Clouds driven by a chilly winter breeze rolled overhead. Moving with the shifting shadows, Karma sidestepped the dark patches of the buildings' masonry, then scrambled leewards towards the spot where the beams of the moon hits directly. The lad with an outstanding pink hair shone his gleam, momentarily walking before speeding up his tracks whilst a mischievous smile filled his insipid face.
He then performed a cartwheel using one hand and landed perfectly on his feet. A hook from somewhere resonated in the wind, alarming Karma that his eyes does not lied to him. He bit his lower lip, emplacing his hands on his pocket as he casually walked towards the stranger, lips slightly puckered and uttered; "Ey, you seem alone! Wanna spar?" He grinned, looking really innocent as he puffed his cheeks.