RP Log: Kajimoto, Akutsu
Who: Kajimoto and Akutsu with a tiny dose of Lucky
When: Tonight, February 10
What: We'll call it PG 'cause of Jin's mouth
Why: Ventrue is fed up. Tzimisce is not helping. Conflict results.
Too much. It was just too damn much! Kajimoto slammed his way out of his chair and grabbed his suit jacket, stalking out of his office. He was seething, furious, aggravated beyond anything he'd ever felt in his hundreds of years. He slammed himself into his car, started it up, and went roaring down to the seedier part of town. He'd had enough. That Tzimisce had gotten on his nerves for the last time...the very last time. This was ending tonight, somehow or another.
Akutsu was sitting behind the counter of his parlor, knitting something or other. It was the only thing he could do at the moment, though he'd been reknitting the same goddamned line for three hours now. That fucking Ventrue pissed him off to no end but he had no desire to go and do anything about it. He prefered to just be his normal shut in self.
Kaji was weaving his way through traffic with a deftness that belied his sheer overwhelming anger. How he made it through Tokyo without killing himself was a mystery. He found his destination, parking a little ways away and stalking towards the parlor. He thumped the door open, standing there and glaring. "You."
"What?" he said, looking up with angry yellow eyes. No, he did not like being barged in on by people he had some sort of profound hatred for. No, not at all. He set down his knitting needles and stood up, placing a hand on the glass counter.
"This STOPS." Kajimoto pointed an accusing finger at the elder Tzimisce. "You have been haunting me night in, night out, since the moment I clapped eyes on you. Get the hell out of my head and leave me alone!" He was out of his mind furious. Beyond it. He had no idea what the hell was going on either.
"Listen, I thought you were some smarty pants lawyer. So why the FUCK can't you understand the fucking words coming out of my mouth. I. Am. Not. Doing. A. God. DAMNED. Thing. To. YOU!" he very slowly pronounced all his words, tempted to say them in a few more languages so that maybe the stupid ventrue would get the picture.
"You're doing SOMETHING because I do not get myself haunted." Kajimoto growled, abruptly looking very formidable indeed. "Goddamn you. Goddamn you and your motherfucking bizarre insistence on staying the one place you are NOT welcome!" He curled his hand into a fist, and slammed it into his other hand. "I'm sick of this. I can't be dealing with the city and the attacks AND this bullshit." You knew it was serious if the Ventrue was swearing.
The words got a very inhuman smile out of the Tzimisce, pirahana like fangs bared and glinting in the light. "Oh..so sorry Prince. You think I give a shit if you have to run your precious city. You're nothing but a fucking figure head anyways. And as I said, don't want to be in your head, don't fucking care about you or who you are...not goddamned interested in your body or your mind. So maybe you have a little crush...." He hissed the last words, pushing buttons as hard as he could.
"I would NEVER have a crush on something like you!" Kajimoto snarled. Figurehead whatever. He knew better. "I hate you. I hate you. Go away go away go AWAY!!" He'd throw something if he had anything to throw. As it was, he didn't, so he just punched the doorframe.
Yeah, whatever. "Then why are you freaking out, Princess?" He thought that was more appropriate...considering the other was freaking out like a woman. He shifted to stand, cracking his shoulders. The holywater cuts were pink and fresh on his neck and lower arms still, the scars slowly beginning to raise and become permanent on the skin.
"Princess??" Growl. GROWL. Don't go and insult his masculinity. He was beyond livid and about ready to kill something. God help the poor innocent who found himself under Kajimoto's fangs tonight. "Because I hate you with an unholy passion, that's why. I. Hate. You." He flexed his fingers, preparatory to punching the wall again.
"Then why are you here?" he grinned again, absolutely sadistic with the annoyance the other caused him. Lucky for him he had the fae around to keep his mind off the other...all he knew is that Kajimoto drove him off the deep end and he didn't like it. "You're god damned lucky I don't give a shit about you...or else I'd take your title and then tear this city down."
