[ He knows it was a bad idea now, it just seemed like she earnestly wanted his business at the time. Or rather she earnestly wanted his dick, but alert and vigilant though he may have been, a sexual attack was the one he was least prepared for, given that he was just waiting in line for a pastry.
Surprised he may have been by that little encounter, Mello's flare of fury catches him off guard all the more. If anything, pondering it after the fact, he figured most would've just found the display amusing, teased him about it. But Mello is indignant, enraged, and Setsuna is earnestly so surprised by the reaction he can't help but be tugged along Mello's war path, chancing a concerned glance over his shoulder at Mrs. Skimpy, tossing obscenities at them (or rather Mello) while they trudge off together.
In a few angry seconds, they're at a bench, he's being pushed, and oof, down he goes like a sack of potatoes (apples), blinking slightly wide-eyed up at his companion.
What is your deal? How can you just let that happen? Understandable complaints, yes, and it takes him a bit to formulate a reply, but... ]
She wasn't going to hurt me.
[ He states it simply, a basic fact. He wasn't exactly a fan of getting felt up, but the woman was harmless, just overly friendly, not trying to shank him with a pie cutter. It was a key difference between the two—Setsuna is perfectly capable of using violence, should the situation call for it, but it's not his first plan of attack. It actually tends to be the last, when nothing else works. He'll drop that target for you, Mello, sure, but only if diplomacy, negotiation, and earnest efforts to get said target to reconsider were either refused or impractical.
Setsuna tilts his head, then, baffled by Mello's flood of indignation on his behalf. Ruffled nerves aside, he'd already mostly forgiven it; why is he so upset? ]
I aim to please. :>
Surprised he may have been by that little encounter, Mello's flare of fury catches him off guard all the more. If anything, pondering it after the fact, he figured most would've just found the display amusing, teased him about it. But Mello is indignant, enraged, and Setsuna is earnestly so surprised by the reaction he can't help but be tugged along Mello's war path, chancing a concerned glance over his shoulder at Mrs. Skimpy, tossing obscenities at them (or rather Mello) while they trudge off together.
In a few angry seconds, they're at a bench, he's being pushed, and oof, down he goes like a sack of potatoes (apples), blinking slightly wide-eyed up at his companion.
What is your deal? How can you just let that happen? Understandable complaints, yes, and it takes him a bit to formulate a reply, but... ]
She wasn't going to hurt me.
[ He states it simply, a basic fact. He wasn't exactly a fan of getting felt up, but the woman was harmless, just overly friendly, not trying to shank him with a pie cutter. It was a key difference between the two—Setsuna is perfectly capable of using violence, should the situation call for it, but it's not his first plan of attack. It actually tends to be the last, when nothing else works. He'll drop that target for you, Mello, sure, but only if diplomacy, negotiation, and earnest efforts to get said target to reconsider were either refused or impractical.
Setsuna tilts his head, then, baffled by Mello's flood of indignation on his behalf. Ruffled nerves aside, he'd already mostly forgiven it; why is he so upset? ]
Did I... offend you? What's wrong?