Slowly, as if suspended in time, the male blinks, making ruby irises hidden behind dark sunglasses disappear for a second. Then, just afterwards a smirk that’s all flashing, sharp teeth comes out to play and dance upon his feral features. “Well now, I seem to have found myself looking in a mirror. What a pleasant surprise this is.” He places his chin upon a open palmed hand and stares at the male, unblinking and openly curious now. “Tell me, my doppelgänger, what are you called by?”
Surely I must be dreaming… Yes, that must be it.
Maybe whatever God or Gods there may be decided to play a cruel joke on him. An amusing one, of that he was sure, but a malicious one all the same.
There it is. There they are.
Those wonderful and marvellous emotions that he knew oh so well.
Intrigue. A sense of playfulness. The want to tease. To entertain.
To be entertained, endlessly entertained.
Yes. That would be acceptable to him; he was a denizen of Hell, albeit formerly.
So, to mirror his look-a-like’s look, he blinked before allowing a smirk to curl his lips.
Of course, his teeth were nowhere near as sharp as his… mirror self’s teeth were.
No fangs formed, no fangs gently gripped onto the flesh of his bottom lip as his pearly whites softly took hold of it, nipping it oh so tenderly, but…
He did permit his warm onyx irises to be swallowed up by a hue of rose red, the smirk still curling his lips as he breathed a laugh.
“I find myself thinking the very same… I am Akira Kurusu. Might I know your name, my charming double?”
