mr. self destruct

a mink roleplay blog affiliated with concordium housed in room 2W | connected to jack

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一番最初がクリアルート、次が紅雀、その次がミンクだったので残るはノイズと蓮

ミンクには穏やかな人生を送ってほしい

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A messy sketch i did for a collab.

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ᴛʜᴇ (ɴᴏɴ) ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇʀ | Jack and Mink

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      The smoke coming to the blond’s face didn’t bother him at all. In fact, he remained motionless, the same emerald and sharp eyes - now a bit clouded - ignored completely its existence. Jack tilted his head, frowning just a little bit to analyze more the other - he didn’t care if he would be irritated by such a plain action, he wanted to stare as much as he could.

      “I won’t, don’t worry. Do I look like I will do something bad for both of us?” Maybe that was a stupid question, maybe it wasn’t. He wouldn’t know., it all depended of the other man. But Jack hoped the same for his partner— God help him if the taller man did something as terrible.

      “You know… You look a lot like someone I knew. He scared me a bit too with that serious expression, but, deep inside, he had a good heart. So I’m sure you won’t do anything bad for me, since it feels the same. Not that I can understand what kind of person you are just by a few tips, yet I’m sure we will get along.”

      And there was his silly smile, followed by his angelic looks. It was funny how Mink’s pursed lips reminded him of Oswald. “Oh, also, do you have a preference of where to sleep? I don’t mind if you want to chose, as long as I have a place to myself.”

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Jack was scrutinizing him - head tilted ever so slightly as he gazed up at him with curious eyes. He seemed completely unfazed by the smoke filling the corridor, a frown tugging at the corner of his lips for only a moment before his expression smoothed out once again. Mink did not know what he had seen in his face but his guard was up and his emotion hidden behind yet another cool smile.

This, Mink did not like. He could not read this smiling man and did not trust the dark glint he could see behind his amusement. Jack was speaking again and Mink spared him a glance before turning his gaze back to his pipe, lifting it to his lips again. So he frightened Jack. Good. That was valuable information. Even if that fear was minute, it was there and he could use it to his advantage if need be.

Exhaling another lungful of smoke into the air, Mink gave a noncommittal grunt in response to Jack's question. It did not matter to him where he slept. If he had his way, he wouldn't sleep in their cramped little room at all. He did not trust his partner enough to spend an entire night vulnerable and asleep beside him. "No."

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solomon grundy, born on a monday .. *mink

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❝What a relief…❞

He got the right person after all. Sei knew well of a little following united under a common goal, Aoba himself integrated (the central piece, really) within this entourage. An entourage that had taken down Toue… Those were instances so long ago, monitored and watched through his eyes… Yes… That was how it went in the past, he recalled. What’s past is past. What’s present is present. There was no reason to think things over, especially now, Now, and then, when nothing of the sort truly mattered to anyone, himself included. Those were his feelings. Feelings… what a concept.

He would speak up once more. ❝Is he alright?❞ From here, he couldn’t reach him…

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Mink almost lifted an eyebrow at the question, instead keeping his expression steady and impassive. He hadn't heard from Aoba in quite some time and it had been even longer since he'd seen him. The two of them had never gotten along particularly well, probably due to the way Mink chose to present himself. Something about the blue haired boy had always fascinated him, however, and so he wondered as to his whereabouts more than he would like. It was not something he liked to admit, even to himself. Getting attached was dangerous and Aoba was nothing more than a tool he had used to get what he wanted.

After a moment of silence, Mink opened his mouth to speak. "I haven't heard from him." It was all he said, gaze trained on the smaller man's face. "I don't know."

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› too c o l d for comfort

   Coldness.

