#🙦✿ ⦙ ❪ & changed perspective: nero derosa. ❫

[eternasci]

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 🐦‍⬛┊     ❝ COME NOW. You know as well as I that our positions don't always afford us that luxury. You should be thankful that it was just me. ❞  The edges of his smirk mirror those of venomous fangs. Metal scrapes wood as he pulls upon bar stool, making himself comfortable atop its cushion with one elbow lazily slouched along the table. His knuckles caress his cheek, wrist hoisting an arrogant smile up for exhibit.

❝ It is not like this is a sensitive matter... what harm could an old friend's happenstance visit bring? ❞   Of course, saying that had the implication of mere coincidence when there was definitely none: Nero had acknowledged a pattern and found himself intrigued, opting to blend in with the many eyes that crawled down Beck's spine. Once he had developed his hypothesis for Beck's repeated presence — the bartender, whom he often made "conversation" with — Nero felt comfortable enough to lunge.

A flicked hand dismisses the oncoming mixologist, leaving the two to their lonesome.   ❝ Bored... with, perhaps, a dash of disappointment? ❞   His light chuckle manifests as only gentle exhalations from the nose.   ❝ Please. You would find some excuse to decline; it's hilarious you even jest about drinking here. This was always the only option: the element of surprise works best on you, even if you anticipate it.

Besides... it's not that dog's off day, from what I've seen. Have you been... stood up? ❞   The very hand that shooed away unrequited company makes its way to rest on his chest, eyebrows bobbing and lashes fluttering.   ❝ Stings, doesn't it? Another hound chased yours away. The good monsieur has not come in since. ❞  

                                    ﹙ @kataskopeia, from here. ﹚

[eternasci]

' ... you're obsessed. i don't benefit from humanity. ' ( young beck @ nero :)) )

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯  🐦‍⬛┊      COLOR HIM CALM AND COLLECTED; a regular response to clockwork quarrels. Time ticks on ad perpetuum, rewound only to reiterate his response.   ❝ ...and you, oblivious. or perhaps, in denial. ❞   While one wouldn't win bickering with fool - hardy youth, snakes such as he relished the writhing that dissonance drew, a glimpse of teeth leering from twixt smirking lips.

❝ You owe your precious shots to the predictability of humanity; something we study in long - term targets, or decipher in the moment. And we utilize this by weighing one's actions according to the scenario at hand, a critical technique fostered within us. It is all very human. Think of that the next time you miss, when someone so suddenly moves from your sight, whether it be because they spotted a kitten or— ❞ 

An enticing escort, but he needn't elaborate on women's wiles to this one.   ❝ —had a change of heart about the direction they were going. Especially in a fight, where everyone is calculating everyone else's moves. These computations come about by understanding humans. And, yourself. ❞