[Leaning forward, cerulean eyes narrow, his gaze hard as granite as it locks with crimson, face mere inches from the force field surrounding the containment cell. Because someone like Giovanni?
Not exactly well versed in hiding the finer nuances of body language that give him away in so many different ways. There's tension coiling his entire frame tight, as if he's struggling to contain the riot of emotions that chase across his expression, war in flickering bursts in that fierce gaze. And with the way he's breathing - one would have expected this after a rigorous workout, or a pitched battle.
Not so much from someone only recently returned to consciousness.
Time to push then, before whatever he's trying to contain in order to appease Kanda shreds the remnants of humanity that debating resides deep within the recesses of this man's conditioning.]
I told you already, didn't I? An animal's body language gives him away every time. But then, so does a human's.
[Slow steps start to bring him around the cage, his gaze never breaking contact beyond a quick blink.]
Can you even remember what you were like when I found you? Look at you. Covered in blood but still craving more, huh? Tell me I'm wrong, Giovanni. I fucking dare you.
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[Leaning forward, cerulean eyes narrow, his gaze hard as granite as it locks with crimson, face mere inches from the force field surrounding the containment cell. Because someone like Giovanni?
Not exactly well versed in hiding the finer nuances of body language that give him away in so many different ways. There's tension coiling his entire frame tight, as if he's struggling to contain the riot of emotions that chase across his expression, war in flickering bursts in that fierce gaze. And with the way he's breathing - one would have expected this after a rigorous workout, or a pitched battle.
Not so much from someone only recently returned to consciousness.
Time to push then, before whatever he's trying to contain in order to appease Kanda shreds the remnants of humanity that debating resides deep within the recesses of this man's conditioning.]
I told you already, didn't I? An animal's body language gives him away every time. But then, so does a human's.
[Slow steps start to bring him around the cage, his gaze never breaking contact beyond a quick blink.]
Can you even remember what you were like when I found you? Look at you. Covered in blood but still craving more, huh? Tell me I'm wrong, Giovanni. I fucking dare you.