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The food had no smell to register within her nose but it'd be rude to deny the offering. Even if she didn't need food, she'd indulge into it. Perhaps even save some for Len to try.

Pulling the fry container out of the bag, fingers plucked them out one by one as she put them into her mouth one at a time.

" Why are the cats now walking corpses? The cats must learn their nine lives are spent. " And she knew, somewhere in the graveyard, Len was most likely pitching a fit over the forehead kiss.

#misicaelidaemon

"Just remember that you asked for it, sweetheart."

Naked form blossomed before him; his fingers trailed flesh, nails digging in just enough to scratch. A tongue trailed a warm neck —— she was always warm to him. Warmth from her was like sunshine.

Delicate hands grasped on the male's hair, her hips moving on their own to grind against knee, the bundle of nerves getting striked every time, moans soon coming from her mouth. Now, she wasn't going to speak in metaphors -- Her normal talk would only arouse him further which was just what she wanted.

" Let them hear the screams and moans of our love making. Let them be aware of it, Len. " Her hands soon went from his hair to down his back, nails leaving rather clean, thing cut marks down the length of his back.

" I want to hear you scream too, dear. " She mused out, licking the male's jawline rather seductively.

#logically2 #nsfw

"Rin, dearest, do come here."

Fingers trailed the bed; purposely ripping at already torn fabric. It was perpetually dirty, anyway. The second she got onto their shared bed; his lips were pressed to hers in heated passion.

This was one of the reasons Mistress Death had taken them under her wing. They were a Sin to God, a Sin of Life —— yet their love was so strong it blacked out all else. Fingernails lightly scratching at her clothing; Len gave a small smile. Only Rin ever felt his real smiles.

Laying her down against the bed; digits began removing fabric —— piece. By. Piece.

The female snaked her arms around the other's delicate neck, lips never straying from his -- after all, they were dead, they required no air so their kisses could last as long as they desired. Her crescent moon pupils were only on him; nothing else had her attention.

" Mm..Is the cat in need of a his owner's love? " She mused out, her own nails peeling off his clothing, delicate fingertips perfectly tracing along that signature tattoo adoring one half of his chest.

He was the love of her life even if they were siblings or rather, twins. Instead of wanting another man, she wanted to become Len's bride and overall wife.

" Leave some scratch marks on me, dear cat. Leave your teeth marks on me. "

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"That’s not exactly good, is it?" Taking her hand gently; he led her inside the gates —— quickly sealed behind them. A large vat of water poured atop them from the ceiling, which drained through the grated floor quite quickly. Washed away of dirt, blood, and possible toxins, a step into the next chamber was a quick air-dry.

"Sorry if that seemed odd to you; it’s needed to ensure we don’t accidentally travel the zombification virus into Elysium. You won’t mind if I ask you a few questions, hm? I’ll get you some food if you’re hungry."

" I lost eyesight for the sake of a cat in which I own. " She was referring to her beloved twin and evident lover and other half. She was the moon in his night sky. The eclipse in his night sky. Yet, she allowed herself to be dragged along, the next events to ensue not causing much of a reaction either. After all, she never bathed much due to being well, dead. Odor didn't carry as it did with living, functioning flesh.

At the mention of questions, her eyes averted to meet his own. rather startling to say the least as to what her hues carried and how easily she could find his gaze.

" I am dead, mister cat. I'm a Grave Guarder and I collect stray cats who claw at the door of judgement and allow them to roam freely in either Heaven or Purgatory. "

#misicaelidaemon

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Laughing at something his comrade had told him, the brunet continued to patrol —— until he came upon a young woman being attacked by a zombie. Luckily for her, it hadn’t bitten just yet. Grabbing it by the hair and tugging, a small hatchet was withdrawn as it sliced clean through the flesh.

"I apologise that you witnessed that, miss. Zombies are tricky things. Lets get you back inside the gates."

The noise from the zombie didn't cause any form of reaction from the female, instead, she simply stared at it with uninterested dim hues. It couldn't harm her so why was it even trying? Though, only the sound from it clarified it was near.

Then the sound of flesh being cut rather cleanly, a tilt of the head ensued and a small laugh came from her at his words.

" I cannot see. I'm blind, mister cat. But I must thank you for helping me get the soul from that person. Mister cat is a very good cat, yes yes. "

#misicaelidaemon

"An artificial human of sorts —— no souls, and some have falsified pulses."

