The negative energy tumbles through Harper, the hurt of being left behind clashing with his worry for his lord. Seishu licks his lips a little at the delectable suffering, even as he feels slightly bad for the general. He does not delight in the pain being felt by the rabbit man, however negativity from such a near pure source, as he has discovered with feeding off of Enasi, is far too tempting for the Nightmare Guardian not to respond to. He settles in, his chest warming as Harper concedes and an uncomfortable silence permeates the room. If he were any other than what he is, he would feel uncomfortable as well, and perhaps even a bit responsible. However, being who and what he is, he can not help but be content with the feelings now lashing around the room.
Inui too, feels a little different from those around him. This being his first real lasting taste of negative energy, he shivers as it causes his insides to chill a bit. The chill is not unpleasant, but it is to unfamiliar to be as comforting as it should be. Seishu notices him absorbing some of the negativity and ruffles his hair, drawing it away from him. 'He should not take that in yet. If he gets too much, he'll start producing it and accidentally start hurting the dream denizens' Inui lets out a sigh as the pressure lifts off of him and cuddles down a little closer to Seishu. He shifts a little to the side as Crios begins examining Seishu's shoulder, the guardian huffing a little at being moved. Shaking his head the doctor lets him go and decides to examine him the way Kaila had taught him instead and relaxing he concentrates on the task until Rue speaks.
Finn hands his sister the device for finding the Nightmare Minion and she gives him a little hug before racing out the door. The silence falls once more, but this time it's Seishu who breaks it first. Inui moves as the guardian rolls over on to his back. 'Now's a good a time as any' His head still in Enasi's lap he shifts around until he's laying sideways on the bed. Rasha objects slightly, scooting up to press up in between Seishu's shoulder and Enasi's leg with a whine. Inui crawls over into the now mostly empty space and Rue follows suit, the two of them curling together with a giggle. Turning his head a bit so he can see Harper clearly Seishu smiles softly. “Hey, Hops, gimme kiss.” The room freezes, all eyes going wide.
However, Harper hesitates for only a moment, his eyes falling to half closed as he makes his way over to the bed. Standing on the side opposite the little ones and most of Seishu's body, Harper doesn't even spare Enasi a glance as he bends down. Seishu reaches up, placing a hand over Harper's aching heart and as his open mouth comes in close he channels his energy carefully. Their lips don't actually meet as they “kiss”, instead a stream of black smoke trails out from between Harper's white furry lips and slithers down into Seishu's mouth. Finn finds it a little gross, after the initial shock wears off, Inui and Rue hide their faces, blushing lightly, Rasha suppresses a giggle, and Crios watches the whole display with mild fascination.
Seishu enjoys the feeling drinking down the torrent of energy created by his conflicting emotions and when at last he's drawn it all out he relaxes back against Enasi's lap with a contented sigh. Harper pulls back, looking a lot calmer and he even manages to smile at his lord before smacking Seishu on the forehead. While the guardian pouts at being hit Harper chides him. “Thanks, but you could have phrased that better. I thought Finn was going to have a heart attack.”
Seishu sticks out his tongue. “He deserves it.” The little ones pop out from their hiding positions and giggle along with Rasha at Harper's teasing. The mood in the room has lightened considerably. Crios can not help but wonder if Seishu would be willing to take out some of his own pain, but decides to wait a bit to ask.
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Dorian chuckles as James tries to defend himself, motioning once more for the young man to come lay with him. As the boy cuddles in close the elder lets out a sigh and hums softly. His hand comes down to settle on James's side once he stills and for a short time he just lay there comfortably. Well, as comfortable as one can be on a filthy cave floor strewn with small stones and the occasional dead leaf. 'He is right, it is quite dirty in here. I shall have to beat my clothes off quite firmly to get this crud off' He sighs and looks to the young one pressed up against him.
“Hmm, what should we talk about. . . .” Dorian can think of a whole slue of questions the young man is unable to answer at the moment, and though he does love to hear himself talk, the elder does not feel like yous preaching at James at the moment. So instead he smiles fondly down as the boy, rubbing his back gently, his other hand sliding around to rest under his head. “What would you like to talk about Little One? Any questions? Thoughts you would like to discuss?” He looks up at the young one with an open smile and warm eyes.
