[Harding is being Watched. Has been for a while, though from a far distance by a hooded coat donning Takame sitting on a bench in the park. All he saw the officer doing was. Sitting. Motionless. And from as far away as he was he couldn't tell if he was breathing or not. His form returned, his eyes have not.
Nothing for it but to go closer, though he was cautious in his approach. Careful steps shifting his weight carefully so as to not disturb even a leaf or puddle that would give him away, trying to get near enough to spot a sign of breathing. Or anything else of note.]
rose garden park
Nothing for it but to go closer, though he was cautious in his approach. Careful steps shifting his weight carefully so as to not disturb even a leaf or puddle that would give him away, trying to get near enough to spot a sign of breathing. Or anything else of note.]