[The low grumble just earns a bark of a laugh from the boxer. He laughs and waves his hand dismissively.] Alright, alright. It isn't stalking. Keep telling yourself that. If it isn't that Monsieur Stalker, then a name would be nice. I'm sure you know my name from the commentators at the ring, but I haven't gotten yours.
[Even if it was stalking, it doesn't seem that he's bothered by it. Doesn't seem to hold it to the other.
He offers the other an easy smile.] You don't seem like someone with ill intent, I guess. [Wriothesley considers himself rather good at reading others. It isn't a natural skill so much a skill born out of necessity. He did not grow up in a good environment and the only thing he could do is adapt if he wanted to scrape by. There was no one to rely on but himself. Nanami, for approaching him rather questionably, never came off as someone he should be incredibly wary of.]
You seemed like you wanted something and maybe I'm a sucker for a guy with your type of face. [He goes back to browsing the shelves and reading the titles off the spines.] The honest answer really is that you just don't calm off as someone I should see as a threat. That isn't to say you aren't dangerous or anything, but I didn't feel like I was at risk by agreeing.
[He finally pulls away from looking around and heads into the kitchen so he can watch the other.] I just can't put my finger on what exactly you want though. The what and the why.
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[Even if it was stalking, it doesn't seem that he's bothered by it. Doesn't seem to hold it to the other.
He offers the other an easy smile.] You don't seem like someone with ill intent, I guess. [Wriothesley considers himself rather good at reading others. It isn't a natural skill so much a skill born out of necessity. He did not grow up in a good environment and the only thing he could do is adapt if he wanted to scrape by. There was no one to rely on but himself. Nanami, for approaching him rather questionably, never came off as someone he should be incredibly wary of.]
You seemed like you wanted something and maybe I'm a sucker for a guy with your type of face. [He goes back to browsing the shelves and reading the titles off the spines.] The honest answer really is that you just don't calm off as someone I should see as a threat. That isn't to say you aren't dangerous or anything, but I didn't feel like I was at risk by agreeing.
[He finally pulls away from looking around and heads into the kitchen so he can watch the other.] I just can't put my finger on what exactly you want though. The what and the why.