"Oh yeah? I think if you really didn't give a shit about me you WOULD do just that." Kajimoto fired that back in short order. He found it ironic that the Fae was nowhere to be seen...where the hell WAS the Fae, anyway? It wasn't like the parlor to not have him around...wait, what the hell was he thinking?
"I've been here longer then you and your idiot sire couldn't have did a damn thing had I decided to take the city. I still don't fucking want it, because I Don't fucking care...now get the fuck out of my parlor before I come over there and rip out your voice box," he snapped, about fed up with his presence. He cracked his knuckles and moved from behind the counter.
"You won't hurt me." Kajimoto sneered right back. "You won't hurt me because you're just as goddamned bugged. Now get the hell out of my head AND my city." The Ventrue turned to stalk out the door. He didn't feel better at all. If anything, he was angrier than before.
Never...ever...turn your back on a Tzimisce. Akutsu was behind him so fast it was almost undetectable. He grabbed Kajimoto around the waist, pulling him back against him and pinning him there. Breath passed over his throat as he began to talk, sharp, cold teeth pressing against his neck. "Your city? Do you want to change that right now you fucking useless piece of immortal flesh...." he whispered it, voice an animal growl, pounding in his skull as well as in his ear.
Okay, so maybe Kajimoto had forgotten Tzimisce could move that fast. Yukimura never did in his line of sight, and at any rate he doubted he would ever get it turned on him. He blinked as he was pulled back against the other vampire and pinned. He shivered as the breath traveled over his skin. "You said you didn't want it," he replied acidly.
Akutsu flattened his hand on Kajimoto's stomach, the ends of his fingers turning into knives of bones, sharp as a samurai's katana. "No...but tell me I can't have it and it makes me want it. I could bond you right now....." he continued to whisper, closing his hand a bit so the bone bit into the skin under the suit. "...do not challenge me or you will go down in a raging, fucking ball of flames."
A hiss escaped as the fingers bit through the fabric of his suit and into his flesh. "Why would you want to bond me? You don't want me." He growled, very softly. "Just leave me alone. Just...leave me the hell alone. Get out of my head."
"Because it would amuse me to make you grovel...to knock you off your fucking pedastal. You are nothing," he shoved his fingers straight through Kajimoto's stomach, causing a world of pain for one brief second before he healed the wounds over with a smooth of his fingers, flicking the blood away from the bone claws before turning them back into normal hands. "Get out." He shoved Kajimoto forward and stepped back.
That agony made him double over, crumpling in agony. As he was shoved he stumbled, falling onto hands and knees for lack of being able to catch himself in time. He growled, shoving himself to his feet. "I grovel to nobody," he said, despite the residual tears of pain in his eyes. "Nobody."
"Whatever, I don't have time for your bullshit. Just remember that I don't listen to you or anyone else in this city. I couldn't fucking care less what goes on," he cracked his neck, yellow eyes turning towards the walls before he walked back behind the counter and sat back down. Game, set, match as far as he was concerned.
"You'll care when they come to extract your head from your body." Kajimoto just glared, full of several conflicting emotions. Instead of giving in to any of them he just throttled it all down and growled. "I'll prove to you I'm worth paying attention to." He didn't know how...or even why, really. He just knew he was going to try or die trying.
"Yeah? Who's 'they'?" he picked his knitting needles back up, starting on his line again. "You ain't gonna prove a goddamned thing to me. You're too wrapped up in the mortal realm for anything you do to concern me and if you get to overbearing and annoying I'll go somewhere else or kill you. That's that."
"They. The Quei Jin that are stalking everyone and their goddamn vampiric dogs. They'll be after you too for what you are." The highest generation vampire in the city. Even Kajimoto knew that. Though then he got distracted..."Are you knitting?" That was random. And yes, he was on the verge of losing it entirely.
