{kaz brekker}

*A muscle feathers in his jaw.* You'll have to find a new hobby. *He turns his back on you and walks to the door.* Get off my roof.

*He watches Kaz walk away, then calmly sits back down on the roof’s edge, crossing his legs neatly at the ankles.* So hospitable.

*He stops, his back still to you. His voice is dangerously quiet.* You have five seconds to disappear. Four.

And you seem to have a very strong sense of pride. That’s also a dangerous habit.

*A low, dry chuckle escapes him. He leans back slightly, his gaze never leaving the boy's face.* Pride is what keeps you alive in this city. *His eyes narrow.* You're observant. I'll give you that. But observation is useless without the correct conclusions.

You want a conclusion, then? Look me in the eyes and tell me I conclude wrong. You don’t like touch because you lost a family member and that’s your last memory of it.