   That was an unknown concept. Cold, heat, he didn’t know any of these. He didn’t understand why people dressed more during winter, why they were always full of clothes, “warm" clothes. He didn’t understand why people were almost naked during summer, much less what sweating felt like. His body was completely devoid of those sensations, of being able to tell apart heat and cold. Of course, he still felt it somehow; it was dull, almost nonexistent, not enough for him to understand or to dress up properly. So when faced to a situation like his current one, out in the snow, the only thing affecting him was how his body seemed to be completely hard; the male had to constantly move his finger or else he felt like his body would completely freeze.

   Though it had been told him that looking for his partner would be the best option, that one woman who, unlike him, was able to experience cold and that was why there was a weird feeling in his body, Noiz had no intentions to look for her. What would he gain from it? Her company would only be an annoyance, not to mention he was unaware of how big that place was. Maybe the both of them would end up bumping into each other, maybe not. It really didn’t matter which happened.

   And he walked, aimlessly, with nothing but trees covered in pure snow ahead of him. If to catch a flag and dirty it with blood was necessary to win whatever prize the game offered, Noiz would do it. Although the prize itself was unknown to everyone, losing a game (or whatever else) wasn’t something much enjoyable for him. Catching his field of vision however, soon a dark silhouette made itself known amidst the white of the snow. Would they offer him his first flag drenched in blood? Hands closed in fists, he waited.

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This game was pointless. Dirtying flags with the blood of others, all for a game? Trudging alone through a snowy forest in the middle of the night in search of people to bleed? For the amusement of others? Mink would have no part of it. He had not spoken to his partner in over a week - the one he was supposed to ally himself with for the duration of this game - and so any cooperation between the two of them was highly unlikely. Unlikely and unwelcome. Mink did not trust the man as far as he could throw him.

Despite his distaste, Mink found himself alone in the darkened wilderness, icy wind biting relentlessly at his exposed skin. It was a cold that was bitterly familiar to him - a cold that brought memories unbidden to the forefront of his that he had not thought on for years. He pushed them down just as he pushed his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket, head bowed as he walked desultory through the snowy trees.

He had hoped to encounter no one, had hoped to return to the warmth of the compound without speaking to a single person, but of course, luck was never on his side. Mink had been walking for quite some time when he heard the steady crunch of feet against snow, getting closer and closer as the stranger approached. Pressing his lips together in a long, tired sigh, he came to a halt, eyes scanning the darkness ahead in search of the person he knew was there. He could smell them in the frigid air - the scent of... something dark.

When the man finally stepped out of the shadows and into Mink's line of sight, he very nearly sighed again. It was the maniac, looking as unaffected by the cold and his location as if he were standing in the warm interior of the kitchen, as he had been the last time they had met. With a quiet tch, Mink caught and held his gaze. "You."

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daddy..

don't call me that...

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› feed me big daddy

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   Oh just how wonderful. As much as footsteps could be heard, in not a single moment the male had turned to check just who had entered the kitchen. It was none of his business, and as long as he wasn’t bothered, maybe everything would be perfectly fine; that is, of course, until said stranger spoke their first few words and —

   That voice. It’s not that they had talked many times or that the man himself had spoken much, but for an informant broker, remembering voices and names (between other kind of information) was a must. The youth peeked outside the cupboard, getting up and facing the much older man, Mink, face to face. Who would have thought he was in that place as well.

   Eyebrows knitted and almost automatically his voice let out an ‘I’m not a maniac’. It really was bothersome to be called that, and it was one of the few things that actually annoyed him greatly. Whatever the case may be, meeting that man there was something Noiz would never expect. Not the facility itself (though it was, too, a surprise to see him there), the place he meant was the kitchen. And to order him around, telling him to clean the mess he had made? Who did he think he was?

   ”I don’t remember taking orders from you." The only one time he actually did was because Aoba had asked, that was about it. Not even because it was Aoba, but because the blue haired man had specifically said that he would do anything Noiz wanted if the man helped. How could he possibly refuse? But now that neither Aoba was there nor he had no reasons to obey the other, the blond would not accept being given orders at all. 

