shouldn't they put it up? Why did they let it just hang down like that.  Honey pulled a face at that thought and as he did he heard a small quiet laugh. 

 

It was a very light sound and Honey soon noticed golden eyes staring in his direction. Looking almost directly at him and their expression was filled with a bemused entertainment. "Is something displeasing you?" Cica asked curiously and Honey was spooked. Did he get caught? His eyes widened as he tried to hide more behind the plant. I'm talking to you~ The little man behind the plant." 

 

Honey froze but Cica was patient. He gave Honey time to stand up all their own and try to gather themselves. While the young orange haired boy had thought they had been stealthy; Cica had noticed them from the very first moment they arrived- and he was curious about what this small man was up to. They'd been described as a harmless stray cat to him before and it was looking to be quite accurate~