[ When the other speaks, Mondo tenses, unable to give a response immediately. He remains there in silence, widened eyes locked on the other, even if it's almost like his attention isn't there. He's looking but not looking, you know?

It's not until he gets the pat on the shoulder that he returns back to the Earth, flinching and grasping the boy's wrist ー this time firm and without jitters ー scowling like a vicious tiger. ]

Keep yer hands off. [ He warns, voice quite but seething in anger. ] Fuck. [ 'Mumbles' spill out of his mouth then. 'Mumbles', because they're entirely audible. ] 'course Fujisaki's not here. There's now way that could happen... Fujisaki's-- [ He cuts himself short then, looking at the guy again. How did he mistake this guy for Fujisaki? Ridiculous. They're nothing alike. ] Oi. Tell me what's goin' on here. [ Yeah uh nothing happened just a few seconds ago, nope. He totally didn't lose all his shit for a couple of moments there, he's got all those crap together. Totally. ] Now. [ Not good, he's now just lashing out, attempting to twist the wrist in his hand. ]