Don't Trust a Snake

Let's peel away the lies, shall we? (Fandom Friendly, OC friendly, and generally friendly! NSFW might happen!)

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((Not going to be on for the next few days.

Something has come up that has royally killed my good mood.

Fucking college)

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PSA that if your native language isn’t English and you toOK THE TIME TO LEARN ENGLISH AND RP IN ENGLISH you are actually hella cool and I understand if you make typos and grammar errors and I won’t judge you and I’ll probably just be all “Hey for future reference—-” because we all make mistakes. And if is a dick to you about it, challenge them to RP in your native language and laugh when it translates to “Either the fish goes or next Thursday” or some shit.

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Makoto grabs a marker and writes on Hazama's cheek Captain Of My Ass.

Hazama looked in the mirror, and made an uncertain noise.

"I’m not certain if that’s meant to be an insult… or someone’s trying to flirt."

Hazama shrugged, “Either means I’m hated or wanted. Not gonna lie, either’s fine.”

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Makoto chuckled, shaking her head, finding the situation amusing. She knew that Hazama was smart, he would come easily to her, but now she could not help it. "But, you did not find the body of evidence, so can not point the finger at me so freely, Captain." ahw said approaching him, a few millimeters away from that face as sharp as a razor. "Don’t you want to try to find it?"

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"Nanaya," Hazama began, rolling his eyes, knowing exactly where she would hide the 'evidence', "I mentioned something about women storing something somewhere. I know where you've hidden it, I'm just not going to root around for it." He sighed, leaning away from her somewhat, "It'd be... inappropriate."

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Turns out, yes. Genetics is a weird mistress. To be honest, I’ve seen weirder. Ever see that lady with rainbow hair? How does that work!?

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"I have actually," she laughed. "Well, regardless of the strange mystery of genetics I think the color suits you. My name is Celia, by the way," she smiled.

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"Glad to know I'm not just imagining that then. And thank you for compliment, miss Celia. Captain Hazama, at your service," He offered a low bow, sweeping the hat from his head, and grinned at her.

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"Only a little." Senketsu laughed quietly. 

"It’s not as bad as it sounds really. Just the baths. Otherwise.. I can enjoy it because of my friends. " Senketsu perked himself back up and faced the man. 

"So then, think you’ve attained plenty of notes?"

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"Seems you place a lot of trust in your friends. I guess those must have been some rather stressful battles. And, ah, yes, I have made several useful notes. Mostly theoretical stuff at the moment," he said, clasping the note book closed.

"Thank you for being so patient with me."

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Makoto grabs a marker and writes on Hazama's cheek Captain Of My Ass.

Hazama looked in the mirror, and made an uncertain noise.

"I’m not certain if that’s meant to be an insult… or someone’s trying to flirt."

Hazama shrugged, “Either means I’m hated or wanted. Not gonna lie, either’s fine.”

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Makoto blushed slightly to hear the last part of what Hazama had said, but immediately smiled, and gave back the handkerchief stained with black ink. A somewhat amused laughter escaped from her rosy lips, shaking her head slightly, as she backed a few steps. "Why do you think that I was the one to write such a thing on your face?"

The beastkin continued to smile, while remained stationary before the man, but she was ready to flee if the situation had become much worse. “There is no evidence to say that it was me the guilty of this joke, Captain.”

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"Because, Makoto, you're the only one cheeky enough to try this, the only one who thinks they could get away with it," he said with his own smirk to her, and took the stained handkerchief and pocketed it.

"That, and the look on your face is a bit of a give away, Lieutenan. Having such fun at your Captain's expense. Shame on you," he chided, playfully.

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That fake smile that she wanted to destroy so much, she wanted to crush and break up so much, but Makoto stood there, staring blankly at Hazama, while waiting for a waiter to bring her what she had ordered. She would drink quickly, letting the flavor of the cocoa cream and vodka immediately went straight into the throat, without dwelling too much on the sweet taste of the liquor. Meanwhile, hazel eyes moved toward the door, which slowly opened and the warm air of the hot summer immediately went into a slight hiss that did dampen her breath, Makoto trembled like rushes, reeds below the lash of the wind.

As soon as the door opened, soon after it was closed and new customers went into the bar, making her feel trapped, while that filthy snake continued to tighten her in the coils of his long tail, ready to devour the small squirrel in one gulp. “It’s hot today,” she said suddenly, as she doffed her hat from her head, showing her squirrel ears. Her eyes studied every detail of the bar, along with the movements of customers, the bartender hidden behind the counter, where the stools were all occupied by new customers. Soon, the entire room was filled with the chatter of the people present there, and Makoto felt deafen her ears. She put the hat on the table, and crossed her long legs.

"My problem has to do only with me, Captain." She said quietly, hiding her emotions, letting the tremor did not take the upper hand on her. She wanted to appear calm, so that Hazama could not understand anything of what she was hiding. The girl needed to be in the NOL in order to better help those people in the Sector Seven. "If my problem had to deal with the NOL, I would have already informed one of my direct superiors, as you, Captain, but since it concerns the private life …"

Noel…Tsubaki…

She licked her lips, lowering her head. Her pointed ears seized the movement of steps and a young waiter served the cocktail that she had ordered. Makoto grabbed it and took a long sip from the pink straw, before returning her attention to Hazama. "How come you’re so curious to know what worries me, Captain? Don’t you have more important things to do?"

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He could see his smile had a very profound effect on her, see the dislike in her eyes, so expertly masked though. He admired that about her. She was strong enough to show that in her eyes, but knew to keep it veiled. Her drink arrived, thick and dark and rich, though she didn't seem to even enjoy it. "It is a bit of a scorcher today, you're right."

