[Some staring is to be expected, and Mello knows this. Adorned as he is in all leather and bearing the burn scar on his face, he's accustomed to a certain amount of gawking as he makes his way through the festival crowds. Most people have the sense to cut their staring short, however, especially after he throws a glare in their direction, but occasionally poor judgment leads someone to let such a stare linger.
Like now.
It's a pretty harmless look, not really lewd, but Mello narrows his eyes in response regardless. He takes advantage of the elapsing time to glance over the man's clothing — though 'uniform' might be a better word — and the notebook in his hand.
The man tries to recover, but Mello decides to stalk over to him rather than ignoring the stare. Granted, if Mello decided to confront every person who attempted to catch his attention in some manner, he'd hardly have time for anything else — but it's the manner of the man's dress and that notebook of his that makes Mello curious. He is, after all, trying to get a sense of who might be useful for him — and someone who seems to be taking notes might just be of some value.
He walks until he's in the other man's space, placing a gloved hand against the building right beside the man's head.]
Is there something on your mind?
[His voice is low, dangerous — a little bit of a threat laced throughout the words.]
I saw you staring. You're pretty bad at playing it cool.
((ooc: Game for whichever! We can see where this takes us :D))
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Like now.
It's a pretty harmless look, not really lewd, but Mello narrows his eyes in response regardless. He takes advantage of the elapsing time to glance over the man's clothing — though 'uniform' might be a better word — and the notebook in his hand.
The man tries to recover, but Mello decides to stalk over to him rather than ignoring the stare. Granted, if Mello decided to confront every person who attempted to catch his attention in some manner, he'd hardly have time for anything else — but it's the manner of the man's dress and that notebook of his that makes Mello curious. He is, after all, trying to get a sense of who might be useful for him — and someone who seems to be taking notes might just be of some value.
He walks until he's in the other man's space, placing a gloved hand against the building right beside the man's head.]
Is there something on your mind?
[His voice is low, dangerous — a little bit of a threat laced throughout the words.]
I saw you staring. You're pretty bad at playing it cool.
((ooc: Game for whichever! We can see where this takes us :D))