[Mello, on the other hand, makes no effort to dress differently to meet with Lance. He's not a slob by any means, just wearing casual clothes, dark jeans and a loose-fitting plain black shirt, the rosary as always around his neck, tired eyes and somber expression underneath mildly mussed blond hair that's half fallen over his scarred face. He answers the door barefoot, a knife hidden under his shirt, tucked into the waistband of his jeans at his back. He doesn't expect trouble, but he also doesn't trust easily, and this house is only as safe as he can make it - mostly by limiting the number of people who know where he stays. He's extended a measure of trust in asking Lance over, but it's incomplete and tentative.]
Dr. Sweets.
[He gives him an acknowledging nod and steps back, opening the door wider to allow him to enter, and scoops up the black cat chirping curiously at his feet. The cat meows in protest but settles easily into the crook of his arm, all three differently colored eyes watching Lance alertly.]
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Date: 2017-08-04 09:26 pm (UTC)Dr. Sweets.
[He gives him an acknowledging nod and steps back, opening the door wider to allow him to enter, and scoops up the black cat chirping curiously at his feet. The cat meows in protest but settles easily into the crook of his arm, all three differently colored eyes watching Lance alertly.]
Will you come in?