20... when doves cry | voice
He's gone.
[ A moment's pause and the sound of someone yelling in the background about getting back to work. ]
It's still going to happen. I don't care what it takes.
Hey, human! I said get back to work!
Fuck off.
What did you say?
[ There's the sound of a chair scraping across the floor right before the feed is terminated. ]
[ooc; Tohma ( Read more... )
[ A moment's pause and the sound of someone yelling in the background about getting back to work. ]
It's still going to happen. I don't care what it takes.
Hey, human! I said get back to work!
Fuck off.
What did you say?
[ There's the sound of a chair scraping across the floor right before the feed is terminated. ]
[ooc; Tohma ( Read more... )
[That's the whole 'enraging homicidal aliens thing' again.
It's also Shiro suddenly standing behind you, face turned in your direction but eyes on Big Bright and Bugly.
He's the master of eloquence, really. Which is why Bugly is a word of course ]
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[ And he really doesn't seem to be in too much trouble, given that he is being glared at by the huge hulking cow-like alien with horns. ]
How's it going?
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[Noooot that he was actually looking for -also, vegan food, really now?-- but who cares about such boring things as the truth..?
Not much trouble indeed. Shiro cuts his eyes to you; if that...bull wants to fight, he can, he just shouldn't expect to get away with it.]
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[ Ryuuichi had picked up one of the knives he was given as a chef. This one was long and thin made for slicing items into thin designs and intricate cravings. It was very sharp if the way he casually used it to gut a pepper with a simple flick and then pointed it tip first at the cow-like alien. ]
I've been craving steak all day.
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[And you don't step in when somebody has drawn a weapon, you don't, really. Shiro has learned this lesson early and usually listens to it, but now he moves his hand up Ryuuichi's free arm, fingers curling around his elbow.
There's neither strength nor warning in that touch.]
Don't think he'll be good for that. He'd taste rancid, I'm sure.
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[ He still is holding the knife like he was ready to stab someone though he had turned his head to look at Shiro more. The alien cow was backing away slowly, no doubt trying to get out of Ryuuichi's sight before the singer decided to taste him and find out if he was really steak material. ]
Or purple. He may taste purple.
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[And why that might have been, he will not say. Instead he'll use his other hand to reach around Ryuu, moving into something that could look like an hug but isn't.
Going for the knife here; give it to him Ryuu? Chances are he won't let go that easily.]
Brightly coloured things, they like to be poisonous.
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[ And Ryuuichi would lean back into the embrace, eyes slitting and his smile flowing into honeyed poison even as the alien makes good his escape. ]
But I really wasn't going to lick him.
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[That's his pride speaking here, as you might notice. Still, beside the slight sting in his words he'll stay, easily balancing your weight against him, head turning to you.
That's eye level right there, and he hadn't had that in a long time.]
Good. That kind of person shouldn't rouse your hunger.
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[ He is looking back out of the corner of his eyes, that sly little smile on his lips and his fingers around the knife still hanging on tightly. He does drop the pose, the knife's tip dipping towards the cutting board though. ]
And what kind should?
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[And in what direction this comment falls is hard to say. There's the clear ring of sex, but at the same time there are Shiro's fingers leaving your hand, the hilt in favour of curling around the blade without drawing blood.]
The people who are good. Beautiful not because of the thoughtless proportions of their face but because of what they carry inside themselves. They're a rare treat.
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[ And if he wanted to tug away the knife, Ryuuichi would let him, his free hand reaching up to fist in Shiro's hair. It was almost like a scene for a trashy kind of novel, but there was a distinct lack of breasts and an added knife. ]
Have you met many of those?
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[At that, his muscles lock up and for a moment the line of his mouth is drawn sharp, slightly open, his teeth bared. Trust Ryuu to find the one physical intimacy Shiro dislikes.
He takes a breath, then relaxes. With his eyes on half mast he moves even closer, pocketing the knife in the bodysuit. He doesn't mind that Ryuu can see it.
Doesn't mind the position and what it entails, either.]
No. Even less of those who're good and willing to fight for what they believe in.
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[ And he notices the tension in the body behind hind him and lets go of his hair, instead stroking down along his scalp as far as he could reach. The knife was forgotten for the moment as Ryuuichi relaxed further, letting out his breath with a low hiss. ]
To fight and to always be strong in the face of the world that hates them... There is goodness there.
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[That is----better. Still not something Shiro is, in any way, used to, or something he normally allows, but he can enjoy this. He tilts his head into the touch, pulling you fully against him now.]
'es. I thought that this kind of person didn't exist any more, for a long time.
Let us go, this is not a place I want to stay in.
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[ All that energy was trapped inside him, his body relaxed yet filled with a kind of coiled energy. Ryuuichi breathes in, his chest expanding and his throat taunt. ]
Sometimes... That person is buried under the mask of normalcy.
I really do not want to be here either.
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