[ There's a decided lack of trust between the two despite their risky behavior. Gladio doesn't even know his name, but neither is his green-haired companion asking. They're both content to remain anonymous, knowing perhaps the way they fit together (or don't) on a primarily surface level.
Interest causes his pupils to flare open briefly at the vaguely aggressive touch that matched that smile with too much teeth, straight and gleaming. There's a distant alarm in Gladio's honed senses, his perception lining up the points of interest - the hard body he's caught glimpses of down the plunging v neckline and felt beneath cloth, the familiar callouses on fingers and hands that no amount of gentleness can hide - hands familiar with martial arts, bladed weapons - the palpable swagger in his voice, either skilled enough or young enough to think he was master of his own destiny... and of those around him.
Gladio doesn't care what his intentions are as long as he doesn't get knifed, so long as the dangerous portrait he sees emerging from those connected points continues to be interesting. He smirks as he feels that finger rasping through his beard. ]
Yeah.
[ He collects his coat on the way out, covering the only color he's got on him from the body powder offered at the club and looking nothing like his flashy, orange and green companion he walks beside. It's a short walk, they don't even need to see anyone to exchange money and obtain the key. It's just a matter of tapping his communication device against a panel and the rent is paid, the room number appearing on his display. It'll serve as the key too - all of the convenience and anonymity technology can enable.
On the elevator ride up, he pulls his hands out of his pockets and turns to Genji, regarding him carefully. The slow burn from earlier seems to have cooled a little in the more public setting, but he breaks his silence by frowning in thought and folding his arms over his chest. ]
Hm. [ He's thinking back on some of the choice phrases and words exchanged between them, needs to break the ice - however thin that might be - that's forming over the quiet between them. ]
...Still trying to figure you out. [ He quirks a (very large) brow, a smile lingering on his mouth. ] That whole bondage thing... should I be worried?
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Interest causes his pupils to flare open briefly at the vaguely aggressive touch that matched that smile with too much teeth, straight and gleaming. There's a distant alarm in Gladio's honed senses, his perception lining up the points of interest - the hard body he's caught glimpses of down the plunging v neckline and felt beneath cloth, the familiar callouses on fingers and hands that no amount of gentleness can hide - hands familiar with martial arts, bladed weapons - the palpable swagger in his voice, either skilled enough or young enough to think he was master of his own destiny... and of those around him.
Gladio doesn't care what his intentions are as long as he doesn't get knifed, so long as the dangerous portrait he sees emerging from those connected points continues to be interesting. He smirks as he feels that finger rasping through his beard. ]
Yeah.
[ He collects his coat on the way out, covering the only color he's got on him from the body powder offered at the club and looking nothing like his flashy, orange and green companion he walks beside. It's a short walk, they don't even need to see anyone to exchange money and obtain the key. It's just a matter of tapping his communication device against a panel and the rent is paid, the room number appearing on his display. It'll serve as the key too - all of the convenience and anonymity technology can enable.
On the elevator ride up, he pulls his hands out of his pockets and turns to Genji, regarding him carefully. The slow burn from earlier seems to have cooled a little in the more public setting, but he breaks his silence by frowning in thought and folding his arms over his chest. ]
Hm. [ He's thinking back on some of the choice phrases and words exchanged between them, needs to break the ice - however thin that might be - that's forming over the quiet between them. ]
...Still trying to figure you out. [ He quirks a (very large) brow, a smile lingering on his mouth. ] That whole bondage thing... should I be worried?