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Would they now? Yujin was overjoyed enough to hear that, he was almost ready to jump around like a headless chicken - not that he never did that before, given his track record for behaving, but what else was he to do? Just accept everything at face value? One thing was for sure; he'd make it, somehow, some way, and he'd make Richard proud, too, but first he had to leave. Right. There were other things that needed his attention and they both would benefit from having here, or actually, maybe Yuji…

Was he laying it on too thick? There was some hesitation in Kosukes answer, in his entire demeanor, actually and he felt as if he'd broken the poor man in half by saying that he, truly and surely, thought him to be cuter than a button at times. Gin should lay off from making this man feel like he was a schoolgirl in love, perhaps, but he knew better than to doubt himself at this point - he knew what he wanted, and who was to say he should deny himself a glimpse of that. "Maybe. And maybe I'm fin…

"You're handsome, your smile is cute, you're gentle, you're loving. Hm, let's see, what else ... you like stuffed toys, you act like everything you're being given is special in its own right. There's nothing you shirk at, but you can speak your mind if you don't like something. And you still treat me with care and dignity, which not a lot of people do." Not when they found out about what he did for work, anyway. Dating someone had been a monumental task before, not one Gin had seriously consider…

Gin was seldom truly sad, in fact, he was simply not used to letting his emotions get the better of him - whether or not that was for better or worse. And why would he? For him, there genuinely was no need to, not in many way at least, and Kosuke made him feel save, too. Why worry about the fine print now, when his body was warm and every single word was one that would only make him happier? "Me? No, you're cuter.", he agreed to disagreed, surely, but they both were their own subset of the word,…

Was he performing tonight? It was a question that put him in Lucy's crosshairs, so much so that he had completely ignored everything else that she had mustered the courage for in that short, blinking moment that they had breathed in one anothers direction. Josiah was disturbed - he was the worst, he knew that, he made Louis suffer on his behalf, and he put him through much more than he should, and yet, he was only met with kindness in any instances, from both him and Lucy right now. Why did ever…

With Kosuke here, he felt as if the world itself had frozen in time and stood still to capture this serene moment of intimacy, shared only by two forlorn, forbidden lvoers that could not take their hands off of one another. When was the last time he felt so loved, so cherished and cared for? Whenever he was with Kosuke, it seemed as if those things were a standard that nobody else would adhere to, and to actually find someone that did, he'd have to break his own back tenfold just to make it thro…

Was he offended by not being seen as the same vicious beasts as his family was? Maybe, but even then, it barely scratched the surface - Ros was one of the few that didn’t need to worry about anything, one of those that, despite everything, had nothing to fear and to not be considered as gruesome as his peers felt sort of like it was a bad joke, in a way, it hurt him, too. But did he was to be a ruthless monster? No, he’d left that life behind because he’d never felt quite sentient around them, m…

Ros was used to their conversations ending on this note - one found a flaw in the other and couldn't stomach what was being said, and yet, he wasn't a youngster anymore, he was well over a hundred years old at this point, even if barely, but he wasn't as childish and as stupid as he had been before anymore. Yet, what Nathan said, was it not true? Ros bit his lower lip - he was getting confused on whether or not he should say something or shut the fuck up already. Right. "Why are you like this?" …

Being stared down by Nathan never felt nice - it often seemed like he was pulling out some sort of trick, like he never meant it seriously, but Ros knew this man, and he'd lived together with him for too long; they had been the same person for many years, deeply in love, to the point where they failed to pinpoint their own shortcomings just ever so slightly, couldn't tell where one of them ended and the other began, and yet, right now, it was as if the magical bandaid of love had been torn of an…

"That's not ... okay, I'll let you believe that.", he told Nathan, even when he wasn't sure of anything himself. What was true was that something had, most likely, happened but Ros wouldn't be pulled apart by something like that for reasons like that. No, there was something other at work, and that was, without a doubt, something he couldn't and wouldn't be able to change. He'd simply be tired, he'd excuse himself. Right. Like always. Roscoe simply rolled his eyes at the next remark. "I'm not go…