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Outside the cave the wahru relax, hearing the boy move back into the depths of the cave. The leader pads over to check on the horse and lets out a small noise to back a few of his pack off. The horse, which had been acting a little skittish having had wolves around it all day without his owner around, relaxes a bit and begins munch on grass as it waits for the sun to fall from the sky. Toplin, as the lead wolf is called, wanders off once more past the cave, pausing to shake out his mane of thick fur as he scents his current master. Though under orders of another to serve Dorian, once under Dorian's care, his loyalty transferred over to him and him alone. Off in the woods he can hear a few from his pack bringing down a meal, and as per his right, he saunters off to take his share.
“Hmm, what should we talk about. . . .” Dorian can think of a whole slue of questions the young man is unable to answer at the moment, and though he does love to hear himself talk, the elder does not feel like yous preaching at James at the moment. So instead he smiles fondly down as the boy, rubbing his back gently, his other hand sliding around to rest under his head. “What would you like to talk about Little One? Any questions? Thoughts you would like to discuss?” He looks up at the young one with an open smile and warm eyes.
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Outside the cave the wahru relax, hearing the boy move back into the depths of the cave. The leader pads over to check on the horse and lets out a small noise to back a few of his pack off. The horse, which had been acting a little skittish having had wolves around it all day without his owner around, relaxes a bit and begins munch on grass as it waits for the sun to fall from the sky. Toplin, as the lead wolf is called, wanders off once more past the cave, pausing to shake out his mane of thick fur as he scents his current master. Though under orders of another to serve Dorian, once under Dorian's care, his loyalty transferred over to him and him alone. Off in the woods he can hear a few from his pack bringing down a meal, and as per his right, he saunters off to take his share.
. . . . . . .I vaguely remember us talking about this before, and us agreeing that the decision through blood lust, that mindless acceptance, would be all the acceptance the potions needs, and that you would have that happen in, like, 2 more days. He doesn't have to conciously "Mean it" as long as he makes the decision to take it subconsciously due to blood lust. . . I distinctly remember that conversation. . . . .
Having himself a great time, Tatsuki plays like he hasn't played in. . . .Well, forever. His live as a human is so long ago, and after becoming a shinigami, the only playing he did was the occasional romp with child targets. But those play sessions were always tinged with sadness, knowing in the end, the child was having the last bit of fun they would ever have. He doesn't think about that now however, his focus on the young man in front of him. The young man who's also not had fun like this in quite some time. 'His duties keep him so busy. I think he should hire someone, let him relax a bit, or at least lessen the load so he doesn't work himself into an early grave'
That last thought makes the shinigami shudder and pause, earning him another face full of hot water. He shakes off the depressing thought and goes back to playing with a little growl. Eventually his companion tires and Tatsuki ceases his attack. He watches with a small smile, panting lightly from the vigorous activity, as Shigetoshi pulls himself out of the water and covers himself up. The moon on his bare flesh as he walks across the warm stone surrounding the spring seems to glow slightly and Tatsuki watches without shame. He admires the young man, in his own way, but is sure to look up into his face when he is addressed.
When asked if he needs a towel Tatsuki has a fun, but risky idea. With a warm smile he shakes his head, the heat from the spring possibly coloring his decision making. “I wanna show you a magic trick Shigetoshi-kun.” Without another word he climbs out of the water, several paces away from the younger male. Turning to face the young innkeeper he smiles a little wider. “Close your eyes, and count to five. I promise, this will be entertaining.” As soon as he's sure the human has his eyes closed Tatsuki opens a rip and steps into it, closing it swiftly. He lets out a sigh, knowing he just did something risky, but as he steps back into his own room and lays down he brushes his worry off and settles in for a good night's sleep.
That last thought makes the shinigami shudder and pause, earning him another face full of hot water. He shakes off the depressing thought and goes back to playing with a little growl. Eventually his companion tires and Tatsuki ceases his attack. He watches with a small smile, panting lightly from the vigorous activity, as Shigetoshi pulls himself out of the water and covers himself up. The moon on his bare flesh as he walks across the warm stone surrounding the spring seems to glow slightly and Tatsuki watches without shame. He admires the young man, in his own way, but is sure to look up into his face when he is addressed.
