[Cobra would make for a poor thief if he didn't learn to recognize when eyes were on him for longer than the should be, but it was difficult to assess anything more. Whoever was tailing him wasn't easy to see. --Couldn't see, but he could faintly hear the presence of another in the distance.
Cobra kept his saunter as slow and casual as possible, alternating between stuffing his hands in his pockets or locking them behind his head. He whistles. He sticks his finger in his ear to clean it out. He does everything to make himself try to appear as uninteresting as possible, hoping his pursuer would get bored and leave, or better yet, become too impatient for their own good.]
Aaaahhhh...
[He rolls his head around his shoulders lazily, subtly using it as another opportunity to try and locate them.]
I've gotta' take a piss. Where's the bathroom?
[Hey, the night club has a back door up that small stoop. He starts to aimlessly bumble towards it.]
NO ME I'm a slow turtle I'm sorry.
Cobra kept his saunter as slow and casual as possible, alternating between stuffing his hands in his pockets or locking them behind his head. He whistles. He sticks his finger in his ear to clean it out. He does everything to make himself try to appear as uninteresting as possible, hoping his pursuer would get bored and leave, or better yet, become too impatient for their own good.]
Aaaahhhh...
[He rolls his head around his shoulders lazily, subtly using it as another opportunity to try and locate them.]
I've gotta' take a piss. Where's the bathroom?
[Hey, the night club has a back door up that small stoop. He starts to aimlessly bumble towards it.]