Even though Seishu has no real interest in him “that way” at the moment, he can not ignore the helplessly flustered male beneath his fingers. The primal part of his mind, the one that draws his emotions out into the open in the form of animalistic tendencies, lights his body on fire at the sight.[i]'He can't even speak properly, it's no longer adorable, it's arousing'[/i] A very quiet purr starts up in his chest, but the layer of positive energy unconsciously building around the Dream Guardian keeps him at bay. [i]'He prolly doesn't even notice how this is affecting him. I can feel it though. I can feel that racing heart. I can hear the low pulse of energy. . . .'[/i] Then the moment shifts. Enasi pushes him back ever so slightly, the warmth of his hand not lost on the other guardian, and tells him to focus on healing. 

Feeling the ache of his shoulder from partially supporting his weight during his little adventure in teasing his counterpart Seishu concedes the moment, but not before one last tease. Leaning back he runs his fingers along the back of the hand on his chest, taking it gently into his own. He drags it up softly, his thumb on the palm and fingers along the back so the hand is facing him. Bringing it to face level he pulls it close to his lips and gives those bent fingers a soft kiss, Still with the hand held in place he murmur, “Yes sir. . .” his breath going out across the already stimulated flesh. His tongue darts out, licking the tip of Enasi's middle finger before releasing the appendage and turning away down the hall without another sound. He doesn't even look back as he shuffles carefully along.

Pressing his fingers to the wall to keep himself steady he seeks out the nearest victim and slides out of sight through a solid wall. Once out of earshot he can not hold back a giggle. The sound sends harsh chills through the room's occupant, eliciting a small whimper. [i]'Oh, that was fun. He was so responsive! I have never met one so unwilling to acknowledge it though! I thought he was going to explode rather than let himself actually [b]feel[/b] anything'[/i] He wanders dreamily over to the elderly woman, sliding in with ease. The nightmare forms naturally about him, her having only one real fear in her old age. The nightmare interrupts his thoughts, drawing his attention to the terrified woman as she experiences something he understand very well. She walks from room to room, calling out for somebody, anybody. The names of her children and grand children fall from her lips over and over, tears streaker her face. 

The suddenly the scene shifts, she is in a hospital bed, and there is no one around her. She is dying. She is dying and no one has come to her side in her final moments. She has driven them all away, and even though she wants so badly to make up with them her waking pride does not allow her to call out as this nightmare has shown she wants so badly to do. Seishu sees it, the thread, the thing all of his minions keep coming back for. [i]'The thread which will unzip her fear. The final spark which will allow her to leave this nightmare forever'[/i] Moving in close his form changes. Being alone in one's dreams is bad enough,l Seishu knows this very well, so it is time to take that away for someone who can not do it on their own. His clothes change, a long ark hooded robe wrapping around him like smoke until it settles into a more solid fabric. The bottom still lashes about, as if caught in a high wind. The woman turns her head to look upon him, his face changed into that of a skeleton with glowing eyes, bits of dried flesh stretched across one cheek making his appearance rather gruesome. 

She screams as his hands come up. With a puff of black smoke an almost comically large scythe appears in his grasp and in a smooth arc he swings. She screams the terror unknown to all but those who have ever seen death as his swing cuts strait along the thread, tearing her from her nightmare in a violent flash. Seishu is once more thrown from the human's mind, this time slamming so hard into the wall that his wounds flare up. However the energy of her mortal fear is more than enough for him to keep his emotions in check. He looks up to see her sobbing, he hand grasping for something on her nightstand. He moves in closer and as he spots the hand set he smiles. Reaching out he pushes the phone closer to her grasping wrinkled fingers and waits until she's dialed and someone picks up on the other end before moving towards the hall once more.

“Deric? Yes, it's me, M-mom. Yes, I know it's late, I'm sorry. . .I'm. . .I-I'm so so sorry. . .”

A smile still on his lips Seishu moves on to the next person in need of a good nightmare. He works the apartment for another hour, feeding on enough energy to keep his nerves calm and his spirits high. That success with the old woman keeps the smile firmly in place while he wanders the halls alone. He can feel Enasi somewhere nearby, but he never actually sees the man during the rest of his excursion. [i]'Not surprising. Even with all the dreams going on around here, this apartment is building up a decent amount of negative energy. . . Not to mention what happened last we met in these halls, heh'[/i] He hums softly to himself, letting his gaze wander around for a bit. [i]'My dream thing self. . .We need a name for that world. . . .Is going to have a blast, I can just feel it. If I'm this way in the waking world, he's got to be ready to start acting on his own wants'[/i] Letting his thoughts trail off Seishu calls out for Enasi. “Oi, flufflord, it's almost sun up, it's time to go!” He's still clad in his "Death" garb, but the thick material has been replaced with very thin almost see through silk and the hood is down revealing his hair let loose in all it's glory. He normally doesn't braid his hair outside battle, so he'd loosed it at some point to feel more comfortable.