☾ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄʟᴜʙ

@♚ ☾ ᴠᴇsʀʏɴ ᴀsʜᴇʀ Genesis wasn't at all pleased with the lack of response considering how he liked holding conversations but he kept his comments to himself for once. He could give him a sliver of credit knowing he probably didn't frequent too many places around to fully understand the dynamic, not on a surface level, so he let it go. He still didn't like the way he was being handled or how it caused his skin to itch and writhe even more than it had before. He was getting dizzy even still being there.

He tucked into the seat and looked everywhere but at, pretty much ready to give up. 'Not a fun clean up and watching bone break isn't a nice sight,' he muttered, having seen far too many fights and dismemberments he wasn't about to sit and admit to. He was pretty sure he'd be considered a witness, suspect or an accessory to murder or something of the sort. He didn't need that under his belt, too. 'I have a feeling your lying about meeting me being so grand and I'm going to be honest and say I'm in no way happy to meet you,' he sighed, shaking his head.

'Look, I don't know what weird game you're playing right now or if you're just desperate to talk to a normal person, but I don't have time for this.' Shifting to reach into the small bag, he pulled the pen out and held it across the table, slightly agitated. 'I'm not as violent as a person as you'd like to assume, you're mistaking my inability to afford food and a home on my own for being some violent criminal, which of course that's how a royal would be. However, you're going to cross the boundaries of the wrong person one day who /really/ won't care who you are.'

He shook his head. 'I don't drink. I don't even like being here so the longer you keep me the more uncomfortable I'm getting. So, can you just take the stupid pen and let me go? I kind of have to figure out where I'm sleeping tonight.'

@☾ ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs ɢʀᴀʏ Vesryn was aware of how things worked on the streets and in the underground scene. But still, it was obvious that Vesryn wasn't "from" these parts. He knew very well that he was a little too pretty and blinged out to truly belong there. He didn't appease the other with any responses or answers. It wasn't like Seonghwa had much to say back to the other man.

Once they were sat down though, Vesryn relaxed just a smidgen. Just enough to show that he wasn't completely threatening, but not enough to be unaware. "Losing a hand would be quite an interesting experience, and also not a fun clean up, I imagine," he commented. He couldn't say that he had witnessed many limbs or appendages being lost personally. He was just a tiny bit sheltered in that regard.

He brightened up though when he got an answer from the other. "Lovely to meet you, Genesis. You can call me Vez," he grinned. "I do apologise for touching you, but really, I doubt there would have been another way to do this without it getting unnecessarily violent," he said, pursing his lips. "Say, would you like a drink? It's on me."

@♚ ☾ ᴠᴇsʀʏɴ ᴀsʜᴇʀ 'Do you understand the concept of being a pick pocket or am I really going to have to stand here and explain it like I'm speaking with a toddler?' He asked blankly in response to his question, looking at the latter with an expression that was clearly asking if he was dumb. 'Considering the world I live in, those are the rules. If you can't tolerate that, I suggest you don't come to places like this.' Genesis couldn't deny he felt like he was under a microscope, like he was about to be picked apart and made to feel lower than he already did on a daily basis; he felt like prey and it made him sick to his stomach.

He knew he should have backed down, should have moved away and done what he was originally told but, would he really be him if he did that? 'Oh? So you know the look people get when they're looking back into the eyes of useless, unwanted authority? Wonderful, then you know your presence isn't wanted near me.' He wasn't exactly sure if he could keep it up; he hated who was in front of him but he still knew he'd face consequences if the latter so decided. Genesis was ready to call it quits when the other pulled away but instead, he was automatically trying to pull away from him. 'I really don't care who you are but do not touch me again unless you want to lose a hand,' he bit out, willing to put his life on the line for his boundaries, sitting down with heavy reluctance.

Being honest came with a price in most cases, so it was a heavy question and was he willing to put any trust in a supposed king? Sighing deeply in sheer annoyance, he looked away. 'Genesis.'

@☾ ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs ɢʀᴀʏ It took Vesryn to realise, but clearly this man didn't recognise him. That made it so much more fun! Vesryn squealed internally, wondering how this would go. Surely, this man didn't not know the king, right? Surely it was just the lights and the vibes which were throwing him off so much that he couldn't recognise Vesryn... right?

Vesryn shrugged, "I don't know, why would you take a pen?" he asked back. He pretended to think about it before chuckling. "Are you really pulling a finders keepers on a stranger?" he asked, grinning widely, his dark blue eyes almost glinting in the light around them. Perhaps in the wild, many millenia ago, their ancestors would kick into predator mode, chase down their prey, but it wasn't like that anymore. Occasionally Vesryn liked a little push and pull, and as the other man seemingly shrunk under his gaze, Vesryn wondered if that was the way to go with this man.