When asked if he needs a towel Tatsuki has a fun, but risky idea. With a warm smile he shakes his head, the heat from the spring possibly coloring his decision making. “I wanna show you a magic trick Shigetoshi-kun.” Without another word he climbs out of the water, several paces away from the younger male. Turning to face the young innkeeper he smiles a little wider. “Close your eyes, and count to five. I promise, this will be entertaining.” As soon as he's sure the human has his eyes closed Tatsuki opens a rip and steps into it, closing it swiftly. He lets out a sigh, knowing he just did something risky, but as he steps back into his own room and lays down he brushes his worry off and settles in for a good night's sleep.
That would add some fun little elements after the plan is executed. No matter what you choose at the vital point :P *Teases* But, yeah, if you want some things to spill over, go for it. However check with me, just so we can figure out if the natures you are taking from Alexi are accurate :P
The chains can retract all the way to the wall, essentially pinning Erik in place, so Joseph's job will basically be to sit on Erik and hold his head still. If Erik is actually at the right point to administer the potion, his blood lust would open his mouth automatically I'd think.
The chains can retract all the way to the wall, essentially pinning Erik in place, so Joseph's job will basically be to sit on Erik and hold his head still. If Erik is actually at the right point to administer the potion, his blood lust would open his mouth automatically I'd think.
Watching with a smile as Aoba does what's asked of him without question, Kuro eventually huffs slightly and wanders off to the wood pile along the side of the house, just around the corner from the tub and his precious angel. As he loads up his arms he can feel Dani getting closer and closer, but he remains calm, still not sensing anything inherently hostile. Just that usual selfish curiosity that Dani tends to have when he finds something new and interesting. 'I bet he's beyond confused at this point. I mean, he's always known I'm different, but being so peaceable with an angel? Sure, he's a fallen one, but I've killed a few angels before, when they were trying to kill me. I bet he just wants Little Mouse because it's. . . .He's mine'
Kuro shakes his head, realizing that a bit of his possessive demonic nature is beginning to color his thoughts. His head snaps around as he hears Aoba's hear rate jump, but a quick peek around the corner reveals nothing but a little rabbit. Knowing that this will most likely provide him with a good distraction for Dani he scoots back over to the wood pile and stacks a few more logs on to his left arm. 'I have the feeling I should leave one hand free. I can make more than one trip' As he comes back around the corner the black haired demon rolls his eyes as a rabbit scream comes from the bushes. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Aoba panicking once again and with a sigh Kuro pulls off one of the hunks of firewood and whips it through the foliage like a small wooden missile.
Dani is half way through the rabbit, his sharp little fangs slicing easily through it's flesh and small bones, when the wood projectile hits him square in the temple. He lets out a yelp and stands up quickly. However a second block of wood takes him in the forehead and he blacks out, falling softly into the tall grass. Kuro sets down the pile of wood an looks over to Aoba. “Little Mouse, this is my older brother, Dani, second youngest of Satan's line.” He speaks as if making a normal introduction. Without another word however he walks over to the unconscious demon and scoops him up. 'My luck, his wings were out when he conked out'
Bringing him over to the tub aria he dump his body unceremoniously face down on the ground and kneels at his side. “Stay back for a sec luv, I need to leash him real quick.” Calling out his energy he makes sure the angel is standing back before he wraps a band of his own energy around the base of Dani's wings. 'Should he try and retract them, or should I feel like it, this will cut them right off. I know how much he loves his wings, and re-growing them would take years. He won't risk it for a bit of potential fun at some point in the future' Curing the end of the “leash” around his right index finger Kuro finishes his work then stands. Wandering over to Aoba he touches his shoulder gently. “He may be around for a while, but don't worry, he's harmless for now. Until he finds someone who can get his leash off without me noticing.”
Kuro shakes his head, realizing that a bit of his possessive demonic nature is beginning to color his thoughts. His head snaps around as he hears Aoba's hear rate jump, but a quick peek around the corner reveals nothing but a little rabbit. Knowing that this will most likely provide him with a good distraction for Dani he scoots back over to the wood pile and stacks a few more logs on to his left arm. 'I have the feeling I should leave one hand free. I can make more than one trip' As he comes back around the corner the black haired demon rolls his eyes as a rabbit scream comes from the bushes. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Aoba panicking once again and with a sigh Kuro pulls off one of the hunks of firewood and whips it through the foliage like a small wooden missile.
