40th of Fall
The fog. Sometimes you love it, sometimes you hate it, and sometimes you are just so busy that you won't even notice it's there. Or you're like Xeona, and just use it to your opportunity. He was standing materialised in an alleyway, just watching the crowd walking by, with no reaction to anything the people walking by said or done. Eventually, if someone looked in his eyes, he would follow the person with his eyes, adding creepiness to his already creepy actions.
He didn't really have a good reason to do this, really. He was just bored, and the jokes were his natural element. Creepy or not, he always had a good time making and executing them. He had never asked himself why, though. He wasn't always this bored, but he still found joy in a good joke or prank. It was something involved in a natural day for him, and he liked it.
A few chimes passed, but Xeona didn't get tired of doing what he was doing. He was so up in what he was doing, that he ignored the presence he felt behind him. It was like someone was sneaking up on him...
Boxcode by Savio