It was as if he’d laid out an invisible bait for the other to track, so quickly the tall man was back by his side, sneaking around him, ghastly and with almost fluid mostins as if he could vanish again every given second and yet so painfully present and pushing his presence right into Kaede’s attention.
The sudden closeness was not exactly wnated once again, but neither did it increase the already uneasy feeling the Yakuza leader had in this place, slowly exhaling a cloud of smike while his eyes kept plastred to the Loa, deeming it not clever to let him out of sight – not to mention it was almost impossible to take his gaze off him anyway. „Because I do have a pair of lungs that needs to keep functioning.“ was the calm reply, since he knew the strain put on his own body by that habit and if what the other had explained was true, that guy wasn’t exactly in need of that organ anymore anyway…
Kaede merely continued his smoke, not giving him the satisfaction of gracing the lewd allusions with an answer, just huffing as a sign that he had noticed the attempt very well. It already took all of his concentration not to flinch anyway, as the shadows by now were surrounding him, almost getting too close, though in any case forming a barely visible but very impervious wall that now kept him practically captured. So much for leaving quickly then…
He was glad they did not saunter any closer though and despite the alluring voice that tried to beckon him on, Kaede stayed just right where he was, not intending to join the circle of dancers that was still pulsating around him. Of course the whole situation kind of scared him as well, but the very first thing he and Momiji had been taught in their youth was to never let any kind of fear or weakness be seen on their faces, for people would prey on glimpses of that like vultures. That, and he really had no desire to move. „We do have drums as well… they are bigger though.“ still spoken in the same tune, but now, only for a tiny moment, it was his turn to let the illusion of a smirk ghost over his expression. Showing he was fully aware of this game, even if he felt no desire to play along with it completely.
Once more, his stubborness seemed at least to be a little bit successful, as to his surprise the topic changed yet again and he was presented with a bottle of what he could determine as a very expensive drink. Yes he was more than well aquainted with this method of numbing your mind and forgetting one’s sorrows. „That kind of defies the purpose of what I was trying to achieve…“ he huffed ever so slightly, but lifted the bottle, swirling the liquid in front of his eyes for a moment while drawing another long inhale from the cigarette.
Maybe alcohol really was the best choice to keep his mind from suffocating under the situation, as by now he barely could differenciate the beat of the otherworldly music from his own heartbeat and the headache would come anyway. As far as Kaede could see it, there was no other choice but to play along for a bit here. And as he took a swing from the bottle, there also was a spark of morbid curiosity. „Admittedly, you do posses quite the exquisite taste. Alas, not the most sophisticated way to enjoy a bourbon, is it not?“ a slight tilt of his head and he held the bottle out to its persumed owner with an elegant twist of his wrist while still pondering a potential way to go on – or away.
The Baron grinned like the cat spotting the canary, when Kaede chose to drink from the offered alcohol. Finally, he was loosing up a bit. With a flick of his wrist, he produced a second, sloshing bottle of bourbon seemingly from thin air. He winked at his guest, as he took a big swig from it, thus leaving the other bottle still in his guest's care, despite Kaede's attempt to pass it on.
When he finished drinking, the Baron let out such a loud and satisfied sigh, it was almost obscene. Apparently there was nothing about this loa that was not done in a subtly erotic way. Kaede's attempted slight at Cimetière's tastes where pushed aside with a dismissive gesture of his hand, sloshing golden bourbon over his fingers in the process. Not wanting to waste a drip, he hurried to lick it off, in between answering.
"Oh hushpush, hunny! Wat is a sophisticated behavior, else than a socially more acceptable way to show of your money? I did not leave the realm of the living, to worry about social norms for the rest of all eternity. I leave that to those, who live to serve."
And here his grin turned almost feral. His aura turned from intoxicating to dangerous in the blink of an eye.
"What is a man bound by some made-up societal rules else, but a slightly less dumb zombie, anyways? Both will dance like puppets on a string, if their masters demand, right?"
He winked at Kaede and the dark moment was gone, as if it had never happened... And Cimetière was by his guest's side once more. Since his hand was not allowed rest at that delicious hip, the Baron opted for slinging his arm amiably around the other's shoulder this time.
"But don't worry! Here everyone is dancing by my songs. So as my guest, you've got nothing to worry about."
With a sneer he added: "Least of all boring social norms."
