[It's a bad idea. Mello can see it coming as Setsuna allows himself to be lured behind the counter, because despite his disinclination toward sex, Mello has seen it all, rising from the streets to a mafia boss, and he knows that in a place like this, women who lure you behind counters are likely not trying to get you to examine any products but their own.
And it pisses him off. He and Setsuna are clearly at the stall together, and the 'clerk' obviously was well aware of that fact, so who the fuck was she to lure Setsuna in and feel him up when he is standing right there? As aforementioned, sharing is not Mello's strong suit, and whether he has any right to be possessive or not is irrelevant. As Setsuna is managing to pull away, Mello himself is taking his place, but only to irritably shove his tart into the woman's chest, which isn't all that perky or nice anyway. He has kidnapped an innocent woman before — likely ruined her life forever — assault with a pastry is no big deal.
Tarts don't smear as well as he'd like, but it'll have to do.
And while he's at it, he's going to grab the whole platter of apple turnovers, because fuck you.
There will be no hanging on. Mello grabs Setsuna's wrist with his free hand and yanks him away, pulling him off to a free bench, and then giving him a shove that is meant to make him sit down.]
What is your deal?
[Irritable, frustrated — you're some sort of fighter and yet you let yourself get accosted by some stupid vendor? — Mello tosses the plate beside Setsuna and a few of the tarts tumble over to the ground.]
That was beautiful.
And it pisses him off. He and Setsuna are clearly at the stall together, and the 'clerk' obviously was well aware of that fact, so who the fuck was she to lure Setsuna in and feel him up when he is standing right there? As aforementioned, sharing is not Mello's strong suit, and whether he has any right to be possessive or not is irrelevant. As Setsuna is managing to pull away, Mello himself is taking his place, but only to irritably shove his tart into the woman's chest, which isn't all that perky or nice anyway. He has kidnapped an innocent woman before — likely ruined her life forever — assault with a pastry is no big deal.
Tarts don't smear as well as he'd like, but it'll have to do.
And while he's at it, he's going to grab the whole platter of apple turnovers, because fuck you.
There will be no hanging on. Mello grabs Setsuna's wrist with his free hand and yanks him away, pulling him off to a free bench, and then giving him a shove that is meant to make him sit down.]
What is your deal?
[Irritable, frustrated — you're some sort of fighter and yet you let yourself get accosted by some stupid vendor? — Mello tosses the plate beside Setsuna and a few of the tarts tumble over to the ground.]
How can you just let that happen?