"I don't think anything can.", Ros said, matter of factly quite a ways too confident, knowing that he was - maybe - being too soft on someone that hardly ever deserved his kindness anymore. Why care to fight with him now? Was he even willing to? There was something so wrong about all of this in the first place that really, it did not matter. Roscoe sneered at the mans comment, rubbing the bridge of his nose in the process as he hid his discomfort by stretching thereafter, as if he'd simply not s…

“Thankfully it doesn’t affect me much, but if you think about, let’s see, pixies? I think they’d implode on the spot. Who knows what it does to a regular shapeshifter.” Ros didn’t want to find out what his - in theory more dynamic, more human counterparts - could actually bring to the table in that regard. To him, this artifact was about as useful as a broken bone to a slobbering, hungering mutt on a short leash; it would perhaps satisfy some parts of their hunger, yet hurt them in the process a…

What was it that bothered him, still? Nathan did smell like him, still, yet, it had been long enough for him to have a scent of his own again, for Ros to be alert and his senses to tell him when or where he moved, but that, too, was dulled in its own way, wasn't it? There was something, be it through the endless wanton for this mans soft touch or the hatred for the person he'd become, that Ros forced himself through the feelings he couldn't quite pinpoint. Against all expectation, he felt like h…

This was a mistake. To fall for the tricks of the mundane, was, too. Ros was failing himself, but not just that, he was also failing others. In theory, maybe he was absolutely and undoubtedly smitten by the idea of this working out, but the grim reality of it was that, after everything he’d done, he now stood in his doorframe, a bag whisked out of his hand and the promise of nothing else left. Right. He closed the door, locked it and foisted the key away, onto a hook. Afterward, he was quite a w…

With his things packed back up, Ros had made his way out of the building again - his coworkers, some of them at least, had given him quite the stare-down, hoping he'd disappear back into thin air and not annoy them for the rest of their shifts and today, they actually got what they wanted, if only because Ros didn't want or need to be here in the first place. Where were they even getting all of that energy from? Who even knew. Not that he cared. As he put his coat back on, the map neatly folded …

That morning he'd made the unanimous decision that it was time he got out there - he found the spare apartment someplace, factually not too far from the cupboard he'd imagined it to be in, and had snuck out rather quietly, while Nathan still seemed to be quite a ways asleep. Ros needed a moment, he needed some silence and some distance to order the thoughts in his head away from the feelings he still thought himself to be experiencing after all this time - there was nothing, they weren't connect…

Ros didn't say anything about that thereafter - it didn't help that the two of them usually fought, so getting into the thick of it now wasn't something he deeply desired, or even wanted to happen in the first place. It was simply better they both shut themselves up for now, and then, when they actually had somethink to share with one another, they could back to what they wanted to actually confer to one another - if there was anything. Did he know? Was he aware? Who knew. Ros was his own bundle…

With the topic dropped, their conversation felt much better, much safer for Ros to continue - even though there was nothing to really feel save about here, he was the predator and Nathan the prey, and he felt as if something was off if they kept digging into his flaws? Maybe, Ros just enjoyed being hypocritical for the sake of it, which many a time meant that he was right on the money, he just simply did not like admitting to his own problems and thought that, if he was lucky, he'd be able to wi…

Was Nathan right? Ros didn't want him to be right, but he was, for the first time in maybe a while of recent memory, this man was more right than Ros wanted him to be and maybe, just maybe, that hurt ever so slightly, knowing that he'd always deny him that before, tried to fit in, and now, he just ... was right about it all. Would Ros ever admit to it? He didn't know. Fuck, he hardly knew if he wanted to hear this, but today wasn't the day to get shmarmy or up in arms about certain things, espec…

Ros raised an eyebrow then shook his head. Nathan misunderstood. "I don't like meat when it's mushy. But to keep it eatable, it has to be frozen, which makes it mushy. It's pretty disgusting. But I'm also not thrilled to hunt, at least when I'm ... like this. Sometimes some less fun parts of me get the better of me, especially when I'm hungry, and then it's not about needing to eat, but like if a well-fed housecat found a mouse that runs but never hides.", he explained his problems away as Natha…