Aksel picked up the business card that Melanie slid over. He muttered a thank you, but said how he'll come to pick up the ring himself. He'd much prefer it like that. Although owning a couple of places around the city and alike, he'd rather not give out his address for something as simple as a ring. It was a thing he personally needed, so he's gonna pick it up. He stuffed the buisness card into the pocket of his dungarees anyway, before giving a side-glance to the security guy. Lykke had released a low growl and he noticed that the dog seemed uncomfortable and on edge. Something was up. He had a blade with himself, but he'd much rather not use it. If he did, there's no doubt he'll get his clothes dirty and he didn't really feel like going back home to change. So, for now, he opted for playing dumb and acting like he hadn't noticed anything different.
"Takk. Tusen takk." he nodded as he folded over the paper with the price. He tucked that into his pocket as well, before turning around to watch the security guy leave toward the door. Not the tiniest part of him thought that he was actually leaving. People were usually quite predictable with their emotions. They gave off a strong vibe and energy that was easy to pick up on. Well, easy for most people. He sometimes had trouble and didn't really have the appropriate reactions to their emotions, but Lykke was there to warn him of potentional danger if he didn't take note of it. So, when the man locked the door and told them to remain calm, he actually was calm. He looked to the dog and then fixed his gaze on the security guy - if one could even still call him that.
"And so I was correct on needing security against you." Aksel commented quietly, his tone joking more or less. "Well, anyway," he freely reached for his sheated blade. He pulled out the hunting dagger, holding it close to himself for now. As he already established with himself, he'd rather not use it if he didn't have to. It was a last resort. Well, he didn't think they were in actual danger here. The dog now stood directly in front of her owner with bared teeth as she occasionally let out a viscous bark as a warning.
Aksel glanced out the store window. It was broad daylight outside. If there was any commotion, someone would notice and call the police. And that was the last thing he needed. He didn't feel like sitting here, talking to the police and giving his side of the report on what happened.
He didn't think this would go far. The worker didn't strike him as a helpless person, even though it seemed like a front she was selling everyone. From the way she had assessed his dog and probably tried to do so further with the tennis ball, there was more there than she was showing. It was none of his worries if she had different personalities she displayed. He would be the biggest hypocrite if he got mad over that. He had way too many personalities for different people. Each one seemed almost perfectly tailored for them.
So, that, plus him being ready to fight, seemed like a situation leveraged against Kevin. He threw a quick glance at his phone to see the time before he put it away as he didn't want to provoke Kevin further. If he didn't leave soon, he'd be late to work - or well, just late in meeting with his father. If he was late, his father would call him, if he didn't answer the call, he would immediately be tracked down to see what was happening. Something that the lad didn't appreciate much. He could take care of himself and often just went off the grid for days on end just to have peace.
"So, Big Guy, what d'you want?" Aksel spoke freely. His tone wasn't threatening or anything. He was merely calm. "If you could, please make it quick, I have places to be and if I'm not in the places I have to be at.. Well, there's just gonna be a bigger mess here than anyone wants, eh?" he had already taken a few steps away from the rings and alike, to prove that he wasn't there to take care of that. "So, do your thing and everyone can move on."
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