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Piggybacking off of the idea that anything in life was easy was dangerous, as much as it was foolish. Gin was convinced he finally had a streak of good luck the night that he met Kosuke, and now that he was here with him, his superstitions felt as if they'd been proven right before he could even truly address them. How long was this going to last? Hopefully as long as it needed to stop making him feel so kitschy about this man, barely older than him, embroiled in the same downwards spiral, just …

These furry bastards were always so unpredictable and noisy - arresting any of them never was fun, especially if he wasn't equipped for it, which was the case right at this moment. What a shame; a pair of silver handcuffs would be in order for disturbing the peace in his home and worming his way into the safe space that Ros had carefully curated over the years. "Who? We both can guess that much.", he answered Nathan on the werewolves behalf, who almost seemed like he didn't want to talk more tha…

"You're fine. No harm done." Gin had meant it when he said it - Kosuke could be what he had called himself if he really wanted to, maybe that was something they could try. Weren't they a good fit for one another anyway, though? No matter what, they could just rely on each other for all of this, the remainder of their relationship, even if it would eventually find itself faltering, years down the line. For now, it was too early to think about such things, but Gin didn't want to delude himself - t…

“Abnormal sounds about right.”, he confessed and once he thought about it just the slightest bit more, it did indeed make perfect sense. Not only were there a bunch of people that he hoped to never look at for too long, some of them also behaved oddly - not all of them his clients, thankfully, but the break room was indicative enough of just who came and went through their revolving doors sometimes. “You’re the peace and quiet I deserve?”, Gin was quick to tease Kosuke, as soon as it got brought…

"Aw, don't be like that.", he giggled likewise. Gin liked the Kosuke the way he was, with all the flaws he seemingly had, but he had to admit that the two of them were fooling around a whole lot - it didn't matter if it hurt them both in the end, seemingly, and instead they were both attached to one another willingly. "Wouldn't take me for the type, hm? But yes, I do." The redhead would call himself reserved for a reason; he loved to be listened to, as much as he liked listening and hearing abou…

"That's alright.", he reassured Kosuke. Maybe one day, he'd be less embarrassed of all of this, knowing that he'd not make a change if he tried to, the moment he entangled himself in this web of lies and false promises. For now, he was still convinced that he'd make it work somehow, but deep down, he already had this foreboding sense of dread plagueing him, knowing that, in no uncertain terms, his relationship with Kosuke was most likely doomed. But why care now, of all things? "Not too many sti…

"No offense taken, I'm sorry if that came off rude.", Gin apologized for his brash answer. Was he being too much? He couldn't say - Kosuke put up with him just the way he was, no matter what his mind was trailing off to it seemed, even when he was feeling like a victim to one of his whims every once in a while. "I'd like to hear that, I think you have a few interesting stories up your sleeve here and there." A giggle followed that asinine statement. That life he didn't lead was seemingly catchin…

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…