He watches her from above, dark eyes narrowed upon his Pretty as she leans back upon the trunk of the tree he rests within, dark hair falling back into his eyes as he seems to playfully contemplate the fox below. The gaze of a number of other people falling upon the girl sees the young man's head tilt slightly in curiosity, the boy failing to have understood the manner in which the young woman had procured the shield to protect the child, his mind incapable of such understanding as he merely waits for the other people to continue on their way before his attention returns entirely to the girl. He remains hidden within the branches above, form concealed by leaves and sticks as he continues to stare down at the girl below, a smirk of sorts tracing his lips as a playful edge seems to overtake him, a quiet snicker hissing from his lips as his legs hook over the branch he rests upon- the boy suddenly flipping upside down now to hand from the branch behind the girl, one finger moved to softly and suddenly poke at her shoulder....before he quickly pulls himself back up and into the tree. Another playful snicker rolls within his throat, waiting for the girl to look forward once more, this time shifting his tail alone into place. It is his newest trick, this ability to partially shift only the parts of himself he desires, allowing his long tail to unfurl, to drape against the back of her neck before it is hurriedly pulled up and out of sight once more, the young man clearly delighted with his game.

Dark eyes gleam with wicked pleasure in this tease he plays, allowing the girl to remain puzzled for merely a moment longer before he silently descends the tree, assured to land when the girl is turned away, knees bending as he hits the earth to assure he remains silent, waiting for the girl to turn back towards him as finger nails give way to claws, tail still in place, two large pointed fangs added for effect as he waits for Pretty to turn back towards him.

"ROAR!"

He gnashes his fangs in a manner he is sure is most terrifying, playing the same trick he had on Birdie, dark hair wild and unkempt as he moves to lift his clawed hands, flexing his fingers in a manner he is sure is equally scary before his 'roar' breaks into a hissing snicker, lips pulled into a grin, baring his vampire-like fangs as he does.

"Did I...scare you, Pretty?"

Head tilts slightly to the side, the boy seeming entirely child-like once more before the sound of a child suddenly seems to attract his attention, dark eyes peering towards the young girl as she runs towards a....stall of sorts, features forming a frown as the girl is handed an ice-cream from the vendor, the sight of this chilled treat seeming to draw his curiosity entirely, tail flicking in amusement as he continues to watch this exchange, the girl hurrying back across the park now as his dark eyes return to the vendor before moving back to Pretty.

"What is...that?"

One clawed hand moves to point towards the ice-cream seller, the boy pausing to sniff at the air, attempting to perceive the scent, one hand moving to rub at the collar nestled at his neck absentmindedly, a new piece of attire since he had last seen Pretty, the skin around it red and irritated from his constant scratching at it.

"I want to...have it. Can we get it? We will....not tell...Risky."

That Pretty surely has no understanding of whom Risky is has hardly occurred to the boy, dark eyes resting upon the girl now, assured she will help him steal whatever it is the man with the cart is selling. He has never tasted ice-cream and yet the colour and scent is...alluring all the same, tongue brushing across his lips in anticipation, oblivious to the stares he is receiving, parents hurriedly pulling their children away from the boy with the tail.....

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push