Dani is half way through the rabbit, his sharp little fangs slicing easily through it's flesh and small bones, when the wood projectile hits him square in the temple. He lets out a yelp and stands up quickly. However a second block of wood takes him in the forehead and he blacks out, falling softly into the tall grass. Kuro sets down the pile of wood an looks over to Aoba. “Little Mouse, this is my older brother, Dani, second youngest of Satan's line.” He speaks as if making a normal introduction. Without another word however he walks over to the unconscious demon and scoops him up. 'My luck, his wings were out when he conked out'
Bringing him over to the tub aria he dump his body unceremoniously face down on the ground and kneels at his side. “Stay back for a sec luv, I need to leash him real quick.” Calling out his energy he makes sure the angel is standing back before he wraps a band of his own energy around the base of Dani's wings. 'Should he try and retract them, or should I feel like it, this will cut them right off. I know how much he loves his wings, and re-growing them would take years. He won't risk it for a bit of potential fun at some point in the future' Curing the end of the “leash” around his right index finger Kuro finishes his work then stands. Wandering over to Aoba he touches his shoulder gently. “He may be around for a while, but don't worry, he's harmless for now. Until he finds someone who can get his leash off without me noticing.”
Seishu's fangs remain bared even with Enasi's calming hand on his cheek. 'Respectfully questions your orders is one thing, but calling you guardian a fool is unacceptable' His growl doesn't entirely dissipate and Inui Eyes him a little warily. Rasha scoots away a bit, but Rue responds by simply reaching out to touch the angry guardian’s hand gently. As Enasi addresses his minions Seishu looks to the little ones. The worry and upset on their faces bring his growling slowly to a stop, but he can not help his lips twitching back into a fierce look when he glances back at the insubordinate plant sibling. 'Enasi deals with these things his own way. . . .And he's the nice one, so flaying is out of the question. . . He could at lest raise his voice a bit. . .'
Crios watches as the anger boils just beneath the surface, and for a little while he is confused. 'The pain meds are suppose to help his irrational anger. Perhaps the dose it too small. . .' Then he pauses his thinking as he notices Seishu calming down, only riling back up when he looks to Finn. Then with a slow not do himself, he figures it out. 'It's not an irrational anger, not by his standards at least. Having Finn talk back like that. . . .From what I've seen, would be the equivalent of announcing a revolution in the Nightmare Realm' Crios lower his head, shaking it softly, his tail slowly swaying back and forth to match. His head come up however when Harper walks in. He bites his lip, hoping that the rabbit man will not trigger Seishu's anger, pushing it further to the surface.
The horizontal Guardian watches the beast man's face closely as Enasi delivers his order, positive that his counterpart's right hand will raise some sort of objection. 'At least he knows how t pose such things, unlike that little upstart back there'
Harper feels a shock run through his system at Enasi's words. His mouth opens to voice an objection, but his lord's tone sinks in, causing him to close his mouth slowly. So many things that could go wrong with their lord entering the Nightmare Realm at this juncture race through the dream's head and he has to take a few long breaths to keep from talking back to his beloved lord. Once he feels calm enough however he looks into Enasi's eyes and respectfully bows his head ever so slightly. “As my lord wishes.” He bites his lip, trying to fight the urge to keep speaking, but his protective nature wins over and he continues. “If you would permit, I would like to join you. I have been here long enough to be strong enough to withstand the nature of the Nightmare Realm. I know. . . .I know those still loyal to Night will follow his order to keep you safe without fail, but I. . .I would be remiss in my duties if I did not even request to defend you, as I always have.”
Crios can almost feel the waves of defeat already rolling off of Harper. 'He knows there is almost no chance of going with. This must be hell for him. Knowing Enasi intends to head into the proverbial dragon's cave and intends to leave him behind in relative safety' The doctor's stomach clenches, his station in the palace filling him with much the same feeling, and he can see touches of it reflected in the sibling's eyes.
The only ones it the room who do not look pained are the three little ones, who simply look sympathetic towards Harper. The look on Seishu's face however is unreadable. He is no longer baring his teeth, his eyes staring over at the distraught dream with an emotionless expression. 'I should have him come over here when this is all over. He's getting really tasty, and I know I can't exactly interrupt what's happening right this second, but I have the feeling he'll taste even better when this is all over. . .' So while Seishu hides his vaguely watering mouth, the room remains silent, waiting for what comes next.