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Mink raised an eyebrow at Noiz's response. The man was exactly as he remembered him - wiry and slim with a hard calculating gaze and steady tone of voice that made him sound almost perpetually bored. It had not been long since the two of them had met last, for the very first time, and so he had not expected him to be startlingly different. It was, however, somewhat comforting to see a familiar face, no matter how little he knew about the blonde. Somewhat comforting. There was no emotional attachment or connection between them.

Tilting his head to the side ever so slightly, Mink returned Noiz's gaze with his customary stoic expression on his face, one hand resting on his hip as he slid the other into the pocket of his jeans. "I didn't give you an order." And he hadn't. He'd merely made a comment about the state of the kitchen under Noiz's treatment. The blonde was quick to guard himself with harsh rebuttal when Mink had offered no hostility. Or little hostility, at least. "Did I?"

Mink's eyes moved slowly from Noiz's hardened expression to the array of cooking materials and canned foods on the floor around him. He had obviously been looking for something in the cupboard when Mink had entered, with little luck. Had he been planning to cook something? Mink could not imagine the younger man cooking. He was skinny enough for Mink to believe he either chose not to eat much or did not need to do so. But there was obviously a reason he had made such a mess and Mink wasn't about to outright ask. What business was it of his?

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solomon grundy, born on a monday .. *mink

❝Um…❞

Seeing Mink up close… Ah, he’s a little frightening, isn’t he? A large man in his presence, thicker and taller than he a thin porcelain-skinned boy. A nagging curiosity overrode his discomfort, however. Where the facility’s network failed utterly, he would rely on word of mouth to get some sort of closure. … Somehow.

❝Do you… know Aoba?❞ Of course, vague yet somewhat to the point…

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The man was tiny - slim set with thin limbs, pale skin and bone structure so fragile Mink thought he could have broken it with even the gentlest exertion of pressure. He looked up at Mink with trepidation in his eyes, gaze uncertain as it scanned his face and Mink stared back impassively, watching the man as he watched him. He looked oddly familiar, too familiar, and he could not put his finger on why.

The two of them stood in tense silence for a moment before the man spoke, stumbling over his words in his nervousness and Mink was somewhat surprised to hear the name he mentioned. Aoba. Yes, he knew Aoba. Not well - he had made sure not to tell the blue haired man any more about himself than was absolutely necessary - but he did know of him.

With a little inclination of the head, Mink uttered a single word in affirmation. "Yeah."

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is a mink your fursona or what {{mink

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"Don’t go lookin’ for reasons to blame it all on me, asshole.”

Agitation clear in Yuma’s tone, hazels would stare in the old man’s direction. Mature. Aged finely, perhaps developing somewhere along the line a sense of authority over those younger than he. Of course, that’s how most elders were, wasn’t that right? Yuma, however, was far older than he appeared. Dozens of years older. His body, though youthful and having not reached puberty, was introduced to a vampiric gene… his rapid healing had not been maximized until he was older. That vampiric trait, accelerated healing though weakened by his primarily human upbringing and genetics would stunt his growth and aging considerably. An illusion of immortality… Another thing that highlighted his impurity.

Those thoughts were quick to be shoved out, not given a chance to truly breathe and ferment in his mind in favor of a boiling anger harbored towards this lecherous old man. Self-righteous, he was. At least, that was Yuma’s impression. He kept his distance, his stance imposing and challenging, awaiting the elder’s next move. 

He made no such thing. That alone agitated Yuma further. An already loose cannon introduced to a spark that ignites his fuse…

Agitated, he sucks his teeth and trudges forward. Yuma’s gaze not once lifts from the elder’s presence, his pace accelerated, his feet a rhythmic two-step stampede echoing in the now silent chamber. Silent save for his imposing steps and the occasional huff from the elder. Is smoking even allowed in libraries? 

