Post by prince on Nov 7, 2009 17:35:23 GMT -7
He smiled slightly, looking at her through the hair covering his eyes. "Don't worry. I'm not interested in those things." He was being honest, for the most part he simply enjoyed the presence of people, without any emotional or physical attachment. He was best suited to be in the company of this young lady, who appeared to want as much of him as he wanted with her, which was very little indeed.
"No reason. Just needed something to do I suppose." He said in response to her question. He looped one of his arms around the back of the chair he sat on and leaned back into it comfortably. This made him seem even less of a threat than he previously had been, except that it showed the silver blades in the pouch on his belt. Though this position would allow for easy access of them, he didn't seem to be threatened, and not the type inclined to do anything without reason.
Though... He supposed that was a lie. He had killed before just because he had nothing to do, but that was against the point here. He sat up as the woman at the counter brought them their drinks, and the snacks. He picked up one of the dry little pieces of baked goods and dipped it in his hot chocolate with the oddest movements, holding it carefully between his forefinger and thumb, just sitting there, extended over the cup. He dipped it in carefully, then pulled it out and put it to his lips. A look of sheer happiness crossed his face as he bit into it.
"Help yourself." He mentioned after clearing his mouth of everything. He was polite after all, and knew it wasn't good to talk with your mouth full. "So. Where are you from?" He asked, noticing the accent. Small conversation wouldn't kill them, or so he hoped.
"No reason. Just needed something to do I suppose." He said in response to her question. He looped one of his arms around the back of the chair he sat on and leaned back into it comfortably. This made him seem even less of a threat than he previously had been, except that it showed the silver blades in the pouch on his belt. Though this position would allow for easy access of them, he didn't seem to be threatened, and not the type inclined to do anything without reason.
Though... He supposed that was a lie. He had killed before just because he had nothing to do, but that was against the point here. He sat up as the woman at the counter brought them their drinks, and the snacks. He picked up one of the dry little pieces of baked goods and dipped it in his hot chocolate with the oddest movements, holding it carefully between his forefinger and thumb, just sitting there, extended over the cup. He dipped it in carefully, then pulled it out and put it to his lips. A look of sheer happiness crossed his face as he bit into it.
"Help yourself." He mentioned after clearing his mouth of everything. He was polite after all, and knew it wasn't good to talk with your mouth full. "So. Where are you from?" He asked, noticing the accent. Small conversation wouldn't kill them, or so he hoped.
