“Bold o’ you t’assume that I do,” John remarked drily, though he was just being a twat, truth be told. He did like to live dangerously, but didn’t necessarily believe his cock should tempt fate so flagrantly as well. He narrowed his eyes at the man who was not nervously looking for a reason not to meet his eye nor trying to find something to do with his hands despite the innocuous looking pendent we was turning over between long, dexterous fingers. “There’s a malicious spirit attached t’that,” John addressed the pertinent issue of Elliot touching his stuff without asking first. “Been tryin’ t’sort a way t’ward or exorcise it but have been unsuccessful thus far. Bloke that sold it t’me claimed prolonged contact tends t’affect one’s general disposition. Lookin’ at y’now, ‘m inclined t’believe ‘im.”
MR rolled his neck a bit with a soft pop before he perked his brow quickly. “That’s disgusting,” he huffed in amusement before giving the pendent a quick toss in the air and catching it easily in his hand. “Oh? No way. Imagine that,” he murmured as he turned his attention back down at the object in his palm without showing much sign he was going to put it down even with that ominous warning. MR knew he hadn’t been triggered because of it so not like it was actually doing anything to them, right? Maybe best to be cautious and -- respect the man’s stuff. “I’ll just put that back then,” he added with another amused huffed as he carefully returned the pendent to the shelve he’d found it on. “Nice place you’ve got here, man. Kinda creepy but I dig it.” A nod as he looked around appreciatively. “Can I bum a smoke?”
