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oniipyrâ:
âP-put some clothes onâ please, heâs dying.
okay so... how do u interact with new people again?
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fightingthetidesâ:
The customer shook his head at Hound. They keep insisting because of the way you act, of course. What a shy guy. Maybe heâll warm up to the Bartender one day and learn to be more honest about his feelings. This customer is rooting for you both!Â
Ravein was heading back to his place in secrecy. He didnât want people to know where he lived and he was always on the alert for if someone had come to take his life.Â
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 didnât drop his guard down all the way.Â
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 fightâ depending on the situation at hand.Â
He truly had thought that Hound was only joking considering heâd never been given a place to meet at. (Not that it would matter since Ravein didnât plan on arriving.) Just as he was about to make his moveâ
âMeow! SHAA!!!â Startled by the commotion, a sleeping cat woke up and hissed at them both, itâs fur standing on end. Â
Itâs 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 heâd 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.Â
Finally! Houndâs lips curled into a smirk, fangs showing rather proudly and silver eyes shining through the curtain of sheer darkness. This is what he wanted, Raveinâs quick step back and the small growl in his throat all indications that he was finally being taken seriously. Heâd 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 wasnât going to lower his guard now. Quickly assessing the other hadnât 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.
âkYAAAAAAAH!!â 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 didnât want them, then he had to be a bad kid.Â
âRavein, 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 shouldnât associate with bad kids, because they can be a bad influence on you.âÂ
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.Â
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A customer came across Hound, and stared at him before recalling where heâd seen him before. Wasnât 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.Â
âIf it isnât the mistress? How long are you going to wait for someone who isnât going to show up? Donât you know that your man left 15 minutes ago?âÂ
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.Â
The sound of someone approaching made him look up, silver eyes flickering in the direction of the customer. He didnât really pay much attention to faces, so he didnât expect the guy to talk to him... much less about what had happened a bit ago.
âI AINâT NO MISTRESS, you fuckâ he growled under his breath, throwing the end of the cigarette to the floor and stepping on it âHE AINâT MY MAN WHY YOU PEOPLE KEEP INSISTING ON...â
He stopped his rant, the initial anger at being treated as Raveinâs girlfriend wearing out as he heard that he had left. LEFT??? 15 minutes ago too?!! He was sure heâd leave through the front door and planned to ambush him! To think the coward would really try to run away from him!
âThat fucker... I TOLD HIM NOT TO RUN AWAY FROM ME!â he barked, kicking the floor as he started to run.
Itâd 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.
âYou ASSHOLE! I told you not to run away you piece of shit! Were you too scared of losing to me, hAH?â
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fightingthetidesâ:
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.Â
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 Houndâs head. At least, thatâs what he wanted to do, if Hound would permit it.Â
He didnât see much of a use for âGood boyâ to be in his notebook, so he didnât 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.Â
(Yes, that means that âscaring customersâ was something he thought heâd 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.Â
Was he going to meet Hound after work? No, because Hound was only joking. If he truly wanted a fight after work, wouldnât he tell him where to meet? Since he hadnât, that had to be a bluff. Donât worry, Ravein understandâs your intentions. Itâs too embarassing to leave the sitaution off where it was, so you had to bluff.Â
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???
âGET YOUR HAND OFF ME!!â 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 âD-donât just... t-tOUCH me so casually! I-Iâll kill you! I fuckING WILLâ
Someone laughed at the 'girly tsundere getting embarrassed when the guy he likes pays her attentionâ 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...
' 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 wasnât like he wanted to understand how a pervert mindâs worked.
âThatâs none of your business, is it? And stop calling me puppyâ
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Hound had this wonderful way of making people want to tease him more. âHeâs acting like a highschool teenager who got caught putting a love letter into someoneâs locker.â âA tsundere.â âTsunbaka?âÂ
To the likes of Ravein, he didnât think much of kissing. It was simply something you did to your spouse or your family members. Thatâs it. What was so embarrassing about that? Itâs as easy as giving out hugs.Â
[Agreed]
He didnât want to marry you either, donât worry about that. Ravein wasnât 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 werenât, a kiss wasnât going to happen. Rest assured that no kissing would occur.Â
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 Houndâs 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?Â
[Scaring customers]
Essentially, Hound needed to back off if he didnât want to get a pay cutâ 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. Â
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 didnât really had much experience being teased like this (although he surely had the aptitude for it).