Vesryn didn't even bother answering the other's questions. They both knew that he was just trying to get a rise out of Vesryn. He leaned in and with a every so slightly menacing grin, he whispered, "I know that look." He had seen the slight shift in the other's gaze, and saw that very familiar look in the other's eyes - recognition. But he didn't wanna leave without his pen. He stood up straight again and sighed. He looked around them before gently grabbing the other's arm and bringing them to an empty table. He sat the both down and smiled. "What's your name?" he asked.

@♚ ☾ ᴠᴇsʀʏɴ ᴀsʜᴇʀ Being obvious once he was done was an awful trait to have and had he been paying attention, he probably wouldn't have come only centimeters from running into the frame blocking his path; the words caught his attention before he had a thought to sidestep. 'Excuse me?' He questioned, eyebrow raising as he eyed the new entry in his plan, glancing around to see if he'd missed something. The one thing he did take into consideration was that no one dressed in such a manner was good news.

It was automatic, the way his foot slid back and he did his best to not have his space invaded. Genesis wasn't capable of putting on the mask of a very good person when his personal space was threatened. 'And, why exactly would I take a pen?' He questioned, rolling his eyes, the attitude in his voice being nothing but a defense mechanism when it came down to it. 'Technically, once it's on my possession, it's mine, no? Kind of how the whole thing works.'

His eyes narrowed a bit, flickering over what he could see and something was telling him to drop his defense, give it back and move on but why? His memory wasn't the greatest and he only knew faxes weren't exactly his strong point; they all tended to blend together at some point, he hated everyone equally. 'Are you done trying to deduce me to nothing while staring at me? Doesn't really match the whole trying to have manners while accusing someone of stealing,' he hissed out, uncomfortable beneath the gaze and as he took another look, he fell silent. No one was walking around the club with the accessories this random man was wearing and no one was really trying to hide their existence, either.

',' he breathed, kind of hoping he was horribly wrong.

@☾ ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs ɢʀᴀʏ Vesryn walked at a relatively normal pace, his strides were just a little longer than the stranger's. He got to the exit before the other man and once he saw him, he grinned. "Going somewhere?" he asked. He blended in with a lot of the people there, staff or customer. He was in all black - black distressed sweater along with black jeans and boots. He could have been anyone, although the jewellery decorating his ears, neck and hands probably gave away his status a bit more easily.

He stepped towards the other man slowly and smiled gently. "I'd like my pen back, please," he said. If he didn't need to be aggressive, he wouldn't be. The last thing he wanted was a bad memory in this place. Shifting his weight onto one leg, he tilted his head slightly, eyeing the other's bag. "I won't even ask you to return whatever else you have in there."

If it had been just any old pen, perhaps Vesryn wouldn't have gone after this man, but it held some value in terms of memories. It wasn't worth much in terms of price. He gave the man a once over whilst he was standing there. He didn't look familiar, and he didn't scream noble - not that many nobles came out to an underground club in their free time.

@♚ ☾ ᴠᴇsʀʏɴ ᴀsʜᴇʀ The moment Genesis stepped into the club, his skin began to itch and he was overwhelmed by the noise and smell of booze; he wasn't a fan of such places or people but his ability to eat demanded it. Crowded places with those who had not a single coherent thought in their minds tended to be his favorite because at the end of the day, the last thing he wanted was to put in too much effort. Even lowlives like himself got lazy at some point and he wasn't aiming for anything too valuable, pretty much anything he could get his hands on.

A few bumps and nudges here and there, pretending to be drunk or blind got him through pretty easily, getting the occasional coins and maybe a piece of jelwery or two; a lot of people liked to live double lives, he'd learned early on. The last one, however, he nearly stumbled when he bumped into him but he didn't look back, cursing himself under his breath at being so reckless. Greedy? both, he decided.

Glancing around then down at the small bag in his hand, he called it quits before he ended up slipping or having to fight someone who wanted to cause a scene. He offered one last shake of his head and his heel to head towards the exist, hoping he could get a last minute place to stay, not really paying attention as he tried to swerve and dodge, not realizing he was a target.

@☾ ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs ɢʀᴀʏ The King of Damunides at a nightclub? Not the most uncommon sight, at least, it isn't at this club. Vesryn frequented this club in particular because it was close enough to his home, and the drinks were great. It wasn't like most of the people inside the club were sober anyway. If they thought they saw the king, they'd more likely chalk it up to the booze getting to their heads rather than actually believing their eyes.

Nonetheless, Vesryn did tend to stick to the shadows more often than not. He stood around to people-watch, but also enjoy the vibes of the club in general. He didn't like to fully switch off, just to be safe, but he liked spending a few hours there, vibing out.

Vesryn raised a brow when someone bumped into him. It happened all the time... though something felt amiss this time. His eyes followed the stranger as his hand felt his pockets. He scoffed under his breath and went around another way to intercept the other man.