Crios watches as the anger boils just beneath the surface, and for a little while he is confused. 'The pain meds are suppose to help his irrational anger. Perhaps the dose it too small. . .' Then he pauses his thinking as he notices Seishu calming down, only riling back up when he looks to Finn. Then with a slow not do himself, he figures it out. 'It's not an irrational anger, not by his standards at least. Having Finn talk back like that. . . .From what I've seen, would be the equivalent of announcing a revolution in the Nightmare Realm' Crios lower his head, shaking it softly, his tail slowly swaying back and forth to match. His head come up however when Harper walks in. He bites his lip, hoping that the rabbit man will not trigger Seishu's anger, pushing it further to the surface.
The horizontal Guardian watches the beast man's face closely as Enasi delivers his order, positive that his counterpart's right hand will raise some sort of objection. 'At least he knows how t pose such things, unlike that little upstart back there'
Harper feels a shock run through his system at Enasi's words. His mouth opens to voice an objection, but his lord's tone sinks in, causing him to close his mouth slowly. So many things that could go wrong with their lord entering the Nightmare Realm at this juncture race through the dream's head and he has to take a few long breaths to keep from talking back to his beloved lord. Once he feels calm enough however he looks into Enasi's eyes and respectfully bows his head ever so slightly. “As my lord wishes.” He bites his lip, trying to fight the urge to keep speaking, but his protective nature wins over and he continues. “If you would permit, I would like to join you. I have been here long enough to be strong enough to withstand the nature of the Nightmare Realm. I know. . . .I know those still loyal to Night will follow his order to keep you safe without fail, but I. . .I would be remiss in my duties if I did not even request to defend you, as I always have.”
Crios can almost feel the waves of defeat already rolling off of Harper. 'He knows there is almost no chance of going with. This must be hell for him. Knowing Enasi intends to head into the proverbial dragon's cave and intends to leave him behind in relative safety' The doctor's stomach clenches, his station in the palace filling him with much the same feeling, and he can see touches of it reflected in the sibling's eyes.
The only ones it the room who do not look pained are the three little ones, who simply look sympathetic towards Harper. The look on Seishu's face however is unreadable. He is no longer baring his teeth, his eyes staring over at the distraught dream with an emotionless expression. 'I should have him come over here when this is all over. He's getting really tasty, and I know I can't exactly interrupt what's happening right this second, but I have the feeling he'll taste even better when this is all over. . .' So while Seishu hides his vaguely watering mouth, the room remains silent, waiting for what comes next.
He will be sharing his memory and showing him his soul, so I don't think his habits he's developed over the years will affect Erik. Oh, and about what you said before, about Erik being stronger than Alexi, You're right. Erik is stronger than Alexi, but he's not stronger than Joseph, at least one would assume since Erik is blood deprived and most definitely, from you descriptions, older than Erik. Alexi wants to be the one to administer the potion, but that doesn't mean he won't order his head slave to help *Smile*
Viltez manages to once more finish a job for the lovely woman without her laying hands on him, and bowing low after receiving his payment the young half breed walks swiftly away as if he has something he needs to do. This is not entirely inaccurate, he does still have one thing left to do before heading home, but he does feel a little bad about practically running away from the lady. After all, her advances are flattering, however Viltez is simply too cowardly to try and get too close to anyone. Well, anyone who lives in town at least. Aryx will be leaving town, and he seems trustworthy. The fascination and near admiration the male has for his fifth appendage makes the young man sure that Aryx would never do anything to put him in danger.
However, that little part of his mind, the one that always worries, begins poking at Viltez's fear, prodding him into thinking more and more about what would happen if anybody found out about him. 'Mister Aryx is alone in town. If he should slip up. . . But, no he wouldn't. He's smarter than that. But really, what do I know about him? Why do I trust him so much. Why am I willing to. . .But what could I even do? I'm not the kind of person to threaten over something like this, and ancients know I could never harm him. . . .' A small whimper in the back of his throat draws the attention of a few woman standing outside a shop and Viltez jumps, his paranoia flashing through his mind the possibility that they know about him.