Looming figure leans over the elder’s seat, both hands jutted out and gripping onto the other’s coat collar. With whatever space was left on Mink’s seat, Yuma’s foot rests upon for support. This asshole thinks he’s so cool… “Hey. You looked like you were enjoyin’ that erotic novel over there with how focused you were. I ain’t touchin’ that shit, so you and your perverted lazy ass can go fetch it yourself, yeah?” Every ounce of his voice dripped with threat, unconsciously as though furthering his own intimidation factor, his fangs bore as he growled out his words. 

Looking into Mink’s eyes was enough to implant into Yuma a sense of regret in his imposition. This… this old man was…

"Tch." Upon releasing, he kicks himself away. “Gross.”

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The boy obviously used the intimidation tactic a lot. Everything about his body language and tone suggested that he was performing a well practiced routine, one he revisited whenever he needed to get what he wanted. One moment he was slouching several steps away, glaring at Mink with those sharp hazel eyes; the next he was leaning over him in his chair, hands reaching out to fist in the material of his jacket with an icy expression of anger on his face. His teeth were bared, revealing perfect white teeth and... extended canines. Fangs. The boy had fangs.

Mink's own lip curled back into a smirk at the sight. He had to admit, the sight of such a tall, powerfully built man leaning over him like this was fairly intimidating - it made him tense up, muscles locking in anticipation of danger. He had no doubt that the other male could hurt him if he wanted to. The other male was a darn sight younger than he was but taller and well built and someone who obviously knew how to handle himself. However, Mink was not in any way scared of this boy.

This must have shown in his face as he stared the boy down, icy blue eyes holding his gaze levelly for a long moment before the other man pushed himself away again, tutting in annoyance. Mink continued to stare at him, legs folded and hands in his lap, fiddling idly with the stem of his pipe. "As I said before," he spoke after a long moment of silence, continuing as though the boy had not just accosted him in his seat. "There is nothing perverted about it. You're the one acting like a child, throwing books around because they may or may not contain adult content in them."

Riling others up was never something Mink had been particularly fond of but he found himself sneering ever so slightly as he continued to speak. "Are you so virginal that even the mention of sex has you flushed and embarrassed?" He quirked a brow, eyes dancing with unkind amusement. He knew the boy was angry - he'd virtually just attacked him in his chair with very little provocation. He himself was more than a little irritated with the disrespectful behavior he'd been subjected to. Did he think the boy needed to be disciplined for this? Yes. Did he have the energy or desire to do so? No. He would be finished with this nonsense once the boy calmed down. Then perhaps he could go back to his book.

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Uhhmmmm…. reference from Mage’s no shave november 

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( 人´ ▽ ` )

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is a mink your fursona or what {{mink

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Oh. Did he piss off the old man? Oh boy. Ah, well. It wasn’t like Yuma didn’t know how to defend himself, anyways. Especially against a perverted old man. Granted, as Mink rose to his feet, the vampire himself felt as though, very briefly, he was making a huge mistake in picking a fight with this large man. Just like every other bit of rational thought to ever cross Yuma’s mind, it was quickly pushed aside in favor of simply potentially agitating the elder further. Even he had to admit that there was something rather imposing to the old man. A child once living on war-stripped streets, an intuition tuned for these sorts of things certainly existed. 

Maybe that’s why he was so drawn to poke at Mink in the first plkace. A pretense of a possible challenge? Who knows, but that intuition was part of it.

His head tilted, hands pocketed as the vampire straightened his stance. That wasn’t the first time he’s heard those criticisms addressed to him. Less eager was he to accept those critical words from a complete stranger, however. “If I wanted your opinion, then I would’a asked for it, yeah? … Ahh?”

A novel, he said. Now, a boyish curiosity lit in his mind as he edges towards the book he just moments ago haplessly discarded. Mink had called it a novel, yet Yuma was less than convinced that it wasn’t an erotic text.

“Che!” Relaxing his stance once risen with a large book at hand, he keeps his distance and snaps the carelessly opened book shut in both hands. Hazel gaze lifts to the large man. "So it’s an erotic novel, huh? You’re a shameless pervert, huh?”

