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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth: 500px][justify][font=cambria]He watched her closely as she shifted her position, very interested in the thought process behind it. Pallor simply assumed that she was scared of him, which made it that more inviting. However, it was her words that changed his mind. If you'd like to play with me...

That toothy grin changed into something like a faint smirk. She wasn't as innocent as he thought, hm? Well, Pallor wasn't good wiith judgement and assumptions. The Mortis was highly intelligent in terms of getting what he wanted, but not necessarily the means to do so. That didn't matter much in this current situation though; she was offering him a deal. A deal! He never figured he'd end up getting this lucky. He was trying to figure this pale and pretty girl out, regardless of his excitement. She was smart, and he reckoned that Peachmoon was the type to think a lot. Thinkers, planners and plotters were never good news for Pallor. Was she just trying to trick him? If you answer correctly, I owe you a favor. Anything you'd like." Her advertising was unsurpassed, yet the shady figure sat down slowly, pondering the possible outcome of truth. Did she realize he was only here for one and a half reasons? Anything. "Be careful usin' vague words like that, darlin'. Some bloke could get the wrong idea." He drawled, blinking slowly. His eyes dropped to her smile, such a sweet smile. Was it all too good to be true? "What are you trying to do, sunshine? You ain't Fixin to get me in trouble now, are ya?"

One more look of her from ears to paws was enough to convince him that maybe it'd be worth it. She was tempting, no doubt. He could always just kill her and run after, right? No?

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent][justify][font=cambria]Pallor was now very aware that he had a chilling affect on everyone around him- his gaze now grazing over Eskimokisses, he could very clearly see her uncertainty. Poor lil' thing! And what was next, a threat? Sodapop was already jumping to conclusions, conclusions that were pretty damn accurate. Pallor pulled an expression halfway between a smile and a sneer. "I'll keep that in mind," he drawled. Oh, people were going to have some problems with him being here- and he didn't care one bit, as long as it didn't get in the way of his business.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth: 500px][justify][font=cambria]Allies and enemies? Ah, Pallor had simply forgotten that those things that were important to take into account before planning a visit. It was too late now, of course. Venus didn't seem to care, either, and neither did he. If she got into a fight, it would be his free entertainment.

It was easy to assume that they probably didn't have the healthiest of friendships, but mentally, neither of them were capable of that regardless. Venus was a beautiful, flirtatious fool, and Pallor was an unsurpassably flawed sinner that was lower than the pond scum. Together they made quite a pair, quite a ravenous couple, but there were other complications there, the first being the fact that Venus didn't think of him in that way and the fact that Pallor wasn't capable of anything other than desire. Add those little statistics to Merle Dixon's existence? Hardly a chance.

A smile grew on his features as she came into view, interest in his gaze. "Venus Aurelia." He returned in a somewhat casual exchange. "I suppose it's alright here, lotsa honies. As for a girlfriend? Bah. I'm hassling with a few of 'em." He'd admit, thoughts automatically going to that pretty little thing, Peachmoon. Y'know, gals in the medic profession always caught his interest. That was another story, though, a story he wasn't too interested in getting into. "And you, you're dating pretty high up." He pointed out instead. 'High up' was an understatement.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth: 500px][justify][font=cambria]He was so dangerous, and she so... willing to become his victim. Or, so it seemed. Perhaps she hadn't completely figured him out. If so, they were on the exact same page, for Pallor had no clue what to think about her. Through the grapevine he heard she was engaged to the leader. Of course, he didn't give a shxt who she was seeing- but if it meant him getting his throat ripped out? It was something to reconsider. He wasn't all to sure about this Jax figure; never seen 'im, but it takes a lotta guts to be leader and a bag of bones like Pallor was no fighter. He wasn't necessarily a coward, either; he just liked to sit back while others did the fighting for him, that was all. Manipulative, sure, but that was just Pallor's style. His family had a history of being despicable.

He settled down to listen, intense gaze now locking onto her. What if he got the answer wrong? She seemed so willing to help him. Pallor could take her to some place quiet, and... no, no.

Pallor Mortis was a disgusting man, but he wasn't a complete maniac yet. He wasn't so desperate to r*pe someone. Who said sex was the favor he wanted, anyways? This involved a lot more thinking than he was used to, and it awoke a part of him that disturbed him more than his worrysome habits: his morals. Was fate trying to bring back his gentle side? Nope, no good. That side of Pallor was dead to him.

"That's a good one," Pallor admitted with a sigh, leaning back on his haunches and lifting his gaze to the air above Peach. He felt like the answer was simple, too simple for it to be right. What did he have to lose? Well, in his mind, a lot, but.. it was worth a try, he guessed. "A creek or somethin'. River?" He pitched with a sluggish raise and drop of his shoulders. "Where'd you get your name from, Peachmoon?" Pallor then inquired, the change in subject quick but the overall theme of his thought process certainly wasn't.

