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Kotomine_Rin:
Yang Xiao Long
Eh? He just blinked at the sudden reciprocal forehead poke. For a moment, he just had to stand there and let it sink in, gaping sheepish smile and all.
"...Pffffffffffffffffttt! Are you for real?" And all of a sudden he burst into a wheezy laugh, the kind where he waas visibly holding his chest in order to not choke on it. Oh god, oh god, it felt like his heart was about to burst! He was going to die! Haha!
And then he suddenly stopped. He just stared at her wide eyed at the realization.
"Oh god. You are. Holy fucking shit dude." He didn't sound like he was laughing now. No, it was more inbetween frankly horrified and utterly shocked.
"Okay, ummm..." Shit, was she like a kid or something? I mean, she was cute as hell, but this didn't feel right. "I mean, it's not like I'm some sadistic freak who gets off others pain. If you got hurt by someone else, I'd probably be upset."
Okay, he was bullshitting here, he'd actually probably not care at all. But it might make her feel better? So maybe he did care a bit.
"I just figure anyone could use a friend, yknow? No pain or conditions attached."
yinsukin:
Aruna
Aruna glared at him. "So you get mad at me for laughing at you, then you start laughing at me..... Typical human, what a hypocrite...."
The demon stood up again, placing a finger on her cheek, letting her thoughts wander. Basically, he got jumped by an evil demon, was told he was not worth eating and now wants to be her friend. What could he possibly..... No. It wasn't worth thinking so hard about.
She moved in closer, so close that the only distance between her lips and his was a thin layer of air. "Well I like pain," she said, flashing her fangs. "Well I am a sadistic freak who gets off to pain. In fact, I love pain so much that the souls that taste the best to me are the ones steeped in it. I suppose I don't mind acknowledging this bond we have, but tell me what you desire. I must know."
Kotomine_Rin:
Yang Xiao Long
Woah woah woah woah! Slow down, slow down! He knew it, she was trying to come onto him! Playing the innocent bird and getting him all soft and bothered, only to strike when he let his guard down. Good grief, why were all the cute ones always so difficult, and what was up with a question like this out of the blue anyways!? The more he thought about it, the more he was starting to turn red around the ears.
I want lotsa money!
I want cute girls to massage my feet!
I want to drink and party and karaoke all day!
I want to laze around and get fed grapes for doing that!
I want to be famous!
I want to live 100 years AND have all my daughters pay a visit when I'm on my hospital bed!
I want that super rare Rock n Roll vynil disc!
I want one of those Angel district whatsitsface girls to smooch me all over on the cheeks!
"I'm a simple man! If it's in this world, I sure as hell want it! I sure-"
As he said that, an image from long ago flashed in his mind. Lights surrounding him and his opponent, the cheers of thousands... and the kick that sealed the end of his dream.
I wanna be number one.
"Heh, I mean... not much." His eyes suddenly turned a bit darker, and he looked away for a second. There was death in his gaze. No, rather, those were the eyes of someone who had died once. "Besides, trash like me has no business wanting anything fancy. If something is worth coveting-"
He clenched his fist and pointed it to the sky, raised against the moon.
"Then get it with your own damn hands. If you can't even do that much, then that dream is nothing more than wishful thinking. Useless trash that'll just drag you down."
yinsukin:
Aruna
Aruna's eyes narrowed into a glare. Although it was not one of anger, but curiosity. "You smell bitter. I can't say its a pleasant one. No its not bitter but bitter sweet.... I wonder if that is how you taste...."
The demon finally took a step back, placing a hand on her hip. "And you didn't answer my question," she said with a raised eyebrow. "You speak so earnestly yet you smell so bitter. I didn't ask for vague idealism, I want to know the core of your being..."
Kotomine_Rin:
Yang Xiao Long
"Wha? I don't think I smell that bad..." He raised his arm and sniffed. Yep, not that horrible. He furrowed his eyes at the girl. "Quit yapping about nonsense. Besides, people aren't so one dimensional you can just tell what someone is the first time you meet em. What do I look like, a prophet? Gosh, this is way too much philo for one night..."
He shook his head and rubbed his temple like he had a headache. "Well, fine. I guess if I had to spell it out, I guess I -"
Drrrrrrrrrrringggggg! Drrrrrrrrrrrringgggggggggg!
A ringing sound interrupted him before he could finish. He glanced down at his pocket and opened up the flip phone. "Oh shit... sorry, one moment."
He was used to getting calls for work related shit, but if he was getting a call from that mumber, that meant shit was serious. He okayed it and brought it to his ear, turning from the chick for a moment. He was all vulnerable and open as he took the call. "Yeah? What's wrong A?"
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