WAS IT SUPPOSED TO BRING DREAD? mello is halfway certain. but he sits patiently. kenjaku hasn't spoken. silence were meant to unsettle. but only pit in his stomach grows with need. for a glance. maybe two. lips purse— gaze harrowing once lowering. to him the word punished is practically painted across his forehead. there is no basking, no he flinches like the light burns. what is the point of ear drums if no one was to speak? why have tongue is no one is too listen? both answers drag sharpness across his skin. no call of his hand. instead like prey mello notices shadow from @noumisou.
“ hmm? ” not full word. no point, he expected to be consumed. digested down to gristle ( KENJAKU INQUIRED: a hand comes to cup to cup the underside of mello's jaw. thumb pressing slightly into the soft flesh of his cheek. for a moment he just looks, an unsettling expression cast in shadow from the fluorescent light behind him. then- he tilts his head curiously. " Ordinarily I might of just killed you for being so obnoxious but- " looming still as he leans closer, and gives both cheeks a squeeze with his hand.. " the blatant disregard for your own wellbeing fascinates me... so. you can stay, for now. " / hi he thinks ur kind of cute i guess but in a mean way. UNPROMPTED ■. OPEN ) they stare. feline like mellos brows furrow together. tempting him to continue. he fights against the movement of his head. relinquishing control. “ like you'd tell me to leave. i think i know you by now. ” his cheeks are forced together until lips pucker. stare stays impressed. cheek churning until it bites at wrist. harsh enough for crimson to bead. two dots following expanse of kenjaku's arm.