" That's so silly! Everything has to die so why do the cats try and make ones that don't need to age? How silly, silly! "

#[ rin doesnt understand technology omg ]

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" -- Cats are now androids? What's that? "

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"This was a given, dear twin."

"No one else may claim me except you."

" A cat can only have one owner."

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— … The mention of the word cat caused the girl to freeze, eyes growing wide as she turned her head from side to side.

{♫} → “Where’s the neko-san?” She asked a moment later completely oblivious to what the other had said. “I don’t see it…” A frown formed on her lips, her brow furrowing slightly. “Are you trying to trick me?”

#vocaloidiva #[ how are you? uwu ]

" The cat meowed? How odd. The cat seems to be meowing about another cat that isn't there. Is the cat alright? " The female mused, the odd speech flowing fluidly from her mouth.

" Now why would I go out of my way to inflict a trick upon the cat? " It was more of a statement than a question in all honesty.

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"This was a given, dear twin."

#logically2 #[ u ask and u shall recieve shota ]

" The cat is mine, ne? "

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A pulse.

That's all her hears required to hear to get a hint as to what was near her. A rather expressionless look claimed her facial features, dim hues were averted in the direction of such a headache inducing sound; one that rung more loudly within her extra alert ears due to the lack of a vital sense; Sight.

" What has the cat clawing at the door? Its claws will snap if it doesn't meow soon. "

#vocaloidiva #;nails;#[ hello!! ]

With a small flash of light; one that the other could not see, he transformed into a form like her’s. Kissing the delicate brow of the girl’s countenance, his arms gently released her into the gentle folds of an old, moldy couch. It was all they had within their small mausoleum, besides the bed beneath the floorboards. Once one lifted their trap door; the entire place was expansive.

"Mmm, but you please me either way, sweet Rin. You fail to realise this."

Placing his head beneath her hands; he lay on the couch with cranium lodged carefully atop gentle thighs. This was a constant almost every night. The absence of horns would clue her in onto his current appearance.

Fingers trailed along the male's cranium, the female simply kept a blank expression. " The cat changed his form? What a sly cat. " Though, the metaphors halted for a moment as she clasped the male's head in her delicate hands ever so lovingly. " -- I wish I could see you once again. Being blind is..rather bothersome. I feel as if it's a hinder and chore to you. " A quiver of the lip before it halted just as quickly as it appeared; blanke expression claiming her features yet again.

" The cat enjoys a lap to rest upon -- As long as it's not dangerous and claims one of it's nine lives. "

"More and more annoying humans are living lately. It’s sickening, isn’t it?"

Eons of hearing Rin talk this way; he was used to it and could fluidly translate for the unfortunate souls not well-versed in metaphor and descriptive talk. She was in her humanoid form; of course. Licking the bottom lip of his other half; Len let out a soft chuckle.

"You can change back, you know. We’re almost to the mausoleum."

Picking her up in his arms; Len ignored the rising sun with relative ease as they returned toward their small home.

With her body cavity now in the male's arms and feet dangling, arms kept their place around his neck, eyes blinking before her head tilted to the side, her cranium now resting on his shoulder as hues looked upwards to meet his. " Why do the cats avoid the door? Are they not hungry? I can give them attention. They don't have to stay shut in. So why do the cats not signal me? Are they busy napping? "

Eyes closed for a moment or two, delicate digits tangling themselves within the male's golden locks in a rather affectionate manner. " This look seems to please you more. The cat purrs at the sight. I wish to keep the cat purring as that means the cat is happy. "

The high pitched tweet of the red whistle blew; signalling Rin that it was time for their rest. The graves need no guarding during daylight hours; souls customarily came at night so they may rest and become energetic for the next shift, so to speak.

"Rin. It’s time to come in."

That was all he said; awaiting her figure to be seen. Eyes scanned the fields of graves —— as beautiful as a flower garden, he assumed.

The sound of that familiar whistle carried so easily across the vast city; only for her ears alone to vibrate to. Ah; It was time to head back to the familiar graveyard after a hardy night of gathering souls that needed to pass on to Heaven or go to Purgatory for their judgement.

Exhaling a small sigh, the girl faded instantly from the lightly tinted road from the rising sun only to appear beside the male seconds later and hadn't changed her form.

Wrapping sleeved arms around the male's neck, her cloudy eyes met his own, lips forming into a small pout. " Cats weren't scratching at the door, They weren't crying ' let me out let me out '. They still had their claws and the door was unharmed. "