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@singing-devil
Shiki, did you ever hook up with Gunji?
This has already been asked before, try searching through something next time.
"Yeh, didn'tcha know? Shiki and I are playin' all the time. Always hooking up like two little birdies.
I thought that was big news, KYAAHA~!"
heh. HYAHAHAA.
STILL ALIVE.
WHERE THE HELL IS MY OLD MAN?!
I THINK I KILLED SOMEONE IN THE HALL AND IT SMELLS ALL GROSS AND HE SHOULD HELP ME CLEAN IT UP BEFORE I ATTACK HIM IN HIS SLEEP.
Scratches butt.
cut them up? who- no, why on earth would anyone do or enjoy that?
uhhh..
...uhhhh............. cause' ............ S'fun?
singing-devil replied to your post: [ how do these house pets have access to so many…
I thought it would be funny.
are you the person that goes about, slapping the cat with a broom when it doesn’t do what you want?
Why would anyone slap a kitty? Ya just cut 'em up a little for fun! Get ta hear them nice screams like that... ngh.
Baby, you scary.
Nah, I'm not~
Callin' names'll get ya into trouble.
“oh? well the military that i’m apart of has all the big guns, endless supply of punk ass navigators, and weapons for my liking. if i wasn’t down here right now i’d be up in space zapping the shit out of enemies and watching them explode on the spot.”
he’s not sure what the other wants or why he’s even here. the last thing he and his roommate needed were pests running about.
“it’s alright, i’d rather die in my golden state than old and wrinkly. i’m not interested in the future, i’m interested in what’s happening now.”
The once executioner paused for a moment; leaving an silent atmosphere that seemed cold. But eventually he got to his feet with a lazy sway, or just from lounging around on his legs too long and all the blood had gone to his feet causing slight dizziness. But to his feet, which then were to the door.
Still, he turned. Grin wide and favorable over others. It was one of liking.
"I dig the attitude... heh. Later~~~~~♪"
And off he went singing through the corridors again.
The way his body just changed at the mention of what she was, caused her body to tense up, hands at her side. Was he the same as the people back at home? Those who hated her for what she was? The thought of it caused anger to flicker up inside, lips curling into a small snarl, sharp incisors peeking out.
Great, even here, she was despised. “I’m not a devil. I’m a half spirit.” His words had struck a deep cord inside of her. She was insulted. She wasn’t a beast, nor did she choose to be. It wasn’t her fault that her mother had been spirited away, and the result had been her.
She took a step back, hands edging their way under the skirt she had on to pull out her stick, just in case. If she had to protect herself against Gunji, then she would. She really didn’t want to fight though. “Those are two separate things. I don’t know what that person told you, but we aren’t evil.” She didn’t want to fight. She had promised Kushimatsu she wouldn’t get in trouble. “Calm down, and..I’ll let you touch my ears.” She hated forcing herself to say this, but hopefully, just hopefully, it would revert him back to normal.
It was interesting to him. So many times in the good ol' city of Toshima, the place of previous employ, had scared rule breakers been forced into a corner like this. They'd cower, they'd bed for extended survival... but once every rare occasion.. One would just snap. They'd scream and fight and call him wondrous names. The only one that ever stuck though was 'devil.' Someone had the guts to call him a devil, and even if he were stupid to his core on account of daily beatings from his partner- there was a cruel and ever so realistic side to Gunji that only ever came out when it was him?
And one other person to see.
"So you aint a devil, hah? Ya aren't evil?" he leered, no hesitation to take a step forward- but no further moves to insinuate he planned on straight up slicing her to pieces.
"What does it all mean... heh... hehaaha..." but then a hand by his side did move, a slow aching twist up to her hair, black nails digging into to soft strands and up and up and up. Until they graced almost gently despite every inch of his sanity wanting to grab those adorable little ears and wrench on them hard to hear a gorgeous scream. Tips only felt the fur as if he were petting a real cat..... or fox.
"...cute."
“i’m a military recruiter. i don’t actually teach or whatever—my roommate does. he’s in journalism.” cain points out as he sits up on his bed and watches the other carefully. kill a few kitties? man, was this guy fucking deranged? okay so cain was a killer but would he really kill animals? not really—not unless he was hungry.
that was an unsettling thought.
