#*( insane behavior

───────  ·  ·     ⨟ "See, we're meant to be. You should get over that whole blackmailing you thing."

─────── · ·   ⨟             "Oh, boo. You're no fun. I could have been your little kitten."

That's what has him dropping into a strangers lap, coiling an arm around neck before leaning in to kiss him. Pulling back only slightly to gauge response to such an abrupt and perhaps invasive introduction. But all Roman offers is a, "Hi."

˚　.˚　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　☠︎ "You know what they say about assuming..." He won't finish the saying and leaves it at that as another fire is shot off to kill someone he saw was trying to squirm away. And he steps over to their leader who was still breathing, shallowly but breathing. And he crouches over form, blade is pulled from his pocket and brought along the man's face. "I'm going to have to take this." There's some wheezed objection but that doesn't stop him from carrying on with peeling the man's face off until there's no fight left. Just a corpse as he holds skin of face up before just plopping it down on the ground next to him. Hand's clapped as he stands up to look towards Kilgrave. "They're dead now... You wanna to get some lunch?"