After a few minutes he makes his way to the parts store and pick up the thing he needs to deliver, the last job of his day, and has it paid towards the credit of the one he's to deliver it to. He manages to hide his panic as he makes the delivery on his way home, the lack of people staring or pointing at him relaxing him ever so slightly, and by the time he house comes into view he manages to begin breathing normally. His brows to furrow however when he feels several changes in breeze and he pauses to looking around. 'That's odd. I wonder what's up with the weather. I hope it's not a sign of one of those spiraling winds I've heard about from travelers. We've never had them here, but I don't suppose that means it's impossible for them to strike here'
With a shrug he makes his way closer to his house until he catches movement some distance away. Sliding up to his shack he peeks around the corner, something making him want to check out the situation before butting in. He smiles a little as he realizes that his guest is practicing with a bow. 'Wow, that's a hard weapon to wield according to the men in town. I know a lot of hunters use them, but I've always admired that skill. . .' As he watches he notices that Aryx isn't as good as a lot of hunters he's seen before, but the fact that he's hitting the target, and old stump, at all is enough to have him in awe.
After several minutes of just watching Viltez's faith is renewed and he once again completely believes in the man before him. He also starts to feel a little bad about watching him without announcing himself. Stepping out with a light cough he waves in greeting, a shy look on his face. “Sorry, I've been watching you. I think it's amazing that you can use that thing. I've never had a talent for it, and I'm sure all the arrows would go wide on me, heh.” Rubbing the back of his neck he looks away, still a bit ashamed of watching him without permission. His brows furrow a bit as he spots an arrow on the roof, but he shrugs it off and looks back to his guest. “Would you like. . . .to head out now?” He smiles warmly and gestures towards the woods.
However, that little part of his mind, the one that always worries, begins poking at Viltez's fear, prodding him into thinking more and more about what would happen if anybody found out about him. 'Mister Aryx is alone in town. If he should slip up. . . But, no he wouldn't. He's smarter than that. But really, what do I know about him? Why do I trust him so much. Why am I willing to. . .But what could I even do? I'm not the kind of person to threaten over something like this, and ancients know I could never harm him. . . .' A small whimper in the back of his throat draws the attention of a few woman standing outside a shop and Viltez jumps, his paranoia flashing through his mind the possibility that they know about him.
After a few minutes he makes his way to the parts store and pick up the thing he needs to deliver, the last job of his day, and has it paid towards the credit of the one he's to deliver it to. He manages to hide his panic as he makes the delivery on his way home, the lack of people staring or pointing at him relaxing him ever so slightly, and by the time he house comes into view he manages to begin breathing normally. His brows to furrow however when he feels several changes in breeze and he pauses to looking around. 'That's odd. I wonder what's up with the weather. I hope it's not a sign of one of those spiraling winds I've heard about from travelers. We've never had them here, but I don't suppose that means it's impossible for them to strike here'
With a shrug he makes his way closer to his house until he catches movement some distance away. Sliding up to his shack he peeks around the corner, something making him want to check out the situation before butting in. He smiles a little as he realizes that his guest is practicing with a bow. 'Wow, that's a hard weapon to wield according to the men in town. I know a lot of hunters use them, but I've always admired that skill. . .' As he watches he notices that Aryx isn't as good as a lot of hunters he's seen before, but the fact that he's hitting the target, and old stump, at all is enough to have him in awe.
After several minutes of just watching Viltez's faith is renewed and he once again completely believes in the man before him. He also starts to feel a little bad about watching him without announcing himself. Stepping out with a light cough he waves in greeting, a shy look on his face. “Sorry, I've been watching you. I think it's amazing that you can use that thing. I've never had a talent for it, and I'm sure all the arrows would go wide on me, heh.” Rubbing the back of his neck he looks away, still a bit ashamed of watching him without permission. His brows furrow a bit as he spots an arrow on the roof, but he shrugs it off and looks back to his guest. “Would you like. . . .to head out now?” He smiles warmly and gestures towards the woods.
