[Drabble] Pariah
Title: Pariah
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Noiz, Clear
Word Count: 300
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Noiz goes to Aoba's house, expectantly bumping into Clear.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Prompt: writerverse : Challenge #02: Monthly/Mini Table of DOOOOM! (Phase 8)
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“You’re here again, I see,” Clear tilted his head, pale mauve eyes watching the other male with a childlike curiosity. “Master is out right now, maybe I can be of service to you.”
Noiz shot a narrowed glare at the masked boy, tongue pressing to the flat stud on the inside of his lip, wiggling the piercing in his aggravation that he seemed to always resort to, “No.” Fuming with quiet anger, Noiz shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing around the small front yard.
He'd known that Aoba hadn't been home, which had been the reason why he had planned to break into the oblivious boy's bedroom to get another in depth look at his computer, but he hadn't expected Clear to actually be snooping about as well. Crinkling his nose, Noiz went to turn away, as Clear slid off the roof to land on his feet, hands in coat pockets. With the gask mask on, it was very difficult to read Clear.
“You do not want to wait for Master?” he asked, unsure of why Noiz was deciding to leave without question.
Giving a roll of his eyes, Noiz faced him, not seeing anything he could read in the way Clear stood nor in his masked facial expressions, “He's not here, I'm not wasting my time waiting.”
“Why not? Master would enjoy the company,” Clear whined.
Noiz raised a slender eyebrow, “I don't think he'd really want to see me.”
“Master would!” Clear stepped forward, voice a high pitched whine, causing Noiz to step back in a conditioned response.
“A pariah does not warrant attention other than hate,” Noiz said evenly, before he cleared his throat, tongue pressing to the flat backing of his piercing stud as he turned to walk away, already planning on his next move.
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Noiz, Clear
Word Count: 300
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Noiz goes to Aoba's house, expectantly bumping into Clear.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Prompt: writerverse : Challenge #02: Monthly/Mini Table of DOOOOM! (Phase 8)
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“You’re here again, I see,” Clear tilted his head, pale mauve eyes watching the other male with a childlike curiosity. “Master is out right now, maybe I can be of service to you.”
Noiz shot a narrowed glare at the masked boy, tongue pressing to the flat stud on the inside of his lip, wiggling the piercing in his aggravation that he seemed to always resort to, “No.” Fuming with quiet anger, Noiz shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing around the small front yard.
He'd known that Aoba hadn't been home, which had been the reason why he had planned to break into the oblivious boy's bedroom to get another in depth look at his computer, but he hadn't expected Clear to actually be snooping about as well. Crinkling his nose, Noiz went to turn away, as Clear slid off the roof to land on his feet, hands in coat pockets. With the gask mask on, it was very difficult to read Clear.
“You do not want to wait for Master?” he asked, unsure of why Noiz was deciding to leave without question.
Giving a roll of his eyes, Noiz faced him, not seeing anything he could read in the way Clear stood nor in his masked facial expressions, “He's not here, I'm not wasting my time waiting.”
“Why not? Master would enjoy the company,” Clear whined.
Noiz raised a slender eyebrow, “I don't think he'd really want to see me.”
“Master would!” Clear stepped forward, voice a high pitched whine, causing Noiz to step back in a conditioned response.
“A pariah does not warrant attention other than hate,” Noiz said evenly, before he cleared his throat, tongue pressing to the flat backing of his piercing stud as he turned to walk away, already planning on his next move.