As the bike pulled up to the light, Osiris Nikols turned his head. Quirking a blonde brow he watched the male lean up, adjust something behind him but not on the bike, and then speed off. Stroking his goatee with a slim hand, Osiris turn back to watching the walk signal, and when it allowed him to walk, he stepped off the curb, white basketball shoes showing in the faint white light of the streetlamp above him, beneath the cuffs of slightly oversized carpenter style jeans. After stuffing his hands back into the pouch on the front of his grey USA hoodie he mumbled softly, so only he could hear.
"What an odd fellow, riding so recklessly at night, and carrying a gun like that is just dangerous." His mouth turned up in a slight smirk as he pushed his wire rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Different strokes for different folks, I guess." He added, feeling the two claw style blades tapping against his waist, hidden beneath his sweatshirt