Gin let out another breath, but this one was of relief. He once again glances down to his clawed nails, frowning once again. But he only had the claws on one hand, thankfully. But instead of worrying about such a thing now, he quickly turns his attentions to Effy. He had heard that whimper loud and clear, and while he wanted to comfort her right away, he had one thing to do first. Gin, unlike everyone else, did not carry a phone. While it would make his life 600% easier, he didn't want people to have the leisure of contacting him when he didn't want them too. But the people who desperately needed to get a hold of him knew how to find him, and those who he liked? They didn't have to worry about looking for him, he was always around, and Effy was a good case to show for this.
"Effy? Hey, its alright now, he is gone." Gin murmured, wiping his hand on his faded and torn jeans before quickly walking over towards her with his arms open for a comforting hug. "I need to borrow your phone, we need to call Sam and I gotta' call someone else after we talk to him." He is silent for a few moments. "I really don't want you doing this showing tonight now, from how Casey was sounding he was in serious shit... it really seems someone wanted a ticket that couldn't get one." Already Gin's mind was starting to weave out his next course of action, which he was already starting to regret, knowing he would end up calling Micael after he spoke with Samual.
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Gin was suddenly very glad Effy was there, as much as he didn't want her in the line of danger, she was probably the only thing keeping Casey alive at the moment. With the threat of a gun, reluctantly Gin released his grip on the mans wrist, his nails coated in fresh blood. He lightly shakes the hand and glances at his blood coated nails in utter disgust, a very rare thing to be seen from him. If he managed to get another hold on Casey, if ever, it wouldn't be mere scratches left on his corpse. He didn't hold up his hands in fear or defense, he merely keeps his gaze sternly on Casey as the gun was placed to his forehead. Again, Gin just really wanted to laugh. He had dealt with magic that was much more dangerous than this thing Casey considered dangerous.
But, Gin wouldn't complain that he now had the gun pointed at him. He'd actually rather have it only pointed in his direction, not towards Effy. He slowly exhales a rough, angry seeming breath before he speaks. "You really think there would be a show tonight if you shot me in the head, in front of her?" The end of his words sounded more like an unintentional growl. Slowly though he was moving his hands around to his back pocket, to get his wallet and the ticket. "I am getting the ticket, you can put your damned toy away."
It was one of the reasons now why Gin could see others might hate humans. There were the ones like Casey who were nuts and on drugs, but then there were also the ones who were like Effy. And if he had to choose, Effy easily outweighed Casey's crazy. Not that they would be dealing with his crazy much longer after he had a talk with Samual and maybe Micael... No one liked talking to Micael though, he was dangerous, even more dangerous than Casey with his gun at the moment.
But, Gin wouldn't complain that he now had the gun pointed at him. He'd actually rather have it only pointed in his direction, not towards Effy. He slowly exhales a rough, angry seeming breath before he speaks. "You really think there would be a show tonight if you shot me in the head, in front of her?" The end of his words sounded more like an unintentional growl. Slowly though he was moving his hands around to his back pocket, to get his wallet and the ticket. "I am getting the ticket, you can put your damned toy away."
It was one of the reasons now why Gin could see others might hate humans. There were the ones like Casey who were nuts and on drugs, but then there were also the ones who were like Effy. And if he had to choose, Effy easily outweighed Casey's crazy. Not that they would be dealing with his crazy much longer after he had a talk with Samual and maybe Micael... No one liked talking to Micael though, he was dangerous, even more dangerous than Casey with his gun at the moment.
Interested.
Gin didn't even flinch as Casey spit his threats, he merely stood still, even as the gap between them grew smaller and smaller. Gin didn't really get impatient, not during work, not during sex, not even during a fight. It only made him want to laugh as he noted the irritation growing in the other man, but all he manages is a light shake of his head. Mostly shaking his head in disappointment, Casey really just was a 'face' now. A slightly annoying face. "Sam won't care if I tell him you came to me begging for -my- ticket. He'd probably laugh at how pathetic you are being right now, too. Because simply telling me 'A bit of trouble' is not an adequate answer nor the correct way to ask for something from me, you should know better."
Despite so desperately wanting to take a swing at Casey, he refused to budge from his place as the out-stretched hand came into reach. He wasn't afraid of this human in the slightest, if anything, he felt a tiny pang of pity for him. But then again, he was just another face among many. Quickly Gin reaches a hand out to grab onto Casey's. Not a normal kind of grab, either. Gin normally kept his nails cut back, but suddenly they were rather sharp as he promptly attempted to dig them into Casey's wrist, keeping the calm look upon his face. "On top of that, all of it in front of her too. How shameful." He murmured ruthlessly, clearly anticipating for the twitchy, shaky man to strike.