Raising an eyebrow Kuro slows slightly in his consumption as he notices Aoba pause, shivering. 'Well, that is interesting. He's been being stared at all day, and it's like, suddenly, he finds it disturbing. . .Or at least that's what I'm guessing at right no, since there are no drafts in he-. . . . .Oh, wait, I don't feel Dani staring at me. . . .Now I do. . . .' Kuro rolls his eyes as his brother begins actually paying closer attention to Aoba and himself, but goes back to chowing down at full speed so they can head home soon. Aoba too seems to get over the chill of being scrutinized by his older brother and continues with him meal moments later.
Kuro relaxes back into the bench as he finishes eating, a mild smile on his lips at the feeling of food in his belly. He just sits back and relaxes, watching Aoba eat in comfortable silence for now. He perks up however when a half eaten plate of fries is pushed his way, and moments later, they too vanish into the black hole that is Kuro's stomach. When the waitress walks over, he holds up a hand to show that he too needs nothing more. She nods, laying down the bill on the table. 'Not the most chatty waitress in the world. I'll count my blessings there, as the good book says' He knows that teasing one of the good things taught by “The Good Book” is in poor taste, but with all he's be telling Aoba about it, he can't help the little jab.
Setting down enough for the bill and a two dollar tip Kuro stands, and snakes an arm out to hold Aoba gently. He can still feel the eyes of his brother on him, but as they step outside, the feeling vanishes and Kuro lets out a long sigh. 'Well good, now we don't have to walk home. There is no way I'm going to be caught with my wings out around Dani. If there is one saving grace to him being the stalker, it's that he always forgets that he has them out. It makes kicking his ass easy' Sliding his hand up he ruffles the hair on the back of Aoba's head before grabbing his hand and pulling him off to a darkness around the corner of an antiques shop. “Now to home and a nice bath.” He murmurs softly, wrapping his arms once more around the angel's waist.
The trip back to the farm is likewise short and uneventful, but as they draw close Kuro can feel eyes once more upon him. He growls lightly, but sensing no hostile intent, for the moment at least, he decides to not bring it up with his Little Mouse just yet. Instead he drops down into the back yard near the tub and begins humming softly as he lets the angel go and begins getting the bath ready. Sliding the big wooden cover he smiles at the sight of a fairly clean interior, and with a few sweeps of his hand he cleans it entirely. “Well, this should be fun. Hey, Little Mouse,” He turns to look at the angel, “there should be a pipe laying around here, most likely between the tub and the house. Could you dig it out for me? I need to grab the firewood.”
Kuro relaxes back into the bench as he finishes eating, a mild smile on his lips at the feeling of food in his belly. He just sits back and relaxes, watching Aoba eat in comfortable silence for now. He perks up however when a half eaten plate of fries is pushed his way, and moments later, they too vanish into the black hole that is Kuro's stomach. When the waitress walks over, he holds up a hand to show that he too needs nothing more. She nods, laying down the bill on the table. 'Not the most chatty waitress in the world. I'll count my blessings there, as the good book says' He knows that teasing one of the good things taught by “The Good Book” is in poor taste, but with all he's be telling Aoba about it, he can't help the little jab.
Setting down enough for the bill and a two dollar tip Kuro stands, and snakes an arm out to hold Aoba gently. He can still feel the eyes of his brother on him, but as they step outside, the feeling vanishes and Kuro lets out a long sigh. 'Well good, now we don't have to walk home. There is no way I'm going to be caught with my wings out around Dani. If there is one saving grace to him being the stalker, it's that he always forgets that he has them out. It makes kicking his ass easy' Sliding his hand up he ruffles the hair on the back of Aoba's head before grabbing his hand and pulling him off to a darkness around the corner of an antiques shop. “Now to home and a nice bath.” He murmurs softly, wrapping his arms once more around the angel's waist.
The trip back to the farm is likewise short and uneventful, but as they draw close Kuro can feel eyes once more upon him. He growls lightly, but sensing no hostile intent, for the moment at least, he decides to not bring it up with his Little Mouse just yet. Instead he drops down into the back yard near the tub and begins humming softly as he lets the angel go and begins getting the bath ready. Sliding the big wooden cover he smiles at the sight of a fairly clean interior, and with a few sweeps of his hand he cleans it entirely. “Well, this should be fun. Hey, Little Mouse,” He turns to look at the angel, “there should be a pipe laying around here, most likely between the tub and the house. Could you dig it out for me? I need to grab the firewood.”
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