"Again..don't care," he shrugged, actually finishing the line because he truly felt apathetic now. "Yes. I'm knitting." He answered flatly, yellow eyes turned down and scarred fingers moving the black and red yarn over the needles....that he'd made...out of a human femur. Of course it didn't look like one anymore.
"Whatever. Fine. Goddamn you for making my life miserable." Kajimoto slammed the door open out of sheer frustration and utter hatred for a lot of things. He wanted to scream, cry, beat the shit out of something, anything, he didn't care. He just felt for some reason like his life was now officially ruined.
Akutsu was sort of pissed he was ruining someones life and didn't even know how. Though he didn't bother looking up when the door slammed open. If the Ventrue wanted to leave, then by all means...good fucking bye.
He wanted to leave and he wanted to stay and he wanted to...well, he had no CLUE what he wanted. He paused in the doorway and half-turned. "You know, next time you decide to turn yourself into an obsession, pick someone who can deal with it. 'Kay? 'Kay." He was done.
"So you admit it...you have a crush. Good boy," he said, finishing another line before looking up. He blew some hair out of his face before running his fingers through it and spiking it instead. Where the FUCK was that fae when he needed him?
Gone. Otherwise engaged with something that was going to keep him elsewhere for a while. "If that's what you want to call it. All I know is that I cannot cannot CANNOT get you out of my head. I didn't ask for it. I didn't want it, but there it is. Are you happy now?"
This...this was something to write to sire about. Oops, nevermind. He'd diablorized his sire, tee hee. "Why don't you come here a second?" he crooked a finger at the other, before setting his hand back to finishing off yet another line of knitting.
"What, so you can torture me again? I can't take it. I just can't take it." He did take a couple steps closer, though. "I don't have a lot of interest in being run through or scarred or otherwise maimed. So if that's your idea..." Kajimoto wasn't doing so well here.
Akutsu rolled his eyes, putting his things underneath the counter again before climbing right over it, his long legs making it over easily. He strode over to the other, putting his hand behind Kajimoto's head and tangling his fingers in his hair, forcing the others head back. "I have a lot of ideas....."
"The question is just whether or not I'd like the ideas you have." Kajimoto wasn't so sure, really. He blinked as his head got forced back; he felt very vulnerable all of a sudden. He didn't know if he liked it or not. There wasn't much he could do about it though. He watched the Tzimisce through half-open violet eyes, waiting.
"Probably not," he said simply, leaning down and kissing the other roughly. His fingers tightened in his hair just enough to leave a residual pain, letting the other know just who was in control of this situation.
Oh...dear...god. Kajimoto wasn't really expecting that, but the moment lips touched his he knew he wanted it. The residual pain earned a little bit of a murmur but not much more; truthfully, he wondered if he'd ever even pretended he was in control of the situation.
He let the kiss linger for a moment, sharp teeth threatening to bite behind those soft lips. Then he pulled away, letting his fingers drop away from the sweet smelling hair....god...being this close the others smell drove him crazy. "Now, get out."
Get out? Just like that? With nothing more than a kiss? Now he was officially insane. He promptly suspended all rational thought and flung himself at the other vampire, fingers tangling in white hair as he planted a kiss full of pent-up tension on Akutsu's lips.
He let it go for a moment, kissing back before pulling away again and moving backwards. "I said Out," and he meant it. Too goddamned late at night to be fucking with this kind of shit. He really wasn't in the mood either. He ran his tongue over his pierced lips, yellow eyes watching the other so he didn't move back towards him.
It was the hardest thing he'd ever done to pull away. But pull away he did, the lawyer rearranging himself so it didn't look like he'd just managed to upend his entire existence. "Will you let me see you again soon?" How pathetic was that? Good god.
That was...sweet. He mentally growled at himself for thinking that, frowning as he looked at the other. Damned weakness for submissive prudes...."I'll think about. Goodnight," he said it sharply, waiting with his arms crossed for the other to leave so he could lock the door.
"Goodnight." Kajimoto let himself out, getting to his car and getting in it...and promptly banging his head against the steering wheel in frustration. God. Everything he'd wanted and everything he hadn't wanted in one package. He officially hated himself right about now. Maybe Mizuki would slap him out of it when he got home.