Despite so desperately wanting to take a swing at Casey, he refused to budge from his place as the out-stretched hand came into reach. He wasn't afraid of this human in the slightest, if anything, he felt a tiny pang of pity for him. But then again, he was just another face among many. Quickly Gin reaches a hand out to grab onto Casey's. Not a normal kind of grab, either. Gin normally kept his nails cut back, but suddenly they were rather sharp as he promptly attempted to dig them into Casey's wrist, keeping the calm look upon his face. "On top of that, all of it in front of her too. How shameful." He murmured ruthlessly, clearly anticipating for the twitchy, shaky man to strike.
By the time Effy had finished speaking, Gin was already to his feet and making his way to the dryer. He reached in and pulled out his warm and fresh smelling shirt, groaning happily as he slipped it on over his head quickly before moving to grab the wet cloths Effy had thrown. He tosses them into the dryer and starts it before quickly skipping over to the kitchen counter. He grins as he grabs his ticket and carefully tucks it into his wallet before stuffing it into his back pocket. He was pretty excited about leaving, now he just needed his shoes...
And there it was. He watched Casey barge in and slam the door behind himself. Gin didn't like how the apartment shook, or the horrid smell that he brought with him. A silent huff escapes Gin as he eyes Casey wearily, especially as he asked for his velvet ticket. Nearly instantly Gin wanted to clock him upside the head, Casey knew how much he valued his ticket... and he dared asked for it? Sucking in a sharp breath, Gin suddenly stands straight, lifting a hand to run it through his hair as he gives Casey an intense 'You better be kidding me' look before speaking.
"Why do you need my ticket?" Though he appeared calm enough, there was a heavy underline of aggression. Gin normally wasn't an aggressive man, but this was one of his buttons.
And there it was. He watched Casey barge in and slam the door behind himself. Gin didn't like how the apartment shook, or the horrid smell that he brought with him. A silent huff escapes Gin as he eyes Casey wearily, especially as he asked for his velvet ticket. Nearly instantly Gin wanted to clock him upside the head, Casey knew how much he valued his ticket... and he dared asked for it? Sucking in a sharp breath, Gin suddenly stands straight, lifting a hand to run it through his hair as he gives Casey an intense 'You better be kidding me' look before speaking.
"Why do you need my ticket?" Though he appeared calm enough, there was a heavy underline of aggression. Gin normally wasn't an aggressive man, but this was one of his buttons.
Gin propped himself up on an elbow while Effy got ready. He looked quite content, though probably could have grabbed a pillow instead, it looked almost painful with how he had his neck bent. He didn't seem to mind the music, in fact he seemed to be humming along with it, at a slightly slower pace. He was actually quite talented with music, he could play a few instruments, at least to some extent. Though he could not dance to save his life, but ooooh did he try. At least he tried at home, Samual had banned him from trying to dance at Noir anymore, even while shitfaced drunk. It was by far one of the oddest
The moment Effy stepped out of the bathroom his eyes opened. Slowly he would drag his gaze over her entire figure, outfit and all. He would stop his gaze at a few certain places, but eventually moved to look at her face. A grin forms onto his features as he lets out a low whistle. "If I didn't know how much shit we'd get in, I'd say you should start the show here. That outfit really suits you, but I honestly can't wait to see you take it off."
With that, Gin would lazily remove his head from his hand and let it drop onto the bed with a content sigh. "I guess this also means I have to put my shirt back on and get my shoes on now too."
The moment Effy stepped out of the bathroom his eyes opened. Slowly he would drag his gaze over her entire figure, outfit and all. He would stop his gaze at a few certain places, but eventually moved to look at her face. A grin forms onto his features as he lets out a low whistle. "If I didn't know how much shit we'd get in, I'd say you should start the show here. That outfit really suits you, but I honestly can't wait to see you take it off."
With that, Gin would lazily remove his head from his hand and let it drop onto the bed with a content sigh. "I guess this also means I have to put my shirt back on and get my shoes on now too."
Gin slowly opened his eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair, it only made the idea of staying here more appealing, especially when accompanied by such pleading blue eyes. But she was right, she couldn't miss a private showing, especially if Samual had gotten her something new to wear for it.
As she began to work her way out of her cloths, he managed to push himself half way off of the floor and promptly crawled the rest of the way onto the bed, only to sink right back down into its softness. He had turned though and was laying on his right side, part of his face hidden by the bed. "C'meeeere. I'll throw those in the dryer before we leave." He grumbles out in a slightly heavy tone, suddenly grinning and winking at her before reaching an arm over to trying and pull her over towards him.
Though he was still kind of tired, just the thought of getting a bit of cuddle time with Effy before they had to leave was enough to get him going. And considering he would be drinking enough for two soon enough, this was probably an ideal way to spend his time.
As she began to work her way out of her cloths, he managed to push himself half way off of the floor and promptly crawled the rest of the way onto the bed, only to sink right back down into its softness. He had turned though and was laying on his right side, part of his face hidden by the bed. "C'meeeere. I'll throw those in the dryer before we leave." He grumbles out in a slightly heavy tone, suddenly grinning and winking at her before reaching an arm over to trying and pull her over towards him.
