Mello carefully observed his company, occasionally glancing over his shoulder, unsure of what her next actions would be. He was skeptical of this world that he was in despite the fact that he had already felt the most heartwrenching and intense pain in his life. Hell, he felt as though he was defying death seeing as the male still retained the shotgun he once used, leather clothing, and a rosary he cherished so dearly. If this place was the after life, why did it feel so real?
Listening to the strangerâs words, Mello simply cocked a brow at her knowing she must have different beliefs than his. To him, the things she stated with such confidence were not fact but merely fantasy.Â
As she began to inspect his sinful marking, the blonde didnât stir, no. He watched the green-haired woman, her fingers tracing a strange tattoo he hadnât remembered getting, one that read âEnvyâ. Although the former actions hadnât caused any reaction from Mello, once he recognized the word on the inscription he thrust out his arms to push the stranger away. âWhat did you do to me?!â the male shouted.
Despite his cross actions, the stranger still remained calm. Almond-shaped eyes stared back at the lavender hues ahead of him. This woman was surely trying to confuse the male, and it was working.
He tensed up as she came close to him once again, restraining himself and the urges he had to knock her away. Mello was skeptical of her motives or why she was doing what she did. She seemed to think she knew the man from the tattoo she must have placed on his chest, although her personality seemed much less deviant than the kind who would place a marking like that on him. Was it mandatory for this world, âPandoraâ?
Mello narrowed his eyes as Rydia cupped his face, peering left and right before she had cast the spell upon him. The word she spoke was quick and easy to the ears. Refreshed, the blonde felt more at ease and comfortable. His head even felt as though its swelling had decreased, a good sign seeing as the woman did seem pleased herself.
As soon as heâd been healed, the crime boss stepped back a few paces and brushed a strand of golden blonde hair from his hazy blue eyes. Crossing his arms, Mello glared at the strange creature that his company held. âHmhâŠâ he mumbled, lips pursed as he looked back to Rydia. ââŠ.whatâs your name?â
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