"I ain’t givin’ this back if you’re just gonna keep readin’ it so intensely like that in public, yeah? It’s gross." A pause, and with the book now tucked under his arm his lips curve into a challenging grin. "If you want it so bad, come get it."

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Unsurprisingly, the boy's attitude did not change, even after Mink's attempted intimidation. He merely shoved his hands into his pockets and looked at him with a smile that Mink wanted to punch right off his face. Smug insolence. Granted, it had only been a book and wasn't really something to get angry over but he could not abide nonsense like this. Especially nonsense that interfered with his own alone time.

"Certainly sounded like you were asking for my opinion of you when you approached me with no warning and ripped my book from my hands." Mink snorted mirthlessly. "There is nothing erotic about it. Erase that idiotic thought from your brain." He was not much keen on being called old man. He may be older than this boy but he was not yet old enough to accept such a nickname. Or any nickname at all from an insolent stranger.

Mink made no move to reach for his book at the other male's challenge; did not even blink as he stared him down, his expression void of everything but annoyance. Reading in public? He did not like the fact that Mink was reading in public? Why, then, had he chosen to come to the library - a place filled with books where people sat and read intently all day? Truly, this boy was beyond help.

Instead of grabbing for his book, Mink stepped back again and took his seat, fingers reaching for his pipe and curling around the end. "No." He wouldn't be a part of any more of this silliness. If the boy did not want to give him his book back then he would have to go without. He had a very low tolerance for pointless games such as this and his temper was already wearing thin.

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⊰You raise an eyebrow, smile still in place.⊱

                          “Sometimes people don’t ask for the help they need.”

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Exhaling slowly, Mink folded his arms over his chest as his gaze moved lazily over the girl. "I cannot think of anything I would require from you,"

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Cigarette

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› feed me big daddy

   Call him what you want, but the very fact that place was devoid of Rhyme actually bothered him quite a lot. The male had found a place to stay in the game, somewhere he could actually belong to, even if not quite. A place where he could, in his own way, understand what for so long he had begged to understand. With the absence of it, his job was also gone — not that he apparently needed money there, but it was quite bothersome to have so many things taken away from him. It felt somewhat nostalgic, which only made the youth even more disgusted.

   Idle chat aside, there wasn’t much to do about it; not that he would give up that easily, but Noiz knew better than to insist too much without any plan or further knowledge about his situation. Even if hacking had been an option, as expected, that place’s network wouldn’t give him free access to its database, it would have been rather silly. Well, for now, while his mind worked to figure out what else could he do to leave that awful place, something to eat didn’t sound bad. The kitchen was quite impressive, with everything one could possibly want from it. There were many food he hasn’t even seen before, and truthfully, as interested as he might have been, the blond went directly to the cupboards.

   How annoying. No matter how much he searched, finding a single cup of Cup Noodles seemed to be quite challenging. Weren’t they supposed to have everything their “experiments” would need there? Not like the boy has looked in all the cupboards, but as far as his hunger went, he was surely starting to get quite annoyed. And to anyone who tried to get in the kitchen now, well, it’s not that they couldn’t make use of it, but it was just quite messy, with many utensils around the floor, on the tables and sink. He didn’t feel like putting them back in their places until he found his instant pasta, that was all.

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Cooking was always something Mink had enjoyed. Less so over recent years but that didn't change the fact that he was good at it. As a younger man, crafts that require physical handiwork such as cooking and sowing had always come easily to him but they weren't something he spent much time doing of late. Nevertheless, at the first aches of hunger in his stomach, he found himself making his way towards the kitchen. If he was lucky, he'd be able to make something in silence, without anyone present. Insolent questions were not something he particularly wanted to deal with this early in the day.

