#🎞️ –〘 dark mousy 〙– ‘ dnangelic . – 🎞️

[bullsh1tterz]

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‘ ooh, professional. ‘ a smooth, slender finger traces itself along the cold metallic rim of the other’s camera. even if he didn’t know model makes and names, it was still always a simple thing to be able to tell between cheap disposables and far more serious lenses; the sorts hoping to capture the world’s greatest phantom thief in the only way that he could ever be. it’s with this in mind, too, that dark lets his lips curl into their usual snide and arrogant grin. ‘ i bet you’re just dying to take a few pictures of me. and if you’re not, then you should be. ‘ a photographer wasn’t a reporter, after all —- and the great phantom thief did so love his own paparazzi.

Oh. One of those. Self-involved little child stars thinking the whole wide world knows them - wants them around. This one doesn't look like he's that young, but the attitude's enough to tell Adam that he might as well be. Sixteen at best, with that tone. Fucking sixteen-year-olds. He wants to dropkick him but he withholds. No use hurting a child. It's not his fault. The adults around him have probably deluded him into thinking he was god's gift to national television - and thereby real life by proxy.

Adam smiles, but it's patronizing - laced in sarcastic malice. "Oh, yeeaaaah, cantcha see my arms tremblin' and quiverin' with the urge ta snap a shot at the glorious sight of ya?" he motions his head down to steady hands, deadpanning thereafter and yanking the camera away from the other's touch.

"Get your slimy little emo hands off my camera, kid. Go get peer-pressured into doing drugs or somethin'." he looks him up and down. "If you haven't been already, that is."

[bullsh1tterz]

"...Uhuh." Adam's been around enough hippies to know LARPing when he sees it. Is he about to partake? No, absolutely not, but he won't rain on the kid's parade... too much. He's too young to handle Adam's intense, rage-fueled bullying.

"No one's called ya a kid before? Crazy. D'ya just not talk to adults 'r what?" Brow quirks. That's probably a good thing, though, in retrospect. Adults are crazier than children. But that's besides the point, because right now he kind of wishes he was around a few. Talking to a teenager at a tacky little diabetes-inducing establishment is not exactly something Adam considers... within his comfort zone. He can't be a complete dick. "Then again, y're probably one of those stuffed in the locker every Monday types, yeah? Can't imagine kids yer age are super into the whole 'I'm an enderman hybrid omega darklord' thing." Somewhat of a dick seems to be fine, though. He's accepting the middle ground as he leans towards the menu, rummaging through it with the grace of a hippopotamus in a rainforest.

the remark earns a humored huff . the wry raise of a single thick brow ; a glance that quietly drifts elsewhere . he'd say that the likes of him devouring the blood red organs of young girls and innocent women was just a bad rumor , but what part of him wasn't as much ?

when you made a habit of playing with hearts , it was inevitable that some of them would break . juggling things like hopes and expectation , keeping everyone swooning and dreaming ; it was difficult work --- yet still his duty to make look effortless . guiltless .

' --- i'm not so violent , ' is what he settles with , and the low , gentle lyre-chord hum of his voice remains self-assured . ' i don't really know what an emo shtick is supposed to be , either . i like what i like : cute girls , beautiful things , they bring happiness . ' why , then , should he have ever resisted sating his longing ? his hungry desire for hearts indeed , and all of its belly-aching necessity ? even if only just by a little bit .

it's the rest that grants his first show of surprise . just like any other kid --- should he have laughed ? even his expression seems to have trouble deciding , the grin on his lips and the tips of his too-sharp teeth only briefly peeking out then going back into hiding . it's flattering , euphoric and affirming and simultaneously unbearably discomforting , even if it's utterly oblivious . ' i can't think of a single person who would have ever said the same thing to me . ' the privilege of not-knowing , though he doesn't deign to pretend , not for long . he speaks lowly , in a soft sarcastic hush of his own that he subtly leans into : ' do you say that kind of thing to every black-winged phantom thief you meet ? '

[bullsh1tterz]

Adam doesn't even quite know what he's doing here. Perhaps a morbid curiosity has driven him to join the other in this den of cupcakes and rainbows; a photographer's inclination to wonder what things look like and whether they're worth immortalizing in a single snap. That's the only reason he's here, he's telling himself.

As for the other, he's telling him nothing. Doesn't matter what he thinks of Adam, really, considering the photographer himself finds him a prissy little shit - possibly one with a sad, miserable parenthood which has allowed him to be such, but still a prissy little shit. He can feel everyone's eyes on them. It's annoying. It's frustrating. It compels a certain sympathy out of him for how much the other must have to deal with it. His theory that he's some child actor finds to itself new grounds for truth every day - but Adam's never seen him in anything. Which, for one so well-versed in television and media, doesn't add up.

"A beautiful smile, I get. But a heart?" He asks, brow quirked. "Whose heart're ya ripping out, kid?" It's rhetorical and with a little scoff, but he doesn't know whether sarcasm will be the other's forte.

A dismissive hand flicks up. "I don't really care if I get blacklisted." And why should he? "This isn't exactly my scene. Almost surprised it's yours with the whole emo shtick going on but..." A little head tilt. " Guess you're just like any other kid, huh?" And creepy old men, apparently. He expected plenty to be here and all but now that it's actually come true... Well, it's a little eerie. He's almost prepared to dial the police should one of the workers be harassed. But, that all might be a result of his hyper-focus on the risks and negatives of whatever place he's been lodged into - an innate desire for safety which then translates into complete and total mistrust and skepticism. Not that it shows on his face, though, beyond the regular furrow and slightest little scrunch about his nose.

@bullsh1tterz : (( HE'S NOT GONNA BE MEAN TO SERVICE WORKERS - ONLY THE CUSTOMERS ))

' that's not exactly going to scare them any less , you know --- ? ' but it helped to have an attractive face and a native at your side when going to these sorts of places . adam wasn't exactly what he'd call a 'friend' , barely even an 'acquaintance , ' but he's still generous enough to lend a little association and to diffuse things when necessary ... even if it's with his usual insufferable , unflappable arrogance .

' what would you do without me ? you know you can be blacklisted from these sorts of places if you misbehave too much ? ' as he drawls this the girls nervously crowd about and whisper to themselves in the corners of the cafe , eyeing the great phantom thief and his company like a piece of savory meat being prowled about and guarded by a leery-eyed wolf . ' --- well , forget it . i'm just going to get a drink . it comes with a heart and a beautiful smile . ♥ '