Cluster
words: 171
He had no idea how much time was left until his deadline, and couldn't even remember how he'd gotten there. All Conan knew was that his mind was locked, focused, blank of everything but an overweening fear that this was exactly what he thought it was.
A cluster of people, laughing and having a grand old time it seemed, blocked his way. Frustrated and not in the mood to try and shove through them he ducked down an alley and continued on that way. The shadows were thick around him, and he didn't notice there was anyone else there until it was too late.
Conan ran slap bang into the other person's legs and fell back, hard. His glasses were knocked right off his face, and sent skittering across the pavement. Growling in annoyance he looked up, and immediately scowled.
"What the hell? Are you really stalking me?!" he hissed, irate as a cat who'd had his tail trod on.
Kid blinked down at him, decked out in full regalia.