As he entered the spacious kitchen, Mink caught sight of someone with their head buried in one of the large cupboards, only their legs and feet visible. Great. His hopes of a quiet lunch were quickly evaporating. Mink had no intentions of leaving, however. Perhaps he could scare the stranger off. Many people were scared or intimidated by him upon first meeting him. It was not unexpected - it was just as he wanted it. He had little doubt this person would be the same. Or he did. Until he fully took in the colour and shape of the shoes poking out from behind the pantry door.

"You..." Mink's voice cut through the silent room, arms folded over his chest as he stared down at the stranger's back. "I know you. You're that maniac I met back in Midorijima." Of everyone he could have met that day, why did it have to be this idiot? His icy gaze swept over the scene before him. The other male had obviously been digging through the kitchen cupboards for something, and had been unsuccessful in his search. He snorted humorlessly. "You better be as keen to clean up this mess as you were to make it."

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is a mink your fursona or what {{mink

Libraries weren’t exactly Yuma’s stomping grounds. He was more of a hands-on type of man. Libraries were seldom his thing, seldom considering how boisterous of an individual he was. Rarely does he ever keep his voice down. Not ever. The boy is simply naturally loud, hence, he rarely enters libraries. Today was simply a rare occasion, is all. One could liken it as a lost bear cub exploring the grounds, but really, Yuma just had no idea what he was doing or where he was going.

A stranger seems very concentrated on what looked to Yuma to be a large text. Too concentrated. Curiosity gets the better of him, as it so typically does, and the giant would approach. A giant figure looms over a seated one, his eyes long burrowed in its text.

"Hey, hey, why do you look so concentrated, huh? What are you readin’?" Hands on his hips, hazels drop their gaze to the text’s contents. Upside down— of course he can’t read it. And the stranger, long engrossed (or just ignoring him) isn’t answering.

"I’m askin’ ya a question, so it’d do ya well to answer me, yeah?" Brows furrow as he speaks. Still no answer.

Next best thing was to simply… force the stranger to pay attention as he speaks. He clamps both hands on the book’s top edge, quite literally yanking the text out of his hands as he stands up straight. The text flipped right-side up in his hands and Yuma reads the contents. Only one word stuck out to him: “slut”.

"Haaahhh? You were focusin’ on pervy books, weren’t ya!? You have no shame, do ya?" Haplessly, wiuth an exasperated sigh, Yuma tosses the book aside, awaiting the satisfying “thud” before opening his mouth again. "Che! Perverted old man."

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Mink had chosen to retire to the library because he suspected it wouldn't be a place heavily populated by the idiots he'd so far met in the facility. He had wanted a quiet place to read and collect his thoughts and perhaps pray, if he was lucky. And he'd had one, for all of twenty minutes. The library was not big but it was well stocked with books and Mink had found an interest volume almost immediately, settling himself down in one of the larger armchairs to begin reading.

He set his pipe down on the table beside him - as much as he liked to smoke while he read, he knew better than to do so in a place like a library - and crossed one leg over the other, the book nestled in his hands as he perused the pages with interest. It did not take long for someone to approach him, just as he had anticipated. Mink stopped himself from letting out a long sigh of exasperation. Did people know nothing of courtesy nowadays.

Despite his stony expression and obvious attempt to ignore the stranger, they spoke again, louder this time. It was a male voice, thick with an accent of some sort. Mink paid it no mind and was in the middle of turning a page when the book in his hands was ripped unceremoniously from his grip. Now he lifted his eyes, steely blue gaze locking onto the face of the man before him with an icy glare.

He did not speak, merely glared at the stranger as he continued to babble nonsense, sounding almost as though he was scolding Mink. Dirty old man? Just how old was this child? It wasn't until the man threw his book over his shoulder that Mink slowly rose to his feet, eyes fixed on his face as he tilted his head to the side. "You are insolent and loud, boy, and your manners leave much to be desired." His gaze hardened as he pointed towards the book that now lay on the floor several feet away.

"I was reading that. It is not a 'pervy' book, it's a novel. Return it to me now before I really lose my temper."