Akutsu was going to punch Lucky as soon as he saw him...fucking fae...He slammed the door ot the shop closed and locked it, just going downstairs to go to bed. Fuck tonight.
Hey, now, that's not nice! Of course, Lucky -- being a brat and having his own key, not that he usually used it -- showed up approximately thirty minutes later. "Jiiiiiiiin, I'm home!"
There wasn't an answer because he was downstairs and in the shower, scrubbing himself raw trying to get the smell of the other vampire off of him. Then he was going to bed and that was the end of it.
Aw, but Lucky wanted to tell Jin all about his day and about these weird things running around and how someone outside the city was obviously praying for luck 'cause he was fighting a pull. Damn that. He clomped his way downstairs and started getting ready for bed. Yawn.
He eventually got himself managably clean, despising smelling like someone else except for the Fae. His sense of smell was so sensitive it would drive him nuts. He pulled on his scrubs and walked into the basement area, sitting on the bed and promptly punching Sengoku in the arm before laying down.
"Ow!!" Lucky rubbed his arm in noncomprehension, thenfinished getting ready, laid down and promptly invaded Akutsu's space. They just did that, after all. "What the fuck was that for? I didn't do a damn thing to you. Not today, at least."
"I'm going to sleep, stop fucking talking," he said, laying there and closing his eyes. He was done with tonight, so he was done talking. Period.
"Whatever." Lucky just wrapped himself around his vampire -- his, damnit -- and snuggled down. Mmm. Clean vampire. Cuddly. Even if he was in a pissy-ass mood.
When: Tonight, February 10
What: We'll call it PG 'cause of Jin's mouth
Why: Ventrue is fed up. Tzimisce is not helping. Conflict results.
Too much. It was just too damn much! Kajimoto slammed his way out of his chair and grabbed his suit jacket, stalking out of his office. He was seething, furious, aggravated beyond anything he'd ever felt in his hundreds of years. He slammed himself into his car, started it up, and went roaring down to the seedier part of town. He'd had enough. That Tzimisce had gotten on his nerves for the last time...the very last time. This was ending tonight, somehow or another.
Akutsu was sitting behind the counter of his parlor, knitting something or other. It was the only thing he could do at the moment, though he'd been reknitting the same goddamned line for three hours now. That fucking Ventrue pissed him off to no end but he had no desire to go and do anything about it. He prefered to just be his normal shut in self.
Kaji was weaving his way through traffic with a deftness that belied his sheer overwhelming anger. How he made it through Tokyo without killing himself was a mystery. He found his destination, parking a little ways away and stalking towards the parlor. He thumped the door open, standing there and glaring. "You."
"What?" he said, looking up with angry yellow eyes. No, he did not like being barged in on by people he had some sort of profound hatred for. No, not at all. He set down his knitting needles and stood up, placing a hand on the glass counter.
"This STOPS." Kajimoto pointed an accusing finger at the elder Tzimisce. "You have been haunting me night in, night out, since the moment I clapped eyes on you. Get the hell out of my head and leave me alone!" He was out of his mind furious. Beyond it. He had no idea what the hell was going on either.
"Listen, I thought you were some smarty pants lawyer. So why the FUCK can't you understand the fucking words coming out of my mouth. I. Am. Not. Doing. A. God. DAMNED. Thing. To. YOU!" he very slowly pronounced all his words, tempted to say them in a few more languages so that maybe the stupid ventrue would get the picture.
"You're doing SOMETHING because I do not get myself haunted." Kajimoto growled, abruptly looking very formidable indeed. "Goddamn you. Goddamn you and your motherfucking bizarre insistence on staying the one place you are NOT welcome!" He curled his hand into a fist, and slammed it into his other hand. "I'm sick of this. I can't be dealing with the city and the attacks AND this bullshit." You knew it was serious if the Ventrue was swearing.
