"Sorry!....Not really."
"Hey!"
"Watch it!"
"You little....!"
As the agile prankster pushed his way through the crowded station, he did not seem to apologize nor look back for even a second, as he did not have time on his side. It was an unfortunate fact that Klein tended to stay up reading books or planning out pranks the day before and this time it had been another book. One about war, fittingly, though that is to be expected since he was just forced into one. Despite his best efforts, however, he could only think of the draft as tedious. He would have to go to war and put effort into survival? Why? Because he pulled a joke on some guards? No, that wasn't the case. He knew he would have been drafted regardless, this just simply changed a 99% to a 100%.
Despite his best efforts into avoiding people as much as he could, Klein found it impossible not to nearly knock someone over or at least bump into them whilst also keeping at a quicker pace. To say the place was crowded was more or less an understatement, what with a small army of people present here to... well, become an army. Klein's 'kill count' while dashing through them had long since reached the point where he lost count, but perhaps he could figure it out by the sound of angry shouting and the sort? He wasn't about to go ahead and find out.
"14, 14, 14, 14, 14, 14, 14, 14!" he repeated to himself, knocking over a younger man who, as expected, angrily shook his fist and yelled possibly some profanities towards him. Yet again, Klein failed to bother to look behind him or apologize as he was too focused on....
....
....
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....Blonde...?
*BAM*
Distracted for a mere moment as something golden entered his sight, Klein had unintentionally ran into a random man who was much, much bigger than he and was knocked on his bottom with a resounding thud, followed by a groan from himself. Shaking his head, he glanced up at the man who simply gave him an angry glare and returned to what he was doing as if Klein was but a small fly - which he essentially was due to the size difference - who was not worth his time. Lucky Klein. Although that did not stop his rear from hurting, it did give him time to look up and notice that what had caught his attention was some beautiful noble girl whom had stolen every bit of concentration from him as he gazed upon her. To do this was quite a feat for a random noble as until this point Klein could only just nod and admit a girl looked pretty - there's never been a situation where he actually needed to admire it. It was after a few moments of him just blankly staring at the girl that Klein finally came back to his sense and, still on his butt from the fall, muttered to himself about being late.
Shoot! The last train I noticed was 10, so I'm so close! Unfortunately I can't look at her forever, I need to get to---
And then he noticed it. "....14...?"