Have you heard the howl of the night?

A graceful killer... until you talk to himDarkness Hound || eternal 23 yo || Kept by kitkat

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oniipyr‌:

“P-put some clothes on” please, he’s dying.

[darkness-hound]

[darkness-hound]

okay so... how do u interact with new people again?

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fightingthetides‌:

The customer shook his head at Hound. They keep insisting because of the way you act, of course. What a shy guy. Maybe he’ll warm up to the Bartender one day and learn to be more honest about his feelings. This customer is rooting for you both! 

Ravein was heading back to his place in secrecy. He didn’t want people to know where he lived and he was always on the alert for if someone had come to take his life. 

For example, we have Hound who had managed to find him and landed right in front of him. On instinct, Ravein had flipped backwards to evade Hound. After noticing that Hound was the one to dropped in front of him (rather skillfully, mind you), he relaxed some. It was at least comforting to see a familiar face, but he didn’t drop his guard down all the way. 

There was always the possibility that Hound was an assassin sent to kill him, and the show from earlier was a warning. Ravein growled underneath his breath, every muscle tensing in his body as he prepared to flee or fight– depending on the situation at hand. 

He truly had thought that Hound was only joking considering he’d never been given a place to meet at. (Not that it would matter since Ravein didn’t plan on arriving.) Just as he was about to make his move–

“Meow! SHAA!!!” Startled by the commotion, a sleeping cat woke up and hissed at them both, it’s fur standing on end.  

It’s a cat. Ravein once more, ignored Hound and approached the cat while making clicking sounds with his tongue. He wanted to get the cat to approach him so he could pet it. It looked so cute, even when angry. If not for the fact he’d worry that he could die on any given day, he would have adopted a pet. It would help ease the loneliness he feels. Unfortunately, he was unwilling to care for a pet when his own life was unpredictable. 

Finally! Hound’s lips curled into a smirk, fangs showing rather proudly and silver eyes shining through the curtain of sheer darkness. This is what he wanted, Ravein’s quick step back and the small growl in his throat all indications that he was finally being taken seriously. He’d get to fight the other - to prove his strength and finally get revenge over the guy that had been mocking him all night long.

How sweet would revenge feel once he could step over a defeated Ravein!

Of course, he wasn’t going to lower his guard now. Quickly assessing the other hadn’t taken any weapons out - yet- he decided to fight with his fists alone as well. He prepared to jump, thighs tensing up as he was ready to kick the other right in the face and then.

“kYAAAAAAAH!!” of course, the thought of showing his weakness to an enemy was embarrassing and ridiculous, but cats were scary and that as a fact.

Way too scary actually!

All of his desire to fight drained in a second, and he fell straight to the floor, curling away from the dangerous, dangerous beast that Ravein was so intent on befriending while cowering and covering his head.

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Ravein blinked in confusion slowly at Hound reacting so… negatively to the head pat. Good children received pats on the head. If Hound didn’t want them, then he had to be a bad kid. 

“Ravein, remember, you should be a good kid. If you are good, then good things will happen to you. Your parents love good kids the most. You shouldn’t associate with bad kids, because they can be a bad influence on you.” 

Hound wanted to be a bad kid (or he already was a bad kid). If you thought Ravein was ignoring you before, he was now treating Hound like air. 

…

A customer came across Hound, and stared at him before recalling where he’d seen him before. Wasn’t he the guy who was flirting hard with the bartender earlier? He said something about how he was going to wait for him but… he left a while ago. It seems that the poor bouncer has been abandoned. 

“If it isn’t the mistress? How long are you going to wait for someone who isn’t going to show up? Don’t you know that your man left 15 minutes ago?” 

It seemed that Ravein left from a different exit. One reason was to get away from Hound, but another reason was that he liked to mix things up. If he kept to the same routine all the time, it was all the more easier to assassinate him. Only by mixing things up sporadically could you make it harder for a hitman to target you. 

The sound of someone approaching made him look up, silver eyes flickering in the direction of the customer. He didn’t really pay much attention to faces, so he didn’t expect the guy to talk to him... much less about what had happened a bit ago.

“I AIN’T NO MISTRESS, you fuck” he growled under his breath, throwing the end of the cigarette to the floor and stepping on it “HE AIN’T MY MAN WHY YOU PEOPLE KEEP INSISTING ON...”

He stopped his rant, the initial anger at being treated as Ravein’s girlfriend wearing out as he heard that he had left. LEFT??? 15 minutes ago too?!! He was sure he’d leave through the front door and planned to ambush him! To think the coward would really try to run away from him!

