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Robert was so conflicted. On the one hand, Leon was going through something serious, here. On the other, Melvin really needed to be beaten down into a pulpy mix of blood and teeth. When Leon turned to walk away, Robert didn't stop him. He couldn't, really. Leon was sabotaging himself left and right, and as far as Robert could tell, it was all because he'd confronted him about Madison. He couldn't have had a clue that there was any deeper meaning behind Leon's words, or his actions. All he knew was the surface, and on the surface, it all looked pretty shitty.

Leon had his own problems. Maybe.. maybe Maddie was better off..

He gave the silver haired male a quick look, watching her distance herself from the crowd without having to make a move. The way her eyes turned cold and apathetic. The way people seemed to tread just a little more carefully about her.

He wasn't better off without her.

Robert's hand reached into his pocket, opening up his phone. His other hand reached for Melvin, clenching the man's shirt with a vicious hold. "Don't ********' move bro." He growled, in case Melvin thought he was going to get away from this without any repercussion. Robert's quick, one handed text was messy, and short.



Text sent, he put his phone away and turned to deal with Melvin, his face twisting in rage.

"Okay, ********. I'm only going to say this once. You're lucky you're a Lifer, otherwise I wouldn't even say it. But if you stick your nose in my business again, I will kill you and they will never find the body. That is not a threat. It is an iron clad promise. I don't give a s**t what you, or anybody else thinks. Don't. Get. In. My. Way."

One minute she was drinking some pretty pink juice from a paper cup, the next minute it was in a puddle on the ground, and there was a very angry white-haired man wielding a mace like a baseball bat behind Melvin.

"I swear to god I will bash the back of your ******** skull in if you do not release him immediately."

Jeremy watched as the scene played out before him, blinking as accusations were thrown, lessons were learned and...threats were made? Wait, that didn't seem right. Things started to kind of get on the mend in a weird way so...what was going on? ...Oh s**t Melvin's got a gun! And that silver haired man was back! Yikes, this s**t was about to get very, seriously real.

"W-WELL Lookit the time!" Jeremy called out loudly, weaseling his way between the giant macebait and Melvin to nudge his ocean-smelling friend. "It's time to back off now, Melvin...kinda a bad place to air out dirty laundry." He warned nervously, putting a hand on Melvin's arm to try and urge him away from the beast that was Robert and the wrath that was this silver haired guy.

When Robert felt that stupid a** goo gun pressing against his neck, it was hard not to laugh. But he managed. It was even harder not to grin when Petra was behind Melvin before he'd managed to take in another breath, but he managed that, too. And when Jeremy started pulling Melvin away, effectively saving a lot of lives, and a lot of paperwork, even then, Robert stayed stoic. His hand was in his pocket, his fingers already clutching the coin to summon Jezebel, when it all went down in a rush. And suddenly, Robert realized that was a very, very good thing.

And that was when he had to laugh.

He laughed right in Melvin's pathetic little face. He bit his lip and tried not to, but it kept coming out in jagged bursts of laughter. He really couldn't help himself. Melvin was, metaphorically, shooting himself in the foot.

Summoning his weapon and aiming it at a higher ranked hunter with the intention to do something - in the middle of a room filled with witnesses.

And a guy taking pictures.

Robert was trying, so ******** hard, to stop laughing. He walked right past the man, put his hand on Petra's mace, and pressed it down. "Baby, it ain't even worth the time you'd need to clean his grimy blood off of Cain." Desummon it, his glittering, laughing eyes silently said. "He's just a little s**t."

Robert wasn't very smart. He didn't have a whole lot of them book learnings that some Hunters might have come into the game with. But he knew just a few lessons that were so ingrained, so obvious, they made him laugh. One, was how quickly you could get podded for inappropriate weapon use. He wasn't letting Petra go down for this one.

And in that sense, Melvin was right. Robert did care for a few people. Leon, certainly. Maddie, obviously. Petra, without a doubt.

But Melvin, he did not care about.

And just like he'd done with Cass, Robert was smart enough, and patient enough, to know how to wait for the perfect moment to bring him down.

This was not it.

Melvin hadn't moved when Jeremy tried to move in, but things were breaking up already. It wasn't the first time anyone ever held him by his shirt or even laughed in his face. It wouldn't be the last time either, and he accepted that for a fact. His strengths were not fighting, but that didn't mean he'd be someone's b***h either. A sense of personal pride didn't make him bend like a wet noodle, but he wasn't just going to brush occurrences like this off. Robert could ******** himself.

When Petra lowered her mace and went with her husband, Melvin shook off Jeremy's hand off his shoulder. "Don't touch me." Again, don't wrinkle his shirt people. In fact, never touch him ever.

Desummoning his gun, he decided to move from the spot to leave a buffer of space.

The vampire chuckled, bowing at the girls turned boys. "A pleasure dear sweet bloods. And yes." He motioned to his ears. "I do eat people. Or rather, suck them dry."

Marcus rolled his eyes coming to join his weapon and hopefully, prevent anything from happening. Anything being him trying to bite or kiss someone.
".....Both of you look familiar. This is Desidero by the way." The vampire licked his lips.
"..........my weapon."

Putting the red pen back into his pocket, he glanced at Rep and then looked back down to inspect his shirt. "Yeah, but points don't usually work when one person is letting other people make him feel like s**t when he shouldn't and the other group gets their panties in a twist when someone speaks up against them when it's not anything other than to cheer them on." He really wanted to pull that trigger. He had a nice, clean slate and he knew plenty of people who sent enough hunters to the Infirmary to know what he could get away with. A mace to the back of the head might hurt him, but it wouldn't kill him. He knew that now.

Melvin pressed his shirt down, frowning at the wrinkles. "Should have just pulled that trigger."

Sighing, he glanced over. "What is up with your ear?"