[He'll take a long moment to look this man over. He's seen him pass by, almost lazily, a few times. He hadn't thought much of him--about a much time as he's spent thinking on any of the people wandering aimlessly here, really--but now that the dark-haired man sits with him, he takes a serious moment to consider him. The eyepatch, the snakelike gaze, and then the sound of his voice; dark, like tarnished silver but with an edge to it that could cut like a knife.
And it's what that voice suggests to him along with a raise of a glass that almost makes the hairs along the back of his neck tingle with an odd sort of anticipation. His fingers clench a little against his own glass, and where normally bright blue flames would flicker up, his finger merely clench. His teeth click as a small, but sly smile moves up burnt and held-together lips as he turns his head to look fully at this eyepatched man.]
Dangerous. [A single word is all he speaks at first, before raising his glass just a little--almost out of reach of Takasugi's own.] Are you asking a stranger to participate in public vandalism or something?
[His own voice is dull, like a fire that's on the verge of burning out--but despite his accusations, there's most definitely embers burning in those bright blue eyes of his. That smirk misplaced alongside words that suggests he's appalled at the idea of 'creating' their own distraction.]
takes a weekish to get to this because irl sucks
The eyepatch, the snakelike gaze, and then the sound of his voice; dark, like tarnished silver but with an edge to it that could cut like a knife.
And it's what that voice suggests to him along with a raise of a glass that almost makes the hairs along the back of his neck tingle with an odd sort of anticipation. His fingers clench a little against his own glass, and where normally bright blue flames would flicker up, his finger merely clench. His teeth click as a small, but sly smile moves up burnt and held-together lips as he turns his head to look fully at this eyepatched man.]
Dangerous. [A single word is all he speaks at first, before raising his glass just a little--almost out of reach of Takasugi's own.] Are you asking a stranger to participate in public vandalism or something?
[His own voice is dull, like a fire that's on the verge of burning out--but despite his accusations, there's most definitely embers burning in those bright blue eyes of his. That smirk misplaced alongside words that suggests he's appalled at the idea of 'creating' their own distraction.]
You might be onto something.