Gentleman
If there was one thing that the moyashi was most definitely not, it was a gentleman. His acting was damn good, Kanda would give him that much, but there wasn't an innocent angelic bone in his scrawny white-haired body.
Watching him charm the innkeeper into having the meal delivered to their room he seemed perfectly sweet and gracious.
There was nothing, sweet, innocent, angelic or gracious about the way Allen had sent the finder out of the compartment on the train, pushed Kanda backwards into the seat and dropped to his knees earlier.
Kanda shivered a bit just thinking about it.
"Kanda," called Allen breaking him out of his thoughts, "There's only one room free for the night so we have to share, okay?"
The glint in the moyashi's eyes was just plain evil. Full of heat and promise. Kanda almost blushed. Almost.
"Che. Whatever."
Fucking tease.
Still, he couldn't deny that he was more than glad that Allen Walker was no gentleman.
Song: Bitch – Meredith Brooks