[ DANGER!! DANGER!! DANGER!! Once his mind had registered that the other was posing a threat, his vision blurred as the lenses of his mask started to fog up with some kind of secreted gas. A small grumble of childish annoyance followed, completely disregarding the hand that threatened to wrap around his neck. Sitting up, he swatted at the other, gloved hand rising. ]
[ Tone scolding, crimson hues flitted to the man. All he wanted to do was make a friend, form some kind of connection the way he had witnessed it the other day. Twisting a nozzle from the side of his mask, he breathed out, purified steam hissing out in smokey plumes. Even so, the stench of sulfur still lingered in the air and he waved it off with a flick of his wrist. ]
– I saw someone do that. And then they laughed and talked
for hours. I was just trying to obtain something akin to that.
I guess… That is not normal behavior? –
[ The cant of his head was thoughtful in nature, as if he was seriously thinking about his actions and where he went wrong. ]
– Should I have asked first? Your lap is comfy, but
the bench isn’t. Shame. –
A huff left pallid lips, head moving to the side, evading the continues swatting in the air by the other. Nose was scrunched up as the putrid smell reached overly sensitive senses. Truly, he was between a state of annoyance and mild curiosity. Annoyance for the sheer fact that such contact had taken place and curious for the gas that left the other’s mask (just noticing now that he wore a mask to begin with). At the accusation Misfortune simply gave no response, the look, no the glint within crimson hues but distant apathy. He never truly did care about another’s state of mind or how his actions affected them. He could PRETEND and ACT but feeling anything genuine was simply impossible. Gaze followed the male’s movements, thin brows slightly creasing together at the EXPLANATION, it finally making sense, a bit at least. The fact that his lap was now empty enough reason to lean back into the bench, calm once again.
“It is normal--behavior for those--that already know each other.You can’t--do that with strangers. It is not--acceptable.” Was replied; voice never rising, maintaining it’s soft tunes. He never did talk loudly, his words would either be whispers or smooth soothing melodies. A contrast to what he ACTUALLY embodied. The irony was in the fact that Dante himself would have done that or worse to a complete stranger, in regards to invading personal space he could be quite the hypocrite. A sigh, cold air was breathed out from lungs he did not need, a wave of his hand before it returned to rest against the edge of the bench.
“Yes--you should have.” A pause and smile (one so carried so often that it lost it’s meaning) curved lips further upwards, eyes narrowing slightly. “I am quite certain--that it is. How about you--try again? Ask first and--you may lay down--in my lap. Recreate what--you saw earlier. We can--get to know each other--then....” Call it childish curiosity but it seemed that even in moments you thought nothing interesting would happen (or only annoyance would surface) that something did manage to happen. The odd scent, the gas, the mask he wore--all contributing to it. Just when Misfortune thought things couldn’t get any MORE boring, they got flipped upside down and new opportunities got presented to him.