There is a cute little moth sitting on Hakuba’s desk. It’s just watching him with the curious of expressions before raising one of its tiny little legs up as if waving.
“Well hullo there… you seem to be a curious little thing, aren’t you?” Hakuba wasn’t sure that he’d ever seen a moth like that before, and quickly pulled out his iphone to snap a photo and begin searching for any like creatures.
“Is there a particular reason for you to be perched on my desk, or did you just get lost in here?”
“….."
Enzio just looks away, eyes averted from the other. He had been invited out, of all things, by the detective much to his surprise. Apparently rumors had spread from the online media about some shady things that have been happening within the Government and as Enzio had made it clear he worked for them in a higher position naturally he was certain he would ask him about this sort of thing.
They had chosen to meet at an upscale restaurant and when he looks up at the lighting hanging from the ceiling above their table stared at the mistletoe.
"….."
He leans over and places a quick chaste kiss to his cheek and is surprised by the brief glimpse he got of the other’s thoughts before he pulls back. He’s going to order them a bottle of wine. Saphir is going to need to work on this stupid ability that seemed to be more acute since his awakening.
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“Tsk tsk, kitty, that’s no way to treat me. I’ll get some kibble for you, then… something balanced and healthy for you to nibble on while you’re being so moody. Perhaps a catnip toy, too?”
“Why are all of the criminals somehow cat-related? Tell me, Saphir, do you require additional taurine in your diet now?”
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The elegant looking goth gives him a charming smile repeating what she had said. His look was prescious!
“…And your name is…?”
Thanks to the magic of google, Hakuba now has a disturbing translation on his phone. He turns to the girl, brows knit, cheeks flushed. “Ahh… pardon?”
“Ah, Saphir…”
BOLD YOUR CHOICES
Affectionate;
Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection
Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex
Dates;
Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates
Would my character…
Marry them? Yes | No
Have sex on the first date? Yes | No
Confess their attraction first? Yes | No
Have children/adopt? Yes | No
Die for your character? Yes | No
Cheat on your character? Yes | No
Lie to them? Yes | No
Cuddle after sex? Yes | No
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[[that icon is entirely to attractive. its okay i’ve been spotty with that, Shhh we love you too and merry christmas bby]]
((He appreciates that~ and I’ll start a thread with that note you sent me, or pester you over skype… aha <3 <3 <3 Thank you. 🙂 ))
“More than you could experience, you’d crumble.” He says evenly, yanking on his captive wrist and causing the detective to fly forward into his arms. “I don’t know if your body would have handled the stress of living on that god forsaken dead planet. "
He whispers into his ear, doing his damnedest to keep cool even though the other’s blood was staining him and okay so maybe he was getting turned on by this whole ordeal.
Alarmed. That was a good word for it. Hakuba found himself all together far too close to the violent man for his tastes. Perhaps. Two things catch him – first, the talk of another planet (he really was insane, wasn’t he?), second, the breath on his ear. A signal of interest. Hakuba grit his teeth. attempting to pull his thoughts back on track.
He allowed himself to stay close, eyes narrowing at both the body heat of the other and his own blood continuing to spread through the cloth. ”‘Dead planet?’“ Hakuba repeated, voice skeptical. "What are you talking about?”
Saphir struggles more before being pinned with that glare. Those blue eyes…oh hi he is sorta weak against them. “If you even went through half of what I experienced…”But wow hey he likes this challenge. There is a small smirk. “I’ll let you judge that…detective.” He purrs
It’s distracting; that purr, that hint of folding. The detective didn’t let up, pulling himself from the desk to get his feet back onto solid ground. He needed his bearings. “And just what have you experienced? What is it that’s made you so hostile?"
The pain in his shoulder only drives him to keep a strong hold, a little more aware of the danger, far too aware of his own vulnerabilities.