She was watching the room, as if analyzing the situation, planning... She was making sure she had exits, Hazama realised, and he sipped his drink. She was certainly a wise one. And he cocked his head when she spoke.

"Ah, well, if it is a personal problem, I have no right to pry, Lieutenant." He drained his drink and sat back, eyeing her calmly. He rolled the glass between his long fingers, the ice in the glass rattling slowly.

"I guess I'm just curious. I don't exactly find many opportunities to get to know my subordinates and colleagues outside of work. And well..."

Hazama thought of the piles of paperwork in his office and smiled, "Nothing that can't wait." 

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"Is your hair naturally green?"

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Turns out, yes. Genetics is a weird mistress. To be honest, I've seen weirder. Ever see that lady with rainbow hair? How does that work!?

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Makoto gulped loudly, as she saw Hazama spun around to take a seat at the table that she had indicated. She wondered if she should follow him or not, if she had to go through with it or that it was the right time to cut and run, fleeing away from that horrible snake. But, that was not the way to deal with that situation, but in the meantime she felt the coils of the snake around her body. She licked her rosy lips, deciding that it was better to follow him.

She began to move on legs that were shaking like twigs, as she felt the gaze of the people on her. Her long, fluffy tail moved quickly, but the girl suddenly stopped it, as she sat down slowly, watching the bartender to approach them, ready to take the order of the squirrel girl. "A chocolate martini." She said, deciding to take a cocktail, one of those she preferred to drink when she went out with Noel. A thought ran to her friend and her gaze returned on the captain of the NOL, who sat in front of her.

Help each other?

That thought almost made her want to laugh, in fact, Makoto shook her head as she fell her head, slipping in those deep eyes. A chill ran down her spine. “Thank you.” She said, looking up, trying not to be disrespectful. "But, it’s just a little of stress."

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He wondered if she'd try to flee, or attempt to make some excuse to evade him. She would, of course, try not to arouse suspicion, which would mean she'd have no choice but sit with him. He didn't even find himself hunting for an ulterior motive, but maybe pressing her for information would be something he could attempt. 

He settled into his seat, folding awkwardly as he sat down, and set his hat to one side. He sipped at the rim of his drink, savouring this one. When she sat down, he raised an eyebrow at her drink, but said nothing. He offered her that false smile he had perfected so well... but he had the feeling she'd be able to see past it.

"Well, Lieutenant, if it's a problem that you don't wish to share, it is hardly as if I can force you. If it is a military matter, however, as a direct superior, it would be wise to tell me now." He pierced her with a long stare, that smile never changing, "But I guess it has little to do with the N.O.L., does it?"

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Makoto grabs a marker and writes on Hazama's cheek Captain Of My Ass.

Hazama looked in the mirror, and made an uncertain noise.

"I’m not certain if that’s meant to be an insult… or someone’s trying to flirt."

Hazama shrugged, “Either means I’m hated or wanted. Not gonna lie, either’s fine.”

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Makoto watched Hazama intently as he had the handkerchief in his hand, trying to remove wha she had witten on his face. “So, it has been a chance that your eyes were right there on the neckline of my shirt, is not it?” she asked as she approached her captain, removing the handkerchief from his hand, as she stood on tiptoe, trying to help him.

"Maybe that’s better, is not it?" Makoto asked while the soft white cloth went up and down the man’s cheek as she looked into those golden irises, plunging into the gold sea he had in his orbits.

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He looked at his black stained handkerchief, sighing softly, and glanced over at her, "There is a chance it was indeed, Lieutenant. Is this a constant problem for you?" he asked, and relinquished the cloth to her.

He was surprised as she erased her ink, and met her gaze, locking eyes with those bright brown irises. She had an almost unnerving intensity in there. "Much better, thank you, Lieutenant. So, why did you feel the need to print that on my cheek?"

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Makoto opened her mouth but then closed it, not knowing what to say, as she felt to be under pressure, while those golden eyes seemed to devour her piece by piece, slowly tearing her, but it was only her feeling, a feeling that climbed along her legs, coming inside her like a miasma. She took a deep breath as she watched the captain of the NOL, as she scanned his stern and sharp face, as she wondered what she should do.

She licked her rosy lips as she felt her throat dry, parched and burning. “Oh, a drink would be fine if I’m not a bother.” She craned her neck, looking over the shoulder of the man and the smell of his skin came into her nostrils, together with that of clean clothes. “There is a table free down there, Captain.” Makoto said, continuing to show to all the respect that a subject could show a gaffer.

"Oh, do not talk about this, but let’s enjoy something fresh."

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He watched her, knowing that she was probably calculating as fast as he was, measuring her options, weighing the choices. He felt utterly calm, and he nodded to her, allowing a slow smile to spread over his lips. Truth be told, this cycle wasn't exactly looking to promise anything exciting, so he decided to kill time by simply... relaxing.

"It certainly wouldn't be a bother. I insist, afterall," he said with that ever reassured smirk. He took his drink, looking back over his shoulder at the table she had indicated, "Why, there certainly is. Good eye. Come along now, Lieutenant." He turned with that odd stride he had, walking to the table, putting a rather generous pile of change for the bartender to keep Makoto plied with alcohol whilst she was here. He sat down and grinned, "Please, Lieutenant, if there is a problem, don't hesitate to share it. After all, officers must support their subordinates."

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He chuckled, brushing back his hair and looking her in the eye. He stretched, groaning as he felt the tension in his back flare for a moment. "From the claw marks on my back and the way you called my name... A resounding yes~."

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