[ If Five noticed anyone tracking his movements, he's too distracted to pay it any mind. Not in the least because he's rapidly approaching his limits, judging by the sweat dripping down his neck, and soon he won't have a choice but to rest until his powers recover. Still, even as tired as he is — possibly still feverish, it's rare that anyone is quick enough to grab him.
He looks down at the hand gripping his arm and his mouth twists to a smile. If he thinks that's going to stop him. ]
Sorry, I'm not taking any passengers right now. [ He meets his gaze and studies him, noting his unfamiliar appearance, and gives him one chance. ] If you'd kindly get your hands off of me, I'll be on my way.
( ooc: It's perfect! If you want a visual: Five's powers are exactly this obnoxious. )
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He looks down at the hand gripping his arm and his mouth twists to a smile. If he thinks that's going to stop him. ]
Sorry, I'm not taking any passengers right now. [ He meets his gaze and studies him, noting his unfamiliar appearance, and gives him one chance. ] If you'd kindly get your hands off of me, I'll be on my way.
( ooc: It's perfect! If you want a visual: Five's powers are exactly this obnoxious. )