“what cigarettes and coffee? that’s all our room ever smells like.” he pulls a cigarette out and lights it.
"Yeah. I got that. Ya all got your stinky smokes. Man, you're gonna die young and that's no fun at all." Not unless it was by someone else's hand, a wink wonk.
Gunji turned to him, glanced him over, head to toe. Nice hair, cruel face. He could tell this guy certainly was a 'poochie' over a 'kitty' thus earned another grin.
"Eh... what? We actually have military? ...Fuckin' hate them punks. Used to be the army m'self."
yawn.
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Maybe the irritating thing about fighting, “playing” with him was he that he wouldn’t break down as easily as some prey. Then again, that made it more entertaining. Gunji let loose a maniacal shriek of laughter, somehow exhilarating Kiriwar into flashing his own delirious grin.
The same instant he shot up to swing those claws, Kiriwar barked a raucous laugh and jerked back. They grazed the camo shirt, which was still tainted with stains that wouldn’t wash out.
“Oi! Don’t tatter my favorite shirt or I’ll cave in more than just yer skull!”
But they had two different types of fighting styles. Kiriwar was more about beating and bludgeoning, very different from slashing and being agile like his shorter partner. So the instant he had enough room to swing, he did — right for Gunji’s abused head. If that didn’t work, he twirled the pipe and changed his tactic to jabbing it at his stomach.
“You’re gonna look like a leaking, rotten fruit by the time I’m done with you.”
Flipping, crawling, hanging off things really was his style after all. With only a slight graze and a teasing amount of red on the chest he so craved to see it, a growl left sneering lips. As usual, however, his recovery was fluent and fast and shortly despite the small throw back, his feet were poised in the middle of the hall again. What a sight for anyone that decided they wanted a potty break or something, to stumble across these two. Though, in thought- Gunji wouldn't have minded an audience. In fact it may have turned him on a little more.
Oops, lost in thought. Suddenly there was a ringing in his ears- a force that knocked his head down and caused a small hue of black to fuzz over in his sight. Mitsuko had gone BAM right onto his head. Though it wasn't unusual for him as the big man tended to get fucking trigger happy with that fucking pipe- it still hurt. Like fuck, and the wetness that slid from his forehead to his cheek informed the stupid blonde of the obvious. A nice bleed.
"H...-heh.... HEH... HYAH... HAAHAHAAHAAAA!!!! HA! That's right, more.. MORE!! I wanna hear you scream too, Jiji!"
Despite first blood to his partner, soon claws where extended to the ceiling, snagging something he knew not, and rose him from the ground and into a swing. Clearly his whole body had stiffened with arousal; but all that would be coming Kiriwar's way was the sight of his boot heels aimed at his face.
It just took a minute for his words to register in her brain, cheeks turning a dark red. “…HAAA!?”
Gunji, pls. Think about what you’re saying. “Are you crazy!?” She snarled out, said ears folding flat against her head in displeasure. “Like hell I’m going to let those nasty fingers get anywhere near me!” Touching someone’s ears to her, was like touching their breasts or crotch. It was not allowed. Especially to a complete stranger. “Don’t even think about it.”
Or else her blade would be aimed at his neck. Giving an indignant sniff, she crossed her arms, eyeing the other with a look of distaste. “Do you know what demons are? That’s what I am. I’m just half human, have demon. But where I’m from they are called half-spirits.”
"Awwww c'mon kitten, no need to be shy! I'll take good care o' ya, Promis---" ...
Suddenly his lips stopped with the stupid comments, for once he actually paid attention to what she said and thus caused a strange reaction. His face went blank, then took a certain darkness to it at the mention of 'demon'. He stood strait. Leered down.
"Demon... heh... Like the devil right............... someone called me that... Devil... didn't know what it meant.... I know what they are, kitty. I know." Suddenly another urge quickly replaced that of his childish desire.
Mama Gunji, you're so kawaii!
Mama Gunji takes care of her baby kittens! Keeps 'em warm n' gives them lots of milk!
