ã SIRIUS.SELENE ã
"Ready when you are," Taking this as a cue, he started off towards the street, expected the lady to follow. If she didnt, well.. not his problem, however it seemed like San was smart and independent enough to know what to do. He would hate to be a baby sitter after all. Of course, he did have a job so he would glance at her every so often to make sure she was close behind him.
As he took precaution, he noticed that the female was quite attractive- strange, attractive nevertheless. What caught his eyes from the beginning was her heterochromic patterns, her eyes and her hair. They were so rare that he barely noticed her nicely shaped form and graceful demeanor. If he cared, if he was the average male teenage, he would see himself squirm near her presence, but since he was anything but that, he was hardly bothered.
Romance wasn't his forte or interest anyways.
"So where's your partner?" He sniffed the air, noticing his partner's movements toward them, "Near." Not saying much more, the familiar one eyed man made himself clear through the crowd, and they stopped. "What was his name again..."
Sirius snickered, eyeing his partner with heightened amusement but nodded in a semi serious greet at the same time. This greet had some forms of respect, but appeared rather half assed as well (not like anyone should take it to heart). It was just Sirius being Sirius, and by now, Roman seemed pretty adjusted to his sociopathic behavior- harder said than done really, so props to him. But people would rather dismiss this feat as normal due to their apparent "history" as mayan twins, but really, the two seemed far from that. Like the moon and the sun, they were opposites, but now that Sirius looked back at the lore, he scoffed. 'They did become the moon and the sun gods.. so.'
Shrugging the rambling thoughts away, he focused on the two before him, waiting for the light and casual chit chat to end- or "waited" before intervening. "Interesting girl, isn't she." He interupped, before moving the conversation forward, wanting this job done and reward earned. "but, this target- he's waiting." (And so was his reward (or so he hoped)) The lopsided grin took place on his features again, his eyes gleaming with anticipation yet at the same time boredom, "And im not one for manners," he glanced at roman, expecting him to know this more than anyone, "But I dont think we should keep him waiting."