Poor Levi. If only he knew it was no mere human whose eye he caught.
Vena stretches he arm across the bar and lays his head down on it, though he still manages to take up surprisingly little of the surface. At first, his eyes follow Levi, not missing a single movement. A predator closely tracking it's next intended prey. Watching. Waiting for his moment. In time, though, his eyes drop to the food boxes. The way that Levi arranges them, the flexing of his hands when he picks them up and puts them down. He reaches out with his free hand almost as though he's about to touch Levi's arm but instead hooks one of the boxes with his index finger and drags it toward him.
"Do you not have people who can do that for you." He opens up the box he's claimed and lifts his head just enough to peer inside. "Do as you must. I'm sure I will still be here."
A lie. By the time Levi returns, Vena is nowhere to be found. Nor is the man who'd been following him around. All that remains is the box of food Vena had, still open with a single small bite taken out of the grilled cheese. Though he'd prefer to spend much of his time watching the food boy (stay near him. Let his power find it's foothold in his mind and start chipping away at all of his defences), he allowed himself to be pulled away by his middle aged partner. Tend to him now so Vena can do as he pleases without some horny old man following him around.
Levi has probably a half an hour free of the looming host before Vena returns (alone. His partner is no where is sight. Vena left him where they were last together. The poor man's finally passed out from exhaustion) to sit back on the same bar stool, looking freshly dishevelled and a little more, um, used than when he was here last.
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Vena stretches he arm across the bar and lays his head down on it, though he still manages to take up surprisingly little of the surface. At first, his eyes follow Levi, not missing a single movement. A predator closely tracking it's next intended prey. Watching. Waiting for his moment. In time, though, his eyes drop to the food boxes. The way that Levi arranges them, the flexing of his hands when he picks them up and puts them down. He reaches out with his free hand almost as though he's about to touch Levi's arm but instead hooks one of the boxes with his index finger and drags it toward him.
"Do you not have people who can do that for you." He opens up the box he's claimed and lifts his head just enough to peer inside. "Do as you must. I'm sure I will still be here."
A lie. By the time Levi returns, Vena is nowhere to be found. Nor is the man who'd been following him around. All that remains is the box of food Vena had, still open with a single small bite taken out of the grilled cheese. Though he'd prefer to spend much of his time watching the food boy (stay near him. Let his power find it's foothold in his mind and start chipping away at all of his defences), he allowed himself to be pulled away by his middle aged partner. Tend to him now so Vena can do as he pleases without some horny old man following him around.
Levi has probably a half an hour free of the looming host before Vena returns (alone. His partner is no where is sight. Vena left him where they were last together. The poor man's finally passed out from exhaustion) to sit back on the same bar stool, looking freshly dishevelled and a little more, um, used than when he was here last.