âWho are you calling a Tsundere you airhead?!â 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 wasnât wrong in his comment of it âscaring customersâ, specially considering how loud and violent Houndâs 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, Raveinâs serious tone and comment worked to make Hound calm down. The fact that he wasnât 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...
â... fine, got itâ he huffed, backing up a bit, silver eyes still as fierce as before as he threw a glance at Ravein âBut! You havenât got off the hook, asshole!â
Pointing at Ravein with a serious look, Hound challenged him one last time.
âIâll wait for you after work to settle this properly... and donât 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!â 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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fightingthetidesâ:
A mistress? Who, Hound? That wasnât right at all. He was neither a mistress or an official girlfriend. Ravein couldnât 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 didnât 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 heâd written: âboyfriend.âÂ
Obviously, Hound was a male. Therefore, he couldnât be a mistress or a girlfriend. He had to be a âboyfriendâ. Did they not see how he was a male?Â
âHoh~ Boyfriend, is it?â âYo⊠fer real? The guyâs your boyfriend?âÂ
[No]
This entire situation was a mess. Being told to kiss Hound had Ravein remembering something from his past.Â
âRavein, know that if youâre going to kiss someone, they either have to be family, or your spouse. You canât just kiss anyone.â 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?Â
He turned to Hound once more to show him the answer: [no] for the third time in a row. He wasnât 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.Â
No, he didnât need any confirmation about not being âa girlfriendâ. He damn sure knew he wasnât 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 âboyfriendâ and the customer that was laughing at the situation, an expression of disgust, annoyance and embarrassment plastered all over...
âShut up! Why would I want a k-k-k-k-kiss...â he barked, stuttering on the embarrassing word of âkissâ. He had never kissed anyone before and certainly he didnât 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.
âH-HAH? THE HECK YOUâRE SAYING, WHY WOULD I WANT TO MARRY THE LIKES OF YOU? WANT ME TO FUCKING END YOU?â 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
âDonât be so shy! Isnât it great that you can upgrade from girlfriend to wife?â someone mocked and to god, Hound had never wanted to kill someone as bad as at that moment.
âIâM NOT SHY! THIS IS NOT WHAT ANY OF THIS IS ABOUT YOU SHITS! IâM NOT MARRYING THIS PIECE OF SHITâ
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 didnât want to be forcefully removed. Of course, Hound was too distracted acting like a distressed and embarrassed puppy to notice.
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fightingthetidesâ:
Ravein could not understand. What did he not understand about ânoâ? The ânoâ part? It means the opposite of yes.Â
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 Houndâs âirrationalâ anger.Â
Whatever he meant by âdonât just leave me hanging like thisâ 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 heâd been doing is working diligently like he was supposed to. The last person he hung was an underground mafia boss, heâll have you know.Â
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. âHey Barkeep, donât ya think you should be nice to yer mistress? Looking mighty lonely over there.â One of his customers joked.Â
Raveinâs response was to keep his notebook open to his ânoâ answer. Hound was no mistress of his, and isnât he already being nice? Hound has a beating heart still, doesnât he? Donât underestimate Raveinâs kindness.Â
He didnât understand the part where Ravein wouldnât 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 ânoâ 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.
âH-hAH? W-WHO IS A MISTRESS YOU FUCKER?!â he yelled, throwing a silver glare to the responsible, who somehow only managed to laugh.
Maybe because, despite Houndâs 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.
âOh, so a official girlfriend?â someone else joked, making Hound jump up again.
âSHUT UP, IâM NO ONEâS GIRLFRIENDâ he yelled, saying that outloud making him feel more and more embarrassed and more and more like fighting someone.
âOh, heâs getting even angrier. Bartender keep your girlfriend on checkâ they continued to laugh, clearly amused by Houndâs wide range of embarrassed expressions
âMaybe a make-up kiss will shut him up~â
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 heâd 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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fightingthetidesâ:
Eyes narrowed with pointed annoyance at Houndâs 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.
âRavein, if you stand strong and ignore people who bother you, they will eventually get tired of you and leave you alone.â âOhâif they refuse to leave you alone, then mama will deal with it for you.â
His parents wouldnât lead him astray, so he was going to follow their advice. He went back to ignoring Hound instead of answering Houndâs 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 cutâand a broken nose.
