[Well look who suddenly has become a little bit more interesting, and a little less fake. Mello happens to enjoy games, especially with individuals who are a lot murkier beneath a kind and friendly exterior. The growing irritation is amusing to him. It has been too long since Mello has met a challenge in anyone other than one particular serial killer, so this has taken a turn toward a welcome event.
Mello grins, now, a feral expression, responsive to that slightly unhinged tone, a sharklike desire to circle this man until he bleeds some more of his true colors out to the surface.]
You underestimate me.
[It's true, he isn't a resident, but he's been here long enough to have scouted out the place, and to have a few pieces of (albeit fragmented) knowledge. But whether or not he knows anything is beside the point. The point is, always, to act like you hold the cards, and to keep your hand hidden. And, most importantly, to try and throw off your opponent.
Mello advances and drops all irritation, his smirk fading with ease. Then he puts on a practiced, but very well-acted persona of an Ariel resident. He has seen enough of them to mirror the way they walk up to strangers and take control of personal space. He does not touch but he does get close enough to whisper in an acted, lewd tone.]
Maybe I just like playing hard to get.
[And then he touches — a hand on the man's waist, light but with enough intent, easing backwards into one of the gropes that Mello himself has unfortunately been subject to a few times by now.]
no subject
Mello grins, now, a feral expression, responsive to that slightly unhinged tone, a sharklike desire to circle this man until he bleeds some more of his true colors out to the surface.]
You underestimate me.
[It's true, he isn't a resident, but he's been here long enough to have scouted out the place, and to have a few pieces of (albeit fragmented) knowledge. But whether or not he knows anything is beside the point. The point is, always, to act like you hold the cards, and to keep your hand hidden. And, most importantly, to try and throw off your opponent.
Mello advances and drops all irritation, his smirk fading with ease. Then he puts on a practiced, but very well-acted persona of an Ariel resident. He has seen enough of them to mirror the way they walk up to strangers and take control of personal space. He does not touch but he does get close enough to whisper in an acted, lewd tone.]
Maybe I just like playing hard to get.
[And then he touches — a hand on the man's waist, light but with enough intent, easing backwards into one of the gropes that Mello himself has unfortunately been subject to a few times by now.]