Marco smirked at that, two parts arrogantly confident, one part observing Tatsumi and taking it all in, and one part borderline flirting still. "I think we both know I wouldn't need to do that if I wanted to seduce you."
Still he mixed himself another blue moon, his expression slipping a bit. Of course he couldn't stop thinking about Japan. Even now. He knew wouldn't be able to, and he didn't really want to. Because if he forgot Japan, he wouldn't forgive himself, wouldn't, couldn't let that happen.
The moment passes and Marco eases into a more mellow grin. Memories of Japan still stung, but they were bittersweet, becoming more like memories of Thatch, Ace, and his father.
"I don't think I ever said I wanted you to leave me alone, eh?" He was only pretty sure of that though, over the past year and a half there had been the occasionally close moment or two, but no, ever since they first started sparring, Japan had been the one more wary of Marco's "friendship" with the werepire. He poured Tatsumi another drink, not even paying attention to what he mixed up this time, just something strong. "You're too... interesting to not keep around."
He drank more of his blue moon and idly pet Tatsumi's ear tufts again. "Hey. How much do you like killing? Is it like an addiction, or just sometimes meals get hard and loose ends get messy?" Spur of the moment, but Marco had to start somewhere.
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Still he mixed himself another blue moon, his expression slipping a bit. Of course he couldn't stop thinking about Japan. Even now. He knew wouldn't be able to, and he didn't really want to. Because if he forgot Japan, he wouldn't forgive himself, wouldn't, couldn't let that happen.
The moment passes and Marco eases into a more mellow grin. Memories of Japan still stung, but they were bittersweet, becoming more like memories of Thatch, Ace, and his father.
"I don't think I ever said I wanted you to leave me alone, eh?" He was only pretty sure of that though, over the past year and a half there had been the occasionally close moment or two, but no, ever since they first started sparring, Japan had been the one more wary of Marco's "friendship" with the werepire. He poured Tatsumi another drink, not even paying attention to what he mixed up this time, just something strong. "You're too... interesting to not keep around."
He drank more of his blue moon and idly pet Tatsumi's ear tufts again. "Hey. How much do you like killing? Is it like an addiction, or just sometimes meals get hard and loose ends get messy?" Spur of the moment, but Marco had to start somewhere.