He noticed the otherâs 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
âHah?! You think you can just say âNoâ and Iâll fucking sit down and be âoh yes of course, my badâ. Hey... HEY, DONâT FUCKING IGNORE ME! Canât you even manage to look at someone when they're talkinâ to you?â like a chihuahua barking at some loud noise, Hound continued to jump and bark, trying to enter Raveinâs field of vision to no avail âDONâT JUST LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THIS YOU FUCKING LOSERâ
Maybe to some looking from the outside, this would seem like Hound had just been rejected... and in a way, they wouldnât 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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fightingthetidesâ:
Ravein didnât expect for his co-worker to finish so quickly, but no matter. He quickly mixed another glass and sent it off Houndâs 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 heâs since left that life behind him. If possible, heâd rather live a new life, but he knew that was too much to ask for given what heâs 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 wasnât really the type to âtake chances,â 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 wasnât mute, but thatâs 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 wasnât working. The others were plenty sociable. He was the one outlier who didnât 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. Â
Silver eyes narrowed lightly at the precision in which the glass reached his side on the table, even without the otherâs 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 couldnât stand the way in which he was being so clearly and purposefully ignored - of course, considering he was perfectly aware of Houndâs 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 otherâs 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.
âWhatâs with that look? Huh? Wanna take me on a fight or what?â 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 âCome on, if you think youâre 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 donât you try to fight me. maybe Iâll listen if you can do anything against meâ
As cocky as they come, Hound didnât seem to even consider the possibility of him losing against the other.
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fightingthetidesâ:
Ravein was still working at this station since it wasnât time for his break. There were a few people getting drunk at the bar, but it wasnât anything he couldnât handle. His customers werenât 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 werenât easy to bully, after all.Â
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.Â
While he didnât know Houndâs 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.Â
Like he was asked, Ravein fulfilled Houndâs order, sliding his order across the counter. It landed right in front of Hound. Practiced and polished. It was clear that Ravein had skills.Â
With that, he started polishing one of his glasses.Â
The lack of a visible response from part of the bartender made him just a bit annoyed. Heâd 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.
âAnotherâ 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 couldnât get drunk so it shouldnât 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.
âOi, grab me a whisky, wontcha?â he asked in his usual rough tone.
oniipyrâ:
Of course heâd react that way, just like Koga~ Once he got up, trying to pull her off did it seem like she wasnât 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. âAh? â Oh, thatâs right, he said he still had to go pick up groceriesâŠ.Smirking did she begin upbuttoning her blouse as he was turned around.Â
â No need to, â
Once she exposed her chest, still covered by that black lacey bra did she cup them both in her hands.
â Your food is right here ~Â â
Hearing the word âfoodâ made him turn around at once. Did she had food on her that he hadnât 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.
âT-thatâs not food! P-put your shirt back on!â
oniipyrâ:
And he fell right into her trap- perfect. â Of course I can, would you doubt me? â Sheâd ask with a small pout, wondering if he didnât even consider the stereotype just because of her gender. Ah, there was the problem, though theyâd of course find a way around that couldnât they? Or even just disregard the whole fact once she got into his house.
â Hou~nd, what a cute name~Â â Sheâd puur.
âIt ainât cute!â he growled in between his teeth, barely distracting himself from thinking about the softness his arm had been lost in for the past minutes. Itâd be nice if she just... let go... it would help him think clearer.
â...kay... it ainât far from here so you can just... tag along I guessâ 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 heâd 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
âAh... the groceries... Iâll go grab themâ
oniipyrâ:
Everything was falling perfectly into place, though all was left was to take him back to her lair, or insist he takes him home. â Hmmm, Iâd still love to see what else you could fit in it~ Maybe I should come over to your house and cook for you. â 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.
â My nameâs Sakuma Rei by the way ~Â â Heâd 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 heâd be more than ready to shut it down and run away from this situation... but she had to go ahead and mention food... food.
âWait, you can cook?â his previous demeanor seemed to calm down a bit as he was now looking at her with curious silver eyes â... I... uh, Iâd have to do groceries but I mean...â
As someone who is always hungry a promise of food was always, ALWAYS, good. And anyway? Whatâs the worst that could happen? Sheâs a small girl anyway.
âYou can call me Houndâ