“That fucker... I TOLD HIM NOT TO RUN AWAY FROM ME!” he barked, kicking the floor as he started to run.

It’d be hard to look from the ground level, so merely a block away he climbed to the closest building, nimble movements as he pulled himself up and jumped over the edges of buildings, eventually reaching the rooftop of one.

Jumping across that building to the next, he took advantage of the height and his exceptional eyesight to look for the culprit of all his embarrassment tonight. And soon enough he found him.

He was good at hiding his presence -even his footsteps, as a professional would. But that lack of presence just made him stand out more for Hound.

Rushing and jumping across to catch him, Hound easily dropped from the rooftop, reducing the speed of his fall by clinging to the edges of the windows and the railways along the fire-escape.

And finally he dropped right in front of the other.

“You ASSHOLE! I told you not to run away you piece of shit! Were you too scared of losing to me, hAH?”

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fightingthetides‌:

Ravein watched as Hound was fighting verbally with the customers. He was ready to intervene if the situation called for it, but luckily (for all sides involved), Hound calmed down with a simple warning. You would lose your job if you kept that up. 

It was commendable that he held back his anger after his many outbursts. The best way to praise someone who did a good job was to pat them on the head. His hand reached out to pat the top of Hound’s head. At least, that’s what he wanted to do, if Hound would permit it. 

He didn’t see much of a use for ‘Good boy’ to be in his notebook, so he didn’t bother to write it. Only useful phrases were added to the notebook for him to flip through and display to anyone he was trying to communicate with. 

(Yes, that means that ‘scaring customers’ was something he thought he’d be using more than once during his time at this bar.)

The Bartender stared at the bouncer and made no obvious movements to denote that he understood. He stared for a total of 5 seconds before his attention was ripped away by a customer who wanted another drink. 

Was he going to meet Hound after work? No, because Hound was only joking. If he truly wanted a fight after work, wouldn’t he tell him where to meet? Since he hadn’t, that had to be a bluff. Don’t worry, Ravein understand’s your intentions. It’s too embarassing to leave the sitaution off where it was, so you had to bluff. 

He certainly deserved some praise given his short temper and his lack of self-control, however...

A head pat was definitely not what he was expecting. He usually reacted rather easily to any approach from others, but given that Ravein had no bloodlust to show (and apparently no interest in him) he lowered his guard enough for that hand to reach his head. He blanked out for a moment, a slow blink as his face progressively turned redder.

... huh? H-HUH???

“GET YOUR HAND OFF ME!!” He yelled as soon as he was able to talk again, stumbling back a couple of steps and raising his hands up as if ready to fight “D-don’t just... t-tOUCH me so casually! I-I’ll kill you! I fuckING WILL”

Someone laughed at the 'girly tsundere getting embarrassed when the guy he likes pays her attention’ and he had to bark at them again. Heart raising violently in his chest, he rushed out of the floor before things would get any worse. The other bouncer casually patted his shoulder in a meaningful way and he just growled at him.

The rest of the night was mostly uneventful. having checked out from work a bit earlier than the bartender, he stood close to the exit waiting for the hour for their fight. Which he thought was still on.

Lighting a cigarette, he stared at the yellow-red tip...

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' I wonder how naughty this big bad puppy has been since our last meeting~ '

Naughty? Just what was she trying to say? Then again, it wasn’t like he wanted to understand how a pervert mind’s worked.

“That’s none of your business, is it? And stop calling me puppy”

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fightingthetides‌:

Hound had this wonderful way of making people want to tease him more. “He’s acting like a highschool teenager who got caught putting a love letter into someone’s locker.” “A tsundere.” “Tsunbaka?” 

To the likes of Ravein, he didn’t think much of kissing. It was simply something you did to your spouse or your family members. That’s it. What was so embarrassing about that? It’s as easy as giving out hugs. 

[Agreed]

He didn’t want to marry you either, don’t worry about that. Ravein wasn’t on the market for a relatioship at the moment, so he could concur. He only wanted to say that if he was going to kiss Hound, they had to be married first. Since they weren’t, a kiss wasn’t going to happen. Rest assured that no kissing would occur. 

For some reason, Hound seemed to get even more upset by this. How confusing it was. The Bartender shook his head and started polishing more glasses, effectively ignoring the bouncer once more. The other bouncer was apparently trying to get Hound’s attention, but he was giving them a deaf ear. Was he doing that on purpose, or did he really not realize that his co-worker was trying to tell him to cool off? 

