mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-05-17 13:03:00 |
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It didn't require any sort of special ability to look around the Mocha and see which of this people wore the mark of his father. There was no one doing anything even particularly devious at the moment, but he could tell. It might've been something in the eyes, something he saw every day now when he looked in the mirror. His eyes met those of the blonde woman working the counter, so a product of his father that she might as well have had 'Vision' stamped across her forehead. His head tilted slightly and her expression went immediately from a sneer to blatantly adoring. He smiled. She blushed.
Poor, pathetic creature.
He looked away, this time to meet the eyes of a pretty woman, there seemed to be a lot of those here, and he let his smile brighten and appear more genuine as he gestured her in front of him. The moment she stepped in front of him he looked over her backside with blatant interest, dark eyes shining.
Oh, yes. This will do quite nicely...