His lips twist in a scowl as he watches you. Mondo sees that spray paint you're holding, you're not slick. Your gangs have been at odds for years, so vandalizing his home ground isn't new for you. You never seem to let up, but neither does he. He kinda likes that.

Mondo's threats don't seem to affect you though. "Aye, you're on Crazy Diamonds territory!" the ginger barks, fumbling his words near you. Not like that's threatening anyways. "This is our fuckin' turf, remember that?" He slumps over his motorcycle, his elbows resting on the handlebars. His heart always flutters near you, but he doesn't know why this happens.

Well that's a blatant lie, Mondo does know why. It shouldn't be this way; you're a pain in his ass, but he goes all shit-for-brains when you're around. You're his weakness.