[Scaring customers]

Essentially, Hound needed to back off if he didn’t want to get a pay cut– or worse, lose his job. With a hand, he pointed out to the other bouncer who was trying to get his attention via a signal.  

Because of his job as an assassin, in which he had little time or opportunity to interact with others, and his rather isolated way of living, Hound didn’t really had much experience being teased like this (although he surely had the aptitude for it).

“Who are you calling a Tsundere you airhead?!” he barked and barked at every single person in the bar that dared tease him. It was getting really loud - unbearably so, as one could tell from the way in which the other bouncer was already thinking of taking Hound out even if forcefully.

Ravein wasn’t wrong in his comment of it ‘scaring customers’, specially considering how loud and violent Hound’s threats could be, but seeing things unfolding it felt a lot more like a group of kids bullying a girl for writing a love letter after class. Of course, Hound would be the girl in that supposed scenario.

Either way, Ravein’s serious tone and comment worked to make Hound calm down. The fact that he wasn’t used to deal with people was no excuse for his behavior... and although he had money to live by, losing the one job he managed to grab would be bad...

“... fine, got it” he huffed, backing up a bit, silver eyes still as fierce as before as he threw a glance at Ravein “But! You haven’t got off the hook, asshole!”

Pointing at Ravein with a serious look, Hound challenged him one last time.

“I’ll wait for you after work to settle this properly... and don’t you dare ignore it! If you try to run away from me I'll chase you even if I have to go to the very ends of the world!” he seemed triumphant in his declaration, but somehow - SOMEHOW- it only got a bunch of whistling and clapping from the customers that were still paying attention to their conversation,

They must be misunderstanding SOMETHING.

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fightingthetides‌:

A mistress? Who, Hound? That wasn’t right at all. He was neither a mistress or an official girlfriend. Ravein couldn’t understand where anyone could get such an idea. He glanced over at Hound who was boisterously yelling at his customers. He was red… with anger(?) and Ravein simply shook his head. He held up his notebook once more: [no].

It was as if he had to tell Hound himself that he didn’t think of Hound as his girlfriend either. He flipped through his notebook for an empty page, and he wrote something down. He turned to the customer who was teasing Hound to show them what he’d written: ‘boyfriend.’ 

Obviously, Hound was a male. Therefore, he couldn’t be a mistress or a girlfriend. He had to be a ‘boyfriend’. Did they not see how he was a male? 

“Hoh~ Boyfriend, is it?” “Yo… fer real? The guy’s your boyfriend?” 

[No]

This entire situation was a mess. Being told to kiss Hound had Ravein remembering something from his past. 

“Ravein, know that if you’re going to kiss someone, they either have to be family, or your spouse. You can’t just kiss anyone.” This was a lesson that his mother taught him from a very young age. She had worried that Ravein would somehow turn into a kissing fiend? 

He turned to Hound once more to show him the answer: [no] for the third time in a row. He wasn’t going to kiss you. This time, he flipped through the pages to write on a fresh page. [Marriage first.] As in, he would have to marry you first if you wanted a kiss. Was this going to complicate things? Probably. Was Ravein coming onto you knowingly? Nope. 

No, he didn’t need any confirmation about not being ‘a girlfriend’. He damn sure knew he wasn’t one after all. He just wanted to get rid of all his pent-up anger in a fight and Ravein was the best choice he had.

There was a second of Hound looking back and forth between Ravein that had written ‘boyfriend’ and the customer that was laughing at the situation, an expression of disgust, annoyance and embarrassment plastered all over...

“Shut up! Why would I want a k-k-k-k-kiss...” he barked, stuttering on the embarrassing word of ‘kiss’. He had never kissed anyone before and certainly he didn’t wanted to change that in this situation. Of course, Ravein was only making things worse, playing along with them as if it was fun to play with him.

“H-HAH? THE HECK YOU’RE SAYING, WHY WOULD I WANT TO MARRY THE LIKES OF YOU? WANT ME TO FUCKING END YOU?” the words of marriage made him get in the defensive, his very loud yell of distress making it so everyone was aware of what Ravein had written down.

And so, some of the customers started clapping

“Don’t be so shy! Isn’t it great that you can upgrade from girlfriend to wife?” someone mocked and to god, Hound had never wanted to kill someone as bad as at that moment.

