there were two things kei valued most in his life; his privacy and his freedom, both which had been a long fight for (which he was / still / fighting for, occasionally), and so to have either exploited really set him on the edge of a cliff he was very familiar with. but just because it was familiar didn’t make the sight of it any less ... / annoying /. the ajin walked the streets of japan, getting a few whispers and looks of disdain cast his way (whichever were out — it was nearly midnight), that he scared away with his own red-eyed, furious glare. most people these days knew of his status of something not human, thanks to the government and their oh so / intelligent / idea of blasting his face all over the news when he’d been outed as an immortal, something he was still facing the consequences for. he could feel a pair of eyes on his back and his eyebrow twitched with annoyance. eventually the feeling got bad enough that he turned abruptly on his heel, looking absolutely annoyed.
“what the hell are you following me for?” he said sharply, fingers curling into fists at his sides as he stared at the stranger before him, thin eyebrows narrowed downward. “could you mind your business?”