If only his scent were the only thing that Mamoru noticed about the other person in the room. Mamoru's fingers are already on the hilt of his cane, the latch open to draw the blade inside it, his feet feeling the floor thrum underneath him with not just weight but the balance of someone with an incredibly strong core. Ready, steady.
The shades show him someone with a nimble but solid outline. He's quick to mutter 'memory' so that they label this person immediately.
While unruly and hard-nosed, usually, Mamoru does what he's told and he stops.
He had sensed aggression, but not in the same way he felt aggression from others. There usually lingered some inquisitiveness in those intents, in the aim to injure, to kill. 'Seek and destroy,' brushing past the ends of his hair and raising gooseskin at the back of his neck.
This… this, though. Fanged and heated, black-stepping and sickly, it feels like resentment, lingering hatred, and the aim to make the hurt linger.]
I believe you. [He believes Gu Yun because it makes sense. Even though he hasn't turned, the two Mamorus laugh simultaneously. It's a gritty thing, a chuckle that skitters through the floor, even as the doppelganger moves away. Somewhere into another mirror, perhaps.
Mamoru takes the chance to huff a small little laugh as if he's remembered an inside joke that only he knows.
He finds this kind of situation the ideal moment to meet someone, after all.] Are you armed?
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If only his scent were the only thing that Mamoru noticed about the other person in the room. Mamoru's fingers are already on the hilt of his cane, the latch open to draw the blade inside it, his feet feeling the floor thrum underneath him with not just weight but the balance of someone with an incredibly strong core. Ready, steady.
The shades show him someone with a nimble but solid outline. He's quick to mutter 'memory' so that they label this person immediately.
While unruly and hard-nosed, usually, Mamoru does what he's told and he stops.
He had sensed aggression, but not in the same way he felt aggression from others. There usually lingered some inquisitiveness in those intents, in the aim to injure, to kill. 'Seek and destroy,' brushing past the ends of his hair and raising gooseskin at the back of his neck.
This… this, though. Fanged and heated, black-stepping and sickly, it feels like resentment, lingering hatred, and the aim to make the hurt linger.]
I believe you. [He believes Gu Yun because it makes sense. Even though he hasn't turned, the two Mamorus laugh simultaneously. It's a gritty thing, a chuckle that skitters through the floor, even as the doppelganger moves away. Somewhere into another mirror, perhaps.
Mamoru takes the chance to huff a small little laugh as if he's remembered an inside joke that only he knows.
He finds this kind of situation the ideal moment to meet someone, after all.] Are you armed?