“I’M NOT SHY! THIS IS NOT WHAT ANY OF THIS IS ABOUT YOU SHITS! I’M NOT MARRYING THIS PIECE OF SHIT”

Really this whole situation was a mess and was bringing a lot of attention... soon enough the other bouncer tried to make a signal for Hound to stop if he didn’t want to be forcefully removed. Of course, Hound was too distracted acting like a distressed and embarrassed puppy to notice.

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fightingthetides‌:

Ravein could not understand. What did he not understand about ‘no’? The ‘no’ part? It means the opposite of yes. 

The Bartender simply stared at the angry Hound who was acting like a hissing cat. He held up his notebook in front of him, and on the page was written the word: [no]. This time, he had eye contact. You asked for someone to look at you while talking, therefore he answered you this time WITH eye contact. That should satisfy Hound’s ‘irrational’ anger. 

Whatever he meant by ‘don’t just leave me hanging like this’ was beyond Ravein. From what he could tell, Hound was not hanging off of anything. Ravein never hung him either, so how could he be slandered like this? All he’d been doing is working diligently like he was supposed to. The last person he hung was an underground mafia boss, he’ll have you know. 

At this point, with all the ruckus was starting to attract unwanted attention, and his customers were starting to get unnerved by this angry hissy cat. “Hey Barkeep, don’t ya think you should be nice to yer mistress? Looking mighty lonely over there.” One of his customers joked. 

Ravein’s response was to keep his notebook open to his ‘no’ answer. Hound was no mistress of his, and isn’t he already being nice? Hound has a beating heart still, doesn’t he? Don’t underestimate Ravein’s kindness. 

He didn’t understand the part where Ravein wouldn’t fight with him - for reasons he thought were obvious. He almost had a bit of hope when Ravein looked his way and opened his notebook, but the clearly marked “no” in the middle of the page only made him angrier. Yes, he was ready to jump over the counter and give Ravein a hit right in the mouth for ignoring him like that...

but right as he was putting his hand on the flat surface in front of him for support, a voice reached him from one of the farther tables.

“H-hAH? W-WHO IS A MISTRESS YOU FUCKER?!” he yelled, throwing a silver glare to the responsible, who somehow only managed to laugh.

Maybe because, despite Hound’s lack of awareness, the bright red all over his face was doing no favors to his attempts of intimidation. If anything, his reaction was being taken in the wrong way by the other customers whose attention had been caught by all of his very own loud yelling.

“Oh, so a official girlfriend?” someone else joked, making Hound jump up again.

“SHUT UP, I’M NO ONE’S GIRLFRIEND” he yelled, saying that outloud making him feel more and more embarrassed and more and more like fighting someone.

“Oh, he’s getting even angrier. Bartender keep your girlfriend on check” they continued to laugh, clearly amused by Hound’s wide range of embarrassed expressions

“Maybe a make-up kiss will shut him up~”

Man, he sure wanted to deck those pieces of shit to hell and back, but if fighting a co-worker was bad, kicking a customers ass for no good reason would probably get him fired. It seemed like he’d had to take out his anger on Ravein as the only available fighter around ... if only he actually agreed to fight of course.

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fightingthetides‌:

Eyes narrowed with pointed annoyance at Hound’s blunt enjoyment over getting his attention. It was a hindrance to have to be on guard against a fellow co-worker like this. He finished polishing a glass and he put it away, while a free hand felt for his pocket, where he kept his fishing line.

No, he was at work, and he was trying to lay low. This was not a time nor a place to be doing anything hasty.

He flipped through the notebook he had sitting next to him to find a page he was looking for. He ripped out a page, and folded it a couple of times before he flicked it over towards Hound. Was this a written challenge to tell Hound to wait for him elsewhere? Maybe it was a threat? No, the message written on the piece of paper was very simple: [No]

What was that an answer to? Hound had to use his brain and figure that out himself. Ravein only distantly recalled that there was a piece of advice his parents gave him once in the past.

“Ravein, if you stand strong and ignore people who bother you, they will eventually get tired of you and leave you alone.” “Oh—if they refuse to leave you alone, then mama will deal with it for you.”

His parents wouldn’t lead him astray, so he was going to follow their advice. He went back to ignoring Hound instead of answering Hound’s taunting words. It would take a lot more than that to make Ravein snap. He doubted that Hound would do anything right now, but if he did… someone was going to get a pay cut—and a broken nose.

