Spurious Confessions of a Discontented Heart

He could see in his eyes for a minute and damn was it satisfying. That small glimmer of irritation surfacing before disappearing again. A cheesy grin displayed itself across the dark complexion of the brute, snickering mischievously as he stared the fucker down. His attempt at a jab did nothing to phase the molten unicorn, in fact he found it to be rather amusing. He snorted, looking at him casually and responding with an arrogant nonchalance,"Eh, I've always been a kinky bitch. You're nothing but a prude if you don't like things a little rough. I bet you're the kind of guy who needs wining and dining before getting into the sac. Don't forget the warm cloth for easy cleaning afterward." He wasn't even angry, no, simply biding his time and enjoying a bit of banter with a man he couldn't help but have mild respect for. He was always down for a fight, and if someone could leave a mark then more power to him. The fact that he still managed to stand so tall after being marred so badly was rather admirable. But the man sure as fuck wouldn't hear that coming from his mouth. He was waiting for some irritated grunt or grumble, a snide remark to help soothe his ego. Yet instead he was being approached by the man who seemed to be effortlessly roving his form. His eyes had landed on his handy work, and out of instinct Rico also looked down to inspect it. It wasn't the greatest looking thing, but it made for a great conversation piece with the ladies. When he looked up again he found the dun to be even closer, causing him to take a half step back in confusion. The words falling from his lips were entirely unlike something the brute would have expected of him. "Uh, he began, looking rather dubious as he for once tried to form a response,"I guess yeah. Chicks seem to dig that kind of shit." It was as if everything was in slow motion, watching this man turn from aloof and disinterested to almost... flirtatious? With a simple tilt of his head his forelock swept over his eye, his expression giving away something Ricochet still couldn't entirely comprehend. But he didn't shy away, because he wasn't a fucking pussy, and instead he stood firm and kept eye contact with him. When he asked his name he blinked, face almost serious now as he attempted to study the ulterior motive. He wouldn't question it, because what if this was all a mind game? But he would certainly keep his guard up. "Ricochet. Most call me Rico though," he responded after a moment, still calmly looking at the man and trying to figure out just what was going to happen next. DON'T LET THE BASTARDS GRIND YOU DOWN

@Ruwin