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[tridented]

Who: Rokudo Mukuro (tridented), Mutou Tohru (amicicidal)
What: A picnic, of sorts. WARNINGS: biting, fruitiness, and tsun.
Where: A totally not suspicious dark alleyway.
When: Backdated to the day the rain started.

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[amicicidal]

How dearly Tohru wishes that the lack of a proper day and night in this city would render his nightly need for blood null and void. Because this night also finds him sliding from alley to alley in search of some hapless prey. His gut is twisting in on itself once more, the pain curling up thick in his abdomen, and Tohru has to stop for a moment to lean against a nearby wall -- arm wrapped around his gut in an attempt to quell the pangs of hunger

[tridented]

The sound of Tohru's approach is muffled by patter of water on the streets, but there is no trace of surprise on Mukuro's features when he turns to Tohru, a small smile playing on his lips. Almost like he knew he was coming. But that couldn't be right, could it

/slowly tags from the airport ............

[amicicidal]

Tohru, of course, has no idea that his body is no longer solely his. After all, that nick of the trident had healed clean within seconds, and -- that sort of thing was impossible, right? (Just like bloodsucking undead

/slowly tags from home..... holy shit sorry i didn't mean to take forever

[tridented]

That gives a whole new meaning to the term hunger pangs, doesn't it? Of course, this begs the question of just how long Tohru can go before the hunger becomes something more, and drives him to the brink of madness. He wonders if he's tried