The streets of London they certainly weren't, but old habits tend to die hard when in a new environment. Which is exactly why there's a certain familiar blond watching from the entrance of an alleyway, in the bit of shade that the lights couldn't entirely light up completely.
It figured that if he was here, that Jonathan wouldn't be too far behind, despite everything that had transpired in the past. He should be dead, really, but that also didn't seem to be something that would stand in his way for too long.
Once he's decided that it's time to move, is when Speedwagon slowly makes his way over, hat tipped forward just enough to protect his eyes from all this light.
"My, look at what the cat dragged in. Though it seems you're as transfixed by the lights as I once was." Still is, actually, not that he's going to remotely admit that they still absolutely fascinate and disturb him at the same time.
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It figured that if he was here, that Jonathan wouldn't be too far behind, despite everything that had transpired in the past. He should be dead, really, but that also didn't seem to be something that would stand in his way for too long.
Once he's decided that it's time to move, is when Speedwagon slowly makes his way over, hat tipped forward just enough to protect his eyes from all this light.
"My, look at what the cat dragged in. Though it seems you're as transfixed by the lights as I once was." Still is, actually, not that he's going to remotely admit that they still absolutely fascinate and disturb him at the same time.