Dante met Dominic’s intense gaze with an air of casual confidence, enjoying the unspoken tension that hung between them. He allowed a lazy smile to spread across his face, as if the encounter was nothing more than a minor interruption to his day.
“Appreciate it,” Dante replied, the smile had shifted into a nonchalant grin. “Skill, talent, or a touch of something more,” Dante mused, his voice taking on a deeper, more mysterious tone. “It’s all in the eye of the beholder, isn’t it?”
Dante inched closer, a slow and deliberate approach that felt more like a dance than a mere step. His gaze, now intense, locked onto Dominic’s eyes, and a subtle challenge simmered beneath his carefree exterior. The flour in Dominic’s hand, a potential weapon, lingered in the air as an unspoken threat, but Dante’s grin remained, seemingly unfazed by the tension.
“But I’ve got to say, your observation skills are pretty sharp. Not everyone catches the disappearing act. Most people just think I’m a really fast jumper,” Dante remarked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Seeing things others don’t, it’s a rare gift,” Dante continued, his words laced with a hint of amusement. “But you’re not the only one with sharp eyes around here.”
The atmosphere tightened as Dante leaned in slightly, his gaze unwavering. “You’re right about one thing, though. It’s not an everyday thing to witness someone like me. And trust me, you’ve only scratched the surface.” Dante flashed another charismatic grin, then added in a more conspiratorial tone, “Just remember to keep it on the down-low. Magic, you know? Don’t want the secret getting out.”
@idiot.exe - Dominic