Watching the Mordecai fight to get out of the literal cart of shit, seemingly just giving up because he was apparently too tired and too old to keep giving chase or something, was the most rewarding thing ever.
Lec just crouched there on the rooftop, chin resting in his hands, a lazy grin on his face as he watched the man slink off in utter humiliation, covered in feces and garbage. What a good day.
But who said it could be over just yet?
Suddenly, Lec's eyebrows shot up as his green eyes glowed brightly with a new idea--would he really let his victim get away that easily?
Absolutely not.
He shimmied his way down the rooftops, finding his way back down onto the street and darting off after the Mordecai through the throngs of people, all of whom were still very confused about what had actually just happened. He made sure to maintain a good distance back, sticking to shadows and ninja-ing his way through the streets and alleyways, wondering where exactly his (not-so) little friend was wandering off to.
He couldn't have been more overjoyed when he watched from the cover of some hedges that the Mordecai was going to no place other than his own home. Oh, oh what a score. Not only was it big and lootable, but now he knew where the fucker lived. 8)
Time to go have some fun.
He waited a few moments, watching the guard patterns, and snuck his way up to the estate with perhaps a tad too much practice; now it was just a matter of finding where the bathroom was.
He pressed himself against the exterior walls, crouching and listening under the windows, making his way along and praying a guard or an innocent servant wouldn't notice his obvious spying; and yet as he made his way under a window, he started to raise his head just enough to peek over the edge when the window panes were flung outward by a hurried maid, almost clocking him in the head. He dropped, holding his breath as he listened and heard none other than his favorite Mordecai's disgruntled grumbling, the eep of a terrified servant and a splash; some hot water droplets flew through the window and dropped onto his head.
If his grin could get any more evil, he would have made Satan shudder and hide under a bed.
He kept himself to the corner of the window, slowly raising himself to just barely peek over the edge; he was by Dylan's head, slightly behind it, on this side of the window. The man's eyes were closed, head tilted back, and for a moment Lec found himself slightly distracted; the strength and curve in the man's throat led down to a pretty collarbone that gave way to a rather handsome pair of pecs. He had strong, broad shoulders, plenty of muscles wrapped around his arms.
Okay so maybe the jerk was kind of good-looking. It was to be expected, because he was a Mordecai, a soldier, of course he had to be in shape--but also, Lec hadn't been expecting it because in his mind he'd painted the image of a pathetic loser, and yet here redhead was, what a glory for Lec's green eyes to behold.
Hm. Mixed feelings.
Suddenly he noticed the man's muscles tense and he dropped out of the window just in time for Dylan to not see him when he glared at it; he waited until he heard the sounds of water moving and splashing before he sloooowly peeked in again, with the Mordecai's attention focused somewhere else. As the man moved to sit up and actually start scrubbing some of the filth off of himself, Lec saw his chance and took it.
Carefully he placed his hands on the windowsill and silently hoisted himself up, perching on the ledge and leaning over; he blocked a good portion of the sunlight all of a sudden, but in case that didn't catch the Mordecai's attention quickly enough--
"Yknow for such an old man I really didn't expect you to be this good-looking.~" He practically purred, and the moment Dylan turned to look at him he leaned in, cupping the man's chin with a hand and brought him into a sudden kiss.
God he loved screwing around with this guy.