He noticed the other’s eyes narrowing, his own blood pumping in excitement. He was almost bouncing on the ball of his feet at this point, like a child in a toy store, impatient to get his prize. A fight. A fight. A fight. A fight.

His silver eyes were on fire as he considered the possibility - as he tried to gauge how much of a fight would the other give. He could even feel what seemed like a drip of overflowing blood-lust directed his way (though it was to short and small to truly know).

In any case it felt like he would get what he wanted... and then Ravein moved over to write something.

He frowned at the small paper being tossed his way, but still caught it, unfolding it in a bored way.

....

THIS MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT

“Hah?! You think you can just say ‘No’ and I’ll fucking sit down and be ‘oh yes of course, my bad’. Hey... HEY, DON’T FUCKING IGNORE ME! Can’t you even manage to look at someone when they're talkin’ to you?“ like a chihuahua barking at some loud noise, Hound continued to jump and bark, trying to enter Ravein’s field of vision to no avail “DON’T JUST LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THIS YOU FUCKING LOSER”

Maybe to some looking from the outside, this would seem like Hound had just been rejected... and in a way, they wouldn’t be wrong. In any case with how loud he was being someone would probably come to stop him sooner rather than later.

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fightingthetides‌:

Ravein didn’t expect for his co-worker to finish so quickly, but no matter. He quickly mixed another glass and sent it off Hound’s way without sparing him a glance. He remembered where Hound was sitting and he expertly slid the glass over, which came to a perfect stop right in front of the intended recipient.

Just as Hound had expected, Ravein was not your regular Bartender. His expertise lay elsewhere, but he’s since left that life behind him. If possible, he’d rather live a new life, but he knew that was too much to ask for given what he’s done in his life.

He did notice that Hound was paying particularly close attention to him, and his body tensed, as if he was ready for a fight if Hound started one. While he wasn’t really the type to ‘take chances,’ he was at work… which meant he had to play the part of a regular civilian. That is, as regular as a mute Bartender could be. He wasn’t mute, but that’s the story he was given due to his odd communication habits.

With his excellent memory and his skills at mixing, his customers liked him okay. There were some who preferred more talkative Bartenders , but that meant they could come on a day when he wasn’t working. The others were plenty sociable. He was the one outlier who didn’t speak to people. All he did was come in to work and that was all.

That being said, stop looking as though you want a fight, Hound. Ravein sent him a warning glare to remind him that they were at work, so stop trying to pick a fight with your eyes.  

Silver eyes narrowed lightly at the precision in which the glass reached his side on the table, even without the other’s eyes ever falling back onto him. Of course it did. The skill from this one assassin was quite good - he was itching to get into a fight with him, as soon as possible. Right now even, if that was possible.

Fingers clenched around the cold surface of the glass and a small growl-like sound left between his teeth. He couldn’t stand the way in which he was being so clearly and purposefully ignored - of course, considering he was perfectly aware of Hound’s position on the table, ravein would also be plenty aware of the glares he was throwing at him.

He was about to try and get the other’s attention when finally -finally- Ravein looked his way - those eyes of him warning him against causing trouble. So he had noticed. How very nice of him. A smirk painting his features Hound leaned over the table to get as close as he could to the other without actually jumping over it.

“What’s with that look? Huh? Wanna take me on a fight or what?” he started lifting the glass and emptying in one gulp like he had done to the one before, letting it once more over the table, this time even harder and louder as to set his point “Come on, if you think you’re gonna make me stop just by fucking glaring at me you must be out of your fucking mind. if you want me to do something then why don’t you try to fight me. maybe I’ll listen if you can do anything against me”

As cocky as they come, Hound didn’t seem to even consider the possibility of him losing against the other.

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fightingthetides‌:

Ravein was still working at this station since it wasn’t time for his break. There were a few people getting drunk at the bar, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. His customers weren’t bad drunks either, so it should be fine. It seemed that bad drunks learned the hard way to avoid this bar in particular. The staff weren’t easy to bully, after all. 

He heard a familiar gait (almost inaudible) coming from the stairs. It was Hound… by the sounds of it. Ravein understood that a good number of the workers here had special circumstances. He was a hitman/information broker who ran away from his home country to start a new life. 

While he didn’t know Hound’s story, he had a particular aura about him. He was a killer. If not for the fact that some of the steps creaked if you stepped on them, he may not have noticed that someone was approaching. 

Like he was asked, Ravein fulfilled Hound’s order, sliding his order across the counter. It landed right in front of Hound. Practiced and polished. It was clear that Ravein had skills. 