Though he was still kind of tired, just the thought of getting a bit of cuddle time with Effy before they had to leave was enough to get him going. And considering he would be drinking enough for two soon enough, this was probably an ideal way to spend his time.
Gin was relatively quiet in the car, it wasn't until they arrived at Effy's apartment that he made any real noise. And that was only the sound of him kicking off his boots at the door, a simple thud-thud sound. He liked this place quite a bit and didn't want to drag his dirty rain-soaked boots onto the floor, or worse, leave something that had to be cleaned up. He doesn't waste a second taking off his glasses and tossing them carelessly onto the kitchen counter along with his wallet and a few spare things he had in his pockets. Mainly scraps of paper, a few loose coins, and what appeared to be a smashed up bottlecap.
The tired feeling he had didn't fade as he had hoped, especially now that he was here. But regardless he quickly walked over to the washer and dryer, popping open the dryer lid and peering inside. A few things remained in here, mostly shirts and the alike. Reaching in he digs around and eventually grabs the dry cloths and carefully drops them onto the top of the washer. "Efffyyy. I am going to toss my wet shirt into the dryer, just want me to run a load while I'm at it?"
Though as Gin says that, he was already stripping out of his rain-drenched shirt and tossing it into the dryer, digging into the pile of already dry cloths and thankfully finding his favorite shirt. It takes him but a moment to slide the utterly soft fabric on over his wet hair, letting out a soft sigh of relief as he glanced back towards the curtain covered bed. A bit of a frown forms onto his face as he looks down at his pants. Somehow they had managed to avoid getting drenched, mainly the very bottoms, which were already torn from being dragged under the soles of his boots.
Shrugging though, Gin slowly makes his way over towards the bed. He stops short, plopping down onto the ground, resting his head on the edge of the thing he liked to call a 'giant floor pillow'. Though it was on a small rise and it really wasn't comfortable, he was not complaining as finally a soft, tired sounding sigh escapes him. He closes his eyes before speaking. "You know, we don't have to go today. Text-in sick. Lets just stay here and drink and watch cartoons. I can even call Izzy to bring over some stuff if you want."
The tired feeling he had didn't fade as he had hoped, especially now that he was here. But regardless he quickly walked over to the washer and dryer, popping open the dryer lid and peering inside. A few things remained in here, mostly shirts and the alike. Reaching in he digs around and eventually grabs the dry cloths and carefully drops them onto the top of the washer. "Efffyyy. I am going to toss my wet shirt into the dryer, just want me to run a load while I'm at it?"
Though as Gin says that, he was already stripping out of his rain-drenched shirt and tossing it into the dryer, digging into the pile of already dry cloths and thankfully finding his favorite shirt. It takes him but a moment to slide the utterly soft fabric on over his wet hair, letting out a soft sigh of relief as he glanced back towards the curtain covered bed. A bit of a frown forms onto his face as he looks down at his pants. Somehow they had managed to avoid getting drenched, mainly the very bottoms, which were already torn from being dragged under the soles of his boots.
Shrugging though, Gin slowly makes his way over towards the bed. He stops short, plopping down onto the ground, resting his head on the edge of the thing he liked to call a 'giant floor pillow'. Though it was on a small rise and it really wasn't comfortable, he was not complaining as finally a soft, tired sounding sigh escapes him. He closes his eyes before speaking. "You know, we don't have to go today. Text-in sick. Lets just stay here and drink and watch cartoons. I can even call Izzy to bring over some stuff if you want."
As Effy stood up, Gin quickly went about shoving his glasses on and following her to the door. He simply shoved his wallet into his pants pocket, stopping a bit short as she too stopped. He was quiet for a few moments until the sound of a shaky breath reached his ears. He would have thrown his hoodie at her, but he hadn't brought it with him today. So instead he quickly closes the space between them, promptly resting his chin on the top of her head.
"Effy?" He mumbles out worriedly, glancing through the door out at the rain. The wave of his rainy-day tiredness returned rather quickly as he did so, causing him to lean onto Effy a bit more than he had intended. The sudden urge to curl into a ball and snuggle into something warm was so very appealing, but he knew once they got going that it would vanish, especially once they got to Noir. Something about that place, despite the weather, was always revitalizing. But if Gin had to guess, it was something to do with the constant traffic of magical others there.
"Are you safe to drive? "
"Effy?" He mumbles out worriedly, glancing through the door out at the rain. The wave of his rainy-day tiredness returned rather quickly as he did so, causing him to lean onto Effy a bit more than he had intended. The sudden urge to curl into a ball and snuggle into something warm was so very appealing, but he knew once they got going that it would vanish, especially once they got to Noir. Something about that place, despite the weather, was always revitalizing. But if Gin had to guess, it was something to do with the constant traffic of magical others there.
"Are you safe to drive? "
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