[ Setsuna hadn't given the precise location of the chip much thought yet. It's there, he knows it's there, and it's certainly an obstacle, but Setsuna isn't as concerned with it as Mello is. Mainly because removing it would be tricky at best and potentially fatal at worst if an artery or a particularly important piece of his, you know, brain winds up skewered.
Which is exactly why Mello has earned himself some serious side-eyeing once Setsuna tosses the blade his way. ]
Mello?
[ What Mello wants him to do doesn't immediately click, even with the added explanation. Steady hands, yes, and he's earnestly flattered by the compliment; those are the sorts of compliments he understands and likes, simple and to the point that they are.
Still wary, Setsuna watches Mello settle himself on the couch beside him, and boy, he could not look more enticing if he tried. Very, very aware of that chip in his brain now, and just how alluring Mello can be when he makes a conscious effort, slender legs, narrowed eyes, conniving expression he wants to discover all the hidden secrets of, and that hand and gun in his lap is just too much, too much.
But Setsuna is nothing if not self-restrained when it comes to displaying sexual intent. Rape is disgusting, something he'll never, ever do, and even in consensual matters, he remains conservative, a calculating predator rather than one who immediately jumps his prey. Yet despite that, his own eyes darken with a hint of suggestiveness. Mello is close. He did it on purpose, and even if his position isn't inviting, it's showing he's comfortable with being close and leaving himself vulnerable.
Cut and see if you can find anything. Oh, he'd love to. Cut away the clothes, that is, see what he can find underneath, but he's pretty sure that's not what he meant. ]
That's not a good idea, Mello.
[ Neither is this, whatever this is, for so many, many reasons, but hell if he cares. Hi, Mello. You're handsome. We should get together and make handsome happen, just a thought. ]
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Which is exactly why Mello has earned himself some serious side-eyeing once Setsuna tosses the blade his way. ]
Mello?
[ What Mello wants him to do doesn't immediately click, even with the added explanation. Steady hands, yes, and he's earnestly flattered by the compliment; those are the sorts of compliments he understands and likes, simple and to the point that they are.
Still wary, Setsuna watches Mello settle himself on the couch beside him, and boy, he could not look more enticing if he tried. Very, very aware of that chip in his brain now, and just how alluring Mello can be when he makes a conscious effort, slender legs, narrowed eyes, conniving expression he wants to discover all the hidden secrets of, and that hand and gun in his lap is just too much, too much.
But Setsuna is nothing if not self-restrained when it comes to displaying sexual intent. Rape is disgusting, something he'll never, ever do, and even in consensual matters, he remains conservative, a calculating predator rather than one who immediately jumps his prey. Yet despite that, his own eyes darken with a hint of suggestiveness. Mello is close. He did it on purpose, and even if his position isn't inviting, it's showing he's comfortable with being close and leaving himself vulnerable.
Cut and see if you can find anything. Oh, he'd love to. Cut away the clothes, that is, see what he can find underneath, but he's pretty sure that's not what he meant. ]
That's not a good idea, Mello.
[ Neither is this, whatever this is, for so many, many reasons, but hell if he cares. Hi, Mello. You're handsome. We should get together and make handsome happen, just a thought. ]