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“ne, ne,” he approached blair, a hand placed on her shoulder as any familiar person would to greet. they weren’t exactly on the best of terms per se, but maintaining an equilibrium between friend and foe is what any informant could rely on most. it gives an appealing sort of edge without exposing what his true intentions were — though he knows blair may be suspicious, it doesn’t deter him from approaching all friendly-like, as if nothing in the world, or between them, was wrong. which blair’s irritation from their previous conversation proved otherwise.
japanese honorifics clung to his speech, weaving itself in and out with his dialect like a bizarre weeaboo. “mason-san, do you know what today is?” his voice was light, floating easily from his lips as he rested his chin on the other’s shoulder. an acidic smile curled at the ends of his mouth.
eyes flare with some unknown energy — excitement, maybe — flicker as they observed the side of the woman’s face. only innocence henceforth, nothing underlying or misleading. then again, conveying just that was his forte. plentiful of information regarding her background and connections was sifted through, checked upon — is still being checked upon — and put to the test.
he’s inviting and warm like this right now, but there always is something shady that hides itself behind those brown eyes. even if they weren’t brown as rumors claimed. demons would have that potential, wouldn’t they?
