[Whatever, whatever, stop going on like an old man! But at least he's finally getting the damn beer out of the fridge. It only took forever!! As soon as that baby comes close, she'll be reaching out to grab a can for herself.]
So what are we gonna do to see who's holdin' up better?
[Arm wrestle?? Nah, too much effort, and he could probably pull something stupid over her in a physical match like that.]
[Jae-Ha is quick to respond, his hands grabbing at Mephisto everywhere, shifting and sliding as much as he can get away with. For once, he's allowed this, and he intends to make use of it. His nails dig in where they can, and he bites again at Mephisto's neck.]
You already have me so close... [God, he can't keep up with this...]
Mm... I do, don't I? [Those sharp teeth against his neck have him shivering, moving his own hand up to draw his nails along Jae-ha's back and into his hair. With his powers holding him up, be could focus on touching him more as he fucks him, holding him close and relishing the feeling of his body against his own.]
And I'm not going to let you go so easily... [The words come out so easily, not even thinking about how they sound in the context of what they're doing, or what they are to each other right now. Much as he might try and insist otherwise, they had more than just a strictly physical relationship by now.]
What can I say? Old habits die hard... but I'll have you know, I have far better ways to spend my time these days than to sit around watching from the shadows.
[She's... not going to ask what. Because it's probably terrible. She takes another drink, instead.]
I guess if you're not gonna waste your time watching weird anime, then ya gotta find something else to do.
[His figurines, lost to the storm. She didn't want to know what other kind of merchandise he owned, the fact that he had those toys out on his desk was enough to know that there was probably a room full of crap like that somewhere in the mansion.]
[Go! Go! Fantastical Kyoko-chan! or whatever crap he had on his desk was not what she would call fine art. Of course, Shura wasn't exactly an expert, but she had some common sense.]
We got phones or something like that, right? I'm sure you'll find somethin' to entertain you 'fore long.
You just can't appreciate the inherent complexities of Magical Girl Momo-chan!
[HUFFS and takes a drink, don't remind him anime is dead.]
--but that's what I said, isn't it? You know, there was a time when I lived before anime even existed. Or any number of modern conveniences... if anything, the world down there is far more familiar to me than it will be to you.
Yer not gonna get all sentimental and crap on me, are ya?
[To be fair, she was pretty isolated from the modern world until Shiro took her in. It wasn't like Hachiro kept up with technology and she wasn't getting invited to spend the night over at a playmate's house to watch whatever kiddie show was popular. But really, she didn't want to listen to him ramble about the good ol' days or whatever.]
Rin said somethin' 'bout dragons, though. They the only kind of threat down there?
Just who do you think you're talking to? [...arguably, he's been pretty sentimental lately, but he's not going to be that way with Shura.]
But no. In fact, I wouldn't even say the dragons are much of a problem, with how they've been domesticated by the people of Wyver.
Though there doesn't seem to be anything like demons, the local flora and fauna are rather comparable in terms of the sort of mischief they can cause for those who come across them. The cities themselves are relatively safe, but it seems one should be careful when exploring beyond their walls.
[They are three beers in, he could very well start waxing nostalgic! Well, Shura will be finishing up her can while he speaks. This is information she probably needs to know and wants to get, but just how much of it was she going to remember?]
Eeh, that sounds like a pain.
[Though if it meant work, then by all means! For as much trouble being an exorcist was, it wasn't like she had too many other mundane job skills. A ehole new world of problems to learn, though. Yikes.
But now her can's empty, and she lifts it towards Mephisto, shaking it to show that there was nothing left.]
[Nah, he was camping on it a little. These beers may taste cheap, but given what he's figured out from living on the planet below, the alcohol tended to be a little stronger than usual -- the same is probably true for anything the Natha keep up here...]
[But he'll finish it off now, throwing it back to drink down the rest like a champ.]
[Not too much, the liar. Lying lying liar pants. If there was only a little left, he wouldn't have to chug it down like that. What, was he hoping that if took his sweet time that he could somehow win this contest??
She kicks at at his chair, hitting one of the legs with the toe of her boot. She only means to tap it, but she might be using a little more strength than she intended. Oops!]
[Now see, Mephisto was already leaning dangerously back in his chair, only the two back legs on the ground. And while normally, the chair would probably fall without him and leave him floating in the air, when she kicks it, it's just enough force to throw him off balance... and send him falling backwards to the ground.]
[At least the beer is empty by then, but he still lets out a very graceful squawk when he lands.]
[Kale's more than a little shocked at the way he snickers, then outright cackles. Her eyes widen and she wonders just what she said that was so funny. She was talking about people losing their homes, after all, and he seemed like a nice person until now.]
[She's also surprised when he talks about telling lies and a little truth in it, and it's then that she realizes - he's likely not a local, after all, and instead is a fellow refugee.
Now she feels incredibly stupid for not realizing the truth. She's not even angry at him for having a little fun at her expense. She looks down at her lap, wringing her hands.]
W-why didn't you tell me that you were a refugee, too?
But she doesn't feel much remorse when he hits the ground. First off, he should have been drinking faster. Second off, wasn't it common sense not to be leaning back in a chair like that?? So there aren't any apologies coming from Shura. But at least she'll lean over to the side, casually checking to see if there was any blood on the floor.]
Eh, you still there?
[She can't hold back a snicker at the sight of him on the floor.]
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