He knew better than to have gone outside without a coat, but he didn't do it cause it would get in the way of the war game. (And boy was that a fiasco.) Not to mention he was around Nathan, who had caught something before that
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It was a stupid idea and really, I should have known better. Taking more than half the school and releasing them on the grounds with guns and live ammo was a recipe for a damned fiasco. Ok, I wanted the opportunity to play with the guns and see if there were any magical sort of toys that I could take back for Edward.
All it got me was a shot in the leg and an encounter with a very strange vampire.
Which is why I was sitting in the common room, a book in my lap, my Firestar tucked beneath it and a mug on the table within easy reach. Hey, old habits die hard.
I nodded at the fellow in the glasses and murmured direction to a house elf. He promptly returned with a mug for the man buried in his work.
"My grandmother's never-fail cure. Ponche Naviedeno and it does wonders for seasonal headaches."
"Yes. Without a jacket, which didn't help. While around someone who was ill, which didn't help. And then...I don't even know what happened. All I concluded is that Sparkleboy's an idiot and the Baron just used us."
Kuronue wasn't in the Hufflepuff common room because he was stalking Kayo. He wasn't hiding from Yukimura either. Nope. He was...er...
Oh look! It's that dick that tried to shoot him in the war game! Still suffering from his fight with Akabane and dripping blood from various places, Kuronue slumped into a chair beside Ofdensen. "Yo," he said, grinning at him. He held no hard feeling against the man, but he was curious to see exactly how protective of those boys of his he was.
Ofdensen looked up. Oh look, it's the jackass that tried to shoot everyone.
He looked up and down Kuronue, taking note of all his injuries. "I hope you get those treated soon. It wouldn't do at all to get blood everywhere and possibly spread something, would it?" he said in his no-nonsense voice.
Kuronue leaned towards Ofdensen in his chair. "Isn't that my line? You don't look to healthy, I might catch something." Not that demons ever got something as small as a cold or anything.
He rubbed his bleeding arm on the chair just to piss the bastard off, grinning all the while.
A pair of hands reached from behind to lightly push Ofdensen's away and massage his temples for him. A second later their owner leant over and pressed a kiss to Ofdensen's forehead, not particularly caring that he was doing something so painfully unmetal in so public a place.
"Hey," Nathan said quietly, voice still hoarse from his own lingering cold. "Guess I did get you sick, huh?"
"Good. Then it won't matter if we do swap germs now." And with that, Nathan moved and leant lower to kiss Ofdensen's mouth, then went back to massaging his temples for him. His hands were for the moment still cold enough it would probably feel good. "Am I interrupting?"
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All it got me was a shot in the leg and an encounter with a very strange vampire.
Which is why I was sitting in the common room, a book in my lap, my Firestar tucked beneath it and a mug on the table within easy reach.
Hey, old habits die hard.
I nodded at the fellow in the glasses and murmured direction to a house elf. He promptly returned with a mug for the man buried in his work.
"My grandmother's never-fail cure. Ponche Naviedeno and it does wonders for seasonal headaches."
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"Thank you," he said, taking a sip.
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Oh look! It's that dick that tried to shoot him in the war game! Still suffering from his fight with Akabane and dripping blood from various places, Kuronue slumped into a chair beside Ofdensen. "Yo," he said, grinning at him. He held no hard feeling against the man, but he was curious to see exactly how protective of those boys of his he was.
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He looked up and down Kuronue, taking note of all his injuries. "I hope you get those treated soon. It wouldn't do at all to get blood everywhere and possibly spread something, would it?" he said in his no-nonsense voice.
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He rubbed his bleeding arm on the chair just to piss the bastard off, grinning all the while.
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"Hey," Nathan said quietly, voice still hoarse from his own lingering cold. "Guess I did get you sick, huh?"
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