With that, he started polishing one of his glasses. 

The lack of a visible response from part of the bartender made him just a bit annoyed. He’d always thought bartenders had to be amiable and good with people, so seeing such an antisocial looking character standing there was quite puzzling.

He was good at his work, however - evident in the quick preparation of the drink and the elegant movement in which it was delivered. Maybe people here just liked that kind of weirdly on point service. or maybe it was because of his face.

Lifting the glass in his hand he swallowed down the shot whole before putting the glass down with a loud thud.

“Another” he requested, leaning a bit more over the bar and looking up at the other, as if seizing him up. He could see some of his musculature even with the bartender clothes on... and of course, his movements and his awareness of the space around him made it obvious he had skills.

There were others with dubious pasts in this bar... but no one felt as strong as this one right here.

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The night had finally calmed down a bit, after a wave of customers coming and going. Getting a sign from the other bouncer to take his break now in case it became busy again later, Hound nodded lightly and walked down the couple fling of stairs that lead to the staff room. Marking down the start of his break he came back once again, feeling like getting a drink to pass the night. he couldn’t get drunk so it shouldn’t matter that he got a glass or two.

Leaning against the bar his silver eyes caught sight of a familiar face. That guy. He kept it to himself, and as far as Hound knew, he never spoke either.

And, he smelled like himself. Like a killer.

“Oi, grab me a whisky, wontcha?” he asked in his usual rough tone.

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oniipyr‌:

Of course he’d react that way, just like Koga~ Once he got up, trying to pull her off did it seem like she wasn’t going to budge. However, it took a bit of shaking before she just reached at to grab at his hand to hold onto with a tight grip. Finally did he lead her back to his house, just as expected. ‘Ah? ‘ Oh, that’s right, he said he still had to go pick up groceries….Smirking did she begin upbuttoning her blouse as he was turned around. 

‘ No need to, ‘

Once she exposed her chest, still covered by that black lacey bra did she cup them both in her hands.

‘ Your food is right here ~ ‘

Hearing the word ‘food’ made him turn around at once. Did she had food on her that he hadn’t noticed maybe?

Of course, he turned around just to find her with her shirt off, her... very well sized breasts cupped in her hands... kind of spilling at the sides. The black bra looked pretty tight... was this how... girls looked?

Blush going up to 1000 he quickly started yapping again.

“T-that’s not food! P-put your shirt back on!”

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oniipyr‌:

And he fell right into her trap- perfect. ‘ Of course I can, would you doubt me? ‘ She’d ask with a small pout, wondering if he didn’t even consider the stereotype just because of her gender. Ah, there was the problem, though they’d of course find a way around that couldn’t they? Or even just disregard the whole fact once she got into his house.

‘ Hou~nd, what a cute name~ ‘ She’d puur.

“It ain’t cute!” he growled in between his teeth, barely distracting himself from thinking about the softness his arm had been lost in for the past minutes. It’d be nice if she just... let go... it would help him think clearer.

“...kay... it ain’t far from here so you can just... tag along I guess” he mumbled, getting up from his spot and trying to release his arm as he did so. If he had to walk with his arm captured by her breasts he’d probably pass out.

Right now he had rented an apartment in a newly built building. It was in one of the higher floors. With a living, a kitchen, and several rooms, it felt as fancy as it looked. Despite not having many things to fill the space with, everything was clean and in order.

After leading her to the elevator and eventually to the apartment, he closed the door behind them

“Ah... the groceries... I’ll go grab them”

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oniipyr‌:

Everything was falling perfectly into place, though all was left was to take him back to her lair, or insist he takes him home. ‘ Hmmm, I’d still love to see what else you could fit in it~ Maybe I should come over to your house and cook for you. ‘ Red flags went off more and more, considering that these two were still practically strangers ; but that was the plan of the vampire preying on this gruff puppy.

‘ My name’s Sakuma Rei by the way ~ ‘ He’d have to know her name before he ended up moaning it out.

Yes, that was a whole lot of red flags all at once. And in a normal situation he’d be more than ready to shut it down and run away from this situation... but she had to go ahead and mention food... food.

“Wait, you can cook?” his previous demeanor seemed to calm down a bit as he was now looking at her with curious silver eyes “... I... uh, I’d have to do groceries but I mean...”

As someone who is always hungry a promise of food was always, ALWAYS, good. And anyway? What’s the worst that could happen? She’s a small girl anyway.

“You can call me Hound”