Everyone has to die at somepoint

Caleb Aiden | 26/310 | Reaper (Rp account for Under Sin City)

[caleb-aiden]

Puppies need to stop following me around.

[nosaintpatrick-deactivated20131]

[He blinks, not knowing what else to say or do. The conversation has seemed to take a turn that he hadn’t necessarily intended but he also doesn’t necessarily mind either.] Well…dogs are supposed to have rather strong 

noses, aren’t they? I suppose that would make sense…to be on the safe side. [Stepping back a step, he watches Caleb with his head cocked to the side. Then, when addressed, he steps back to where he originally was so he can accurately answer the question. His head moves forward to inhale the same spot as before, then pulls back.] Less so. You still smell like Caleb however.

[caleb-aiden]

[He just stands there as he's sniffed, hands at his sides and head tilted away from him. He can feel Patrick's breath on his neck and it sends a chill up his spine.] Ah. Interesting. [He stepped forward into Patrick's personal space, taking a sniff of him.] I may have rubbed my own smell on you when we touched earlier, Pat. I know how much you don't like animals, so it might be best for you to strip down as well.

[caleb-aiden]

Puppies need to stop following me around.

[aj-walker]

And I’m the Queen of England.

[caleb-aiden]

You look so much younger in person.

[caleb-aiden]

Puppies need to stop following me around.

[aj-walker]

That sounds like a weird erotic proposition that I’m going to pass on but I guess you get points for trying.

[caleb-aiden]

It's not. I have no interest in you.

[caleb-aiden]

Puppies need to stop following me around.

[aj-walker]

Right. I’m sure adding a puppy to that list would be so detrimental to your reputation as the “badass”, who, by the way, needs to learn to smile more often.

[caleb-aiden]

I'll smile when I like and for those who earn it.

[caleb-aiden]

Puppies need to stop following me around.

[aj-walker]

Well, I’m sorry to hear that but… See, the wonderful thing about feelings is that you never run out of them. Or people to care for, either. It’s all a matter of giving yourself a chance to. But, if you close yourself off to that, your life is going to be pretty damn shitty as I’m sure it already is.

[caleb-aiden]

Well, I have a select number of..."friends." But those are very very special circumstances, you see, I just don't want more. Because that adds onto things.

[caleb-aiden]

Puppies need to stop following me around.

[nosaintpatrick-deactivated20131]

[At first, he’s tentative about the touch on the back of his neck but then he’s leaning into it because it feels nice, making a humming noise before responding.]

Maybe you ought to take it off then. I mean, it stands to reason that if they just want you for your jacket, removing the jacket should make them leave you alone.

[caleb-aiden]

[He smirks slightly at the humming noise, letting his fingers run along through the hair at the base of his neck. And then glanced at him, not expecting him to really be that forward, but he doesn't mind it.] Yeah? Should the shirt come off too, Pat? I mean the jacket rubbed off on it. Probably smells like it. [He shrugged the jacket off his shoulders, tossing it onto the nearest seat before pulling his shirt up over his head.] Do I smell less like leather now?

[caleb-aiden]

Puppies need to stop following me around.

[aj-walker]

Looks like we’ve got Mr. Pessimism over here. Tell me, blue eyes, who broke your little heart and turned you into a cynical, pessimistic man? Because that’s obviously Peyton Sawyer circa seasons one through three of One Tree Hill.

[caleb-aiden]

Every single person in my immediate family has died as well as anyone I've ever had feelings for. Just a fact of life.

[caleb-aiden]

Puppies need to stop following me around.

[aj-walker]

I understand not liking some, or even most, people, but not liking companionship at all? You are clearly in the wrong city for that, unless you just like hanging out with your hand that much, like that guy in the Don Jon movie. In which case, be my guest. 

[caleb-aiden]

Perhaps just as a means for sex, I use other people. But feelings? Companionship? Not for me. People die. People leave. End of story.

[caleb-aiden]

Puppies need to stop following me around.

[brazenxobailey-blog]

Point taken - although maybe that isn’t a bad thing.  He really is quite vicious, and with a name like Prince Rambo I suppose no one would see it coming.

[caleb-aiden]

Element of surprise, I suppose.

[caleb-aiden]

Puppies need to stop following me around.

[aj-walker]

Is your number one goal in life to be intimidating and unapproachable? If yes, you have some serious psychological problems that should probably be taken care of ASAP.

[caleb-aiden]

It is. I don't particularly like people or companionship.

[caleb-aiden]

Puppies need to stop following me around.

[nosaintpatrick-deactivated20131]

[He doesn’t step back because personal space wasn’t a lesson he had ever quite grasped, especially not in the company of someone that might actually be his friend. The squeeze to his shoulder just prompts the corner of his mouth to turn up ever so slightly.]

Yes, it’s a good smell. Like leather, if I had to put a word to it. Do you think dogs are partial to leather?

[caleb-aiden]

[Let his fingers travel along the shoulder he squeezed and along the other male's neck, before playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.]

Perhaps. They do like to sleep on leather sofas from what I've heard. Maybe they just want me for my jacket then. 

[caleb-aiden]

Puppies need to stop following me around.

[brazenxobailey-blog]

Hey, don’t underestimate Princes, some of them can be rather terrifying.

[caleb-aiden]

Calling a dog prince of anything wouldn't really be all that scary, that's all I'm saying.

[caleb-aiden]

Puppies need to stop following me around.

[brazenxobailey-blog]

It was supposed to make him sound ferocious.

[caleb-aiden]

Rambo, maybe....Prince...sounds less than scary. It kind of cutesy-ed his name.

[caleb-aiden]

Puppies need to stop following me around.

[nosaintpatrick-deactivated20131]

[With a slightly bemused expression on his face, he steps forward so he can lean his head in and smell the other reaper’s neck.]

No. You just smell like Caleb to me. Maybe they just like that scent.

[caleb-aiden]

[Leans his head to the side to let Patrick sniff at his neck, not minding how close they get. He chuckles softly at the response, his hand squeezing his shoulder a bit]

Is it a good smell then? I mean you haven't turned your head in disgust.

[caleb-aiden]

Puppies need to stop following me around.

[nosaintpatrick-deactivated20131]

Well…maybe they can pick up on the fact that we only reap humans. Or maybe they just think that you’re nice.

[caleb-aiden]

Or that I have food...Do I smell like food to you, Pat?

[caleb-aiden]

Puppies need to stop following me around.

[brazenxobailey-blog]

The stray that I begrudgingly took in.

[caleb-aiden]

Interesting name?

[caleb-aiden]

Puppies need to stop following me around.

[nosaintpatrick-deactivated20131]

Animals are strange creatures, especially the ones in this city. They should be running from you, not following you around.

[caleb-aiden]

I know, Pat. Usually they say animals are the most intuitive....but they're following us around like we're not messengers of death.