[When Tinder enters, he'd find the blond leaning against the far wall with arms crossed. This room is his in name only--he's only actually set foot in it once before now. He much prefers the sub-basement now that Pluto's gone, or out and about in Midas. To be in Dana-Burn at all lately is rare for the demon. Mismatched eyes fall upon the young man and he steps away from the wall, pulling one of his gloves off as he approaches.]
A bit bloodthirsty of you to want to see someone's death. [Tinder continues to surprise him. There must really be some bad blood between him and the man he'd sent him to kill.
Yuber doesn't touch the kid's hand so much as grab him by the wrist, holding it in an iron grip. He doesn't know just what he'll see when he pokes through his memories, how many bloodstained battlefields he'll wade through in addition to the one death he wants to see, but he watches. Watches Tinder's face for his reactions, watches for the first sign of retreat, of fear, of disgust, anything.]
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Date: 2015-05-30 04:02 am (UTC)A bit bloodthirsty of you to want to see someone's death. [Tinder continues to surprise him. There must really be some bad blood between him and the man he'd sent him to kill.
Yuber doesn't touch the kid's hand so much as grab him by the wrist, holding it in an iron grip. He doesn't know just what he'll see when he pokes through his memories, how many bloodstained battlefields he'll wade through in addition to the one death he wants to see, but he watches. Watches Tinder's face for his reactions, watches for the first sign of retreat, of fear, of disgust, anything.]