Kiba paused for only for a fraction of a second, hesitating only long enough to give the his new companion a brief, evaluating glance, before taking the hand offered him, shaking it firmly. "It’s Kiba,” he said with a slight smirk, tension giving way to an easy sort of informality. “And don’t let me stop you.”
As far as Kiba was concerned, Niikura could do whatever the hell he wanted, so long as he didn’t interfere with any of his current goals. Kiba certainly had no intention of stopping Niikura from coming or going, though having a partner for the night would certainly relieve the quiet tedium, and at least Niikura didn't seem like he was a complete idiot. Laid-back, sure, but not a moron, thank the Gods. He had put up with enough weirdos and condescending bastards for one day; he didn't know if he had the patience to deal with another with what little of it he had remaining. He could be wrong, of course, but Kiba had no qualms with going his own way or socking the guy in the face, partner or not, if he turned out to be wrong in his assumptions. He worked perfectly fine on his own, and wasn't about to put up with any crap from anyone or anything.
"Better get there as fast as we can move though,” he said, picking up his own flashlight that had long since been switched off, "before the Head Bastard gets any more bright ideas.”
Mentally envisioning where the room was based on Niikura’s directions (Up the stairs and down the hall. Piece of cake, right?), Kiba didn’t hesitate in taking the lead, setting off at a brisk pace down the hallway, keeping his eyes trained on his surroundings, vaguely unnerved by the odd shape of his own shadow as the lights routinely resurrected and died.
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As far as Kiba was concerned, Niikura could do whatever the hell he wanted, so long as he didn’t interfere with any of his current goals. Kiba certainly had no intention of stopping Niikura from coming or going, though having a partner for the night would certainly relieve the quiet tedium, and at least Niikura didn't seem like he was a complete idiot. Laid-back, sure, but not a moron, thank the Gods. He had put up with enough weirdos and condescending bastards for one day; he didn't know if he had the patience to deal with another with what little of it he had remaining. He could be wrong, of course, but Kiba had no qualms with going his own way or socking the guy in the face, partner or not, if he turned out to be wrong in his assumptions. He worked perfectly fine on his own, and wasn't about to put up with any crap from anyone or anything.
"Better get there as fast as we can move though,” he said, picking up his own flashlight that had long since been switched off, "before the Head Bastard gets any more bright ideas.”
Mentally envisioning where the room was based on Niikura’s directions (Up the stairs and down the hall. Piece of cake, right?), Kiba didn’t hesitate in taking the lead, setting off at a brisk pace down the hallway, keeping his eyes trained on his surroundings, vaguely unnerved by the odd shape of his own shadow as the lights routinely resurrected and died.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/994960.html?thread=73885840#t73885840).]