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No, there was absolutely no way that she knew his intentions were completely and wholey sinful. How could she? If she did, she wouldn't have struck such a bargain, such a deal. How stupid of him, to consider that he was the one being tricked when really it was the other way around. Peachmoon was smart, but held too much chastity to realize that handing her future over to someone like Pallor was far from a good idea. It was riveting, but it was also concerning, and the same question from before returned to Pallor's dark mind: how would this pretty little thing hold up to tooth and claw?

Back to reality. "The Skulls, eh?" Pallor reiterated, but mostly to himself. He had heard lots of rumors about that strange group. Apparently they had sex slaves or somethin', forced mating and all of that jazz. Yeah, no thanks. Rumors were just rumors, of course, but many held revealing qualities: to this day, Pallor was still trying to figure out if he'd like to be that situation or not. In his mind, he'd have to be a lot more alpha-male. Mm, no thanks. The Mortis would prefer to stick to being lowlife scum, away from the limelight.

As she released a soft laugh, Pallor would smile along with her, but it was the kind of smile that would make many uncomfortable- the way it made Eskimokisses visibly shudder. Yet it didn't seem to hold the same effect on Peachmoon. "Oh, I'd disagree." His level tone said at last, standing slowly and beginning to take a few paces, beginning a circle around her. "I find you very interesting." The creep admitted. "But I don't want to be too straightforward. Where do you see yourself in five minutes?" Another strange and sudden question. Many would ask 'where would you want to see yourself in the future, though we all know that Pallor had issues with the norm. The future was too vague. He wanted to figure her out, decipher her intentions before he decided if he could bang her without afterthought or consequence.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth: 500px][justify][font=cambria]Pallor was the type of person to try to escape a gap in a fence that he was clearly too large for- however, he was a slimy individual, and sometimes the odds happened to be in his favor. If Jax (who happened to be an individual he didn't even realize had a connection with Peach) found out that he was toying with his girl, Pallor's charismatic nature could be enough to allow him chance to escape. Or he'd die, whatever. I wouldn't call either possibility incredible, nor tragic. Regardless, it was a lot of fun to have no fears and screw around.

"Your modesty becomes you," the creep smirked, observing her distantly. She really was running with the big dogs, and Pallor wasn't too sure how to feel about it. He didn't have many friends, and he even had trouble trying to figure out what the definition of that word even was- but Venus stuck around a lot, and they.. did stuff a lot, so he guessed that counts. The thing is, was he loosing her?

"He sounds like someone that'd beat me up," Pallor stated in response to Venus's words about Merle, grin forming. Oh, it was the truth. We even each other out. Bah, what was that supposed to mean? Sloppy romantic sh*t, Pallor reckoned. Ugh, jeez. He was happy to hear her change the subject.

"I've been scopin' the place out, I guess. Doesn't seem all that bad," he mused after a while. It really wasn't; Pallor wouldn't know what was good for him if he didn't stay. Her giggles brought back that smirk, accompanied by a shake of his head. "I remember it. It got weird. 'It' meaning you." Teasing, of course. The memory was foggy for him.

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He liked watching her think, seeing those gears turning in her pretty little head. She had to know at least a few of the ideas that were brewing in the back of his mind, yes? No? It was a difficult question for him. If she did know, why would she place herself in immediate danger? Pallor's eyes shifted across her once more. She didn't seem like too much of a weirdo to him, not in comparison to other chicks he's seen. It was hard to figure her out, and the thoughts were frustrating him. Pal wasn't used to thinking, he was used to getting tail, so this situation proved a bit challenging for him.

Will it hurt?

The question brought his agitated movements to a stop, and he offered her a smile. A nice one, too; one that showed empathy that he really didn't have. But pretty things didn't have to be honest. "You must be more specific, darlin'."

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(sorry for lateness! i definitely didn't forget about these two cx pallor is stayin' creepy)

Damn, she hit the nail on the head.

Pallor's facial expressions twisted from surprise, to smirking amusement, to general adoration. Oh, he liked this one. Making deals she knew the danger about, playing innocent... She completely f*cked him over! Well, not in a literal sense, but for the first period of their encounter she definitely had him stumbling over his own tail.

"I-I think I'm in love with you!" He announced, dark smirk still in place. "You got a boyfriend, honey?" He'd ask, but deep down he wasn't interested in a relationship. He just wanted to make sure he made the right choices to keep himself from getting beat up. That happened more often than he was willing to admit, that was for d*mn sure.

He listened to her, eyes remaining stable and locked on hers (perhaps he didn't succumb to temptation as easily as one thought) as she spoke. Talk of emptiness, of remorse? Oh, he'd heard it all before. What he didn't quite understand was the fact that she'd offer anything to him, and act as if anything was the wrong choice. She was fiddling with his moral compass, a compass that was far beyond broken. Buried within your lustful heart there must be something.

His true desires? He didn't spend much time thinking about those. "Why want, when you can have?" He responded. If she was goin to get all philosophical on him, he'd take it. "Touching can mean a lot of things. I could kill you." The way he said that word was disturbingly casual. "Or I could just request a large number of favors."

It was just a proposal, of course, but it revealed a part of him that nobody was really accustomed to witnessing. "Anything is anything."