"ɪ ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ."
ever since those words came out of Arlo's mouth, John thought that he would hate Arlo forever, and that they would never get along.
However, when John and Arlo are forced to work together, things begin to change between them.
That's when he heard a shout that sounded similar to John's coming from the alleyway beside the clothing store. It felt easier to breathe and Arlo's anxiety calmed.
'That's gotta be him!'
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*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:
Arlo sprinted towards the alleyway. He was still worried about John's safety, but he wasn't as anxious knowing John was nearby and still alive. That didn't stop his thoughts though. All he could think about was Spectre coming after John, or John getting into another fight.
'If something like that happens then it'll be my fault.'
Arlo wasn't sure where this new need to protect John came from, but it was something he decided he would think about when they weren't in potential danger.
He pushed his thoughts away once he reached the alleyway. He held onto one of the walls when he stepped inside the narrow space, taking a short second to catch his breath.
Arlo glanced up to see John being grabbed by an unknown man, he felt his stomach drop. The man had dark brown hair and dark red eyes, he wore a black hoodie and black jeans. It was clear that he was trying to keep a low profile.
Arlo's instincts were screaming at him to pull the man off of John and beat the life out of him, but he restrained himself from acting so irrationally. He needed confirmation of what the situation was before he attacked.
"What are you doing?!" yelled John, pulling his arm away.
That was all Arlo needed to attack.
John turned to look at the blonde with confused eyes "Huh...? Arlo? What are you doing here?", his face slightly flushed.
Arlo didn't respond, he merely walked towards the unknown man standing in front of John. The blond male's aura was extremely intimidating, along with his scary expression that screamed 'run'.
The man glanced at him with wide and anxious eyes, he cursed under his breath before turning away from John and making a run for it.
However, Arlo was having none of it.
"Hey."
The blond male quickly rushed forwards and punched the man in the gut, gritting his teeth angrily.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
The man coughed out blood, making a small pained noise as he fell to the ground. Arlo glared at him, trapping him in a barrier that was progressively getting smaller and closing him in.
