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Rialto would have been unmoved from his place if it weren't for the minute shock of Cat being jostled, and then the slender fingers scuffing his forehead, which on the surface seemed harmless except for the solid thud they made, the blow dislodging the hair between Rialto's eyes.
Whether Rialto had the ability to resist grimacing at the physical pain, he didn't utilise it in the slightest - worsened by their words of devilry and sin, Rialto's mouth falling open at the harsh sting they wreaked. "You take that back," he said through gritted teeth, hand snapping up to grab Alex's wrist and a vein fit to burst on his forehead. "They're poorly made with a lot of thought." The biggest insult wasn't even the one about their price. Rialto didn't think twice about the price.
Poorly made, though. That one sizzled like holy water down the throat.
The vampire withdrew the phone and its apparent sheath to tuck into the inside of his creased vest, petulant but not surprised at the failure of yet another sales pitch. If it wasn't the lack of diversity that prevented anything from being bought, could it possibly be that he needed to change up his methods? ... Never mind. These two would certainly keep being here shooting down his potential clients, now and later. Ah, what were immortal companions for.
"The night is young," he said blithely, at that point making to push Alex away by the face with a palm. Back to the young individual they were addressing. The ash scattered from only moments ago still stained the crisp air, faint but thickly pervasive - it was really too sad that people these days forewent pipes in lieu of inelegant temporary sticks. They could at least afford to corrupt their own lungs in style. "Soda is enough for a day or two. Now, what's your story?"
Whether Rialto had the ability to resist grimacing at the physical pain, he didn't utilise it in the slightest - worsened by their words of devilry and sin, Rialto's mouth falling open at the harsh sting they wreaked. "You take that back," he said through gritted teeth, hand snapping up to grab Alex's wrist and a vein fit to burst on his forehead. "They're poorly made with a lot of thought." The biggest insult wasn't even the one about their price. Rialto didn't think twice about the price.
Poorly made, though. That one sizzled like holy water down the throat.
The vampire withdrew the phone and its apparent sheath to tuck into the inside of his creased vest, petulant but not surprised at the failure of yet another sales pitch. If it wasn't the lack of diversity that prevented anything from being bought, could it possibly be that he needed to change up his methods? ... Never mind. These two would certainly keep being here shooting down his potential clients, now and later. Ah, what were immortal companions for.
"The night is young," he said blithely, at that point making to push Alex away by the face with a palm. Back to the young individual they were addressing. The ash scattered from only moments ago still stained the crisp air, faint but thickly pervasive - it was really too sad that people these days forewent pipes in lieu of inelegant temporary sticks. They could at least afford to corrupt their own lungs in style. "Soda is enough for a day or two. Now, what's your story?"
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