The words got a very inhuman smile out of the Tzimisce, pirahana like fangs bared and glinting in the light. "Oh..so sorry Prince. You think I give a shit if you have to run your precious city. You're nothing but a fucking figure head anyways. And as I said, don't want to be in your head, don't fucking care about you or who you are...not goddamned interested in your body or your mind. So maybe you have a little crush...." He hissed the last words, pushing buttons as hard as he could.
"I would NEVER have a crush on something like you!" Kajimoto snarled. Figurehead whatever. He knew better. "I hate you. I hate you. Go away go away go AWAY!!" He'd throw something if he had anything to throw. As it was, he didn't, so he just punched the doorframe.
Yeah, whatever. "Then why are you freaking out, Princess?" He thought that was more appropriate...considering the other was freaking out like a woman. He shifted to stand, cracking his shoulders. The holywater cuts were pink and fresh on his neck and lower arms still, the scars slowly beginning to raise and become permanent on the skin.
"Princess??" Growl. GROWL. Don't go and insult his masculinity. He was beyond livid and about ready to kill something. God help the poor innocent who found himself under Kajimoto's fangs tonight. "Because I hate you with an unholy passion, that's why. I. Hate. You." He flexed his fingers, preparatory to punching the wall again.
"Then why are you here?" he grinned again, absolutely sadistic with the annoyance the other caused him. Lucky for him he had the fae around to keep his mind off the other...all he knew is that Kajimoto drove him off the deep end and he didn't like it. "You're god damned lucky I don't give a shit about you...or else I'd take your title and then tear this city down."
"Oh yeah? I think if you really didn't give a shit about me you WOULD do just that." Kajimoto fired that back in short order. He found it ironic that the Fae was nowhere to be seen...where the hell WAS the Fae, anyway? It wasn't like the parlor to not have him around...wait, what the hell was he thinking?
"I've been here longer then you and your idiot sire couldn't have did a damn thing had I decided to take the city. I still don't fucking want it, because I Don't fucking care...now get the fuck out of my parlor before I come over there and rip out your voice box," he snapped, about fed up with his presence. He cracked his knuckles and moved from behind the counter.
"You won't hurt me." Kajimoto sneered right back. "You won't hurt me because you're just as goddamned bugged. Now get the hell out of my head AND my city." The Ventrue turned to stalk out the door. He didn't feel better at all. If anything, he was angrier than before.
Never...ever...turn your back on a Tzimisce. Akutsu was behind him so fast it was almost undetectable. He grabbed Kajimoto around the waist, pulling him back against him and pinning him there. Breath passed over his throat as he began to talk, sharp, cold teeth pressing against his neck. "Your city? Do you want to change that right now you fucking useless piece of immortal flesh...." he whispered it, voice an animal growl, pounding in his skull as well as in his ear.
Okay, so maybe Kajimoto had forgotten Tzimisce could move that fast. Yukimura never did in his line of sight, and at any rate he doubted he would ever get it turned on him. He blinked as he was pulled back against the other vampire and pinned. He shivered as the breath traveled over his skin. "You said you didn't want it," he replied acidly.
Akutsu flattened his hand on Kajimoto's stomach, the ends of his fingers turning into knives of bones, sharp as a samurai's katana. "No...but tell me I can't have it and it makes me want it. I could bond you right now....." he continued to whisper, closing his hand a bit so the bone bit into the skin under the suit. "...do not challenge me or you will go down in a raging, fucking ball of flames."
A hiss escaped as the fingers bit through the fabric of his suit and into his flesh. "Why would you want to bond me? You don't want me." He growled, very softly. "Just leave me alone. Just...leave me the hell alone. Get out of my head."
"Because it would amuse me to make you grovel...to knock you off your fucking pedastal. You are nothing," he shoved his fingers straight through Kajimoto's stomach, causing a world of pain for one brief second before he healed the wounds over with a smooth of his fingers, flicking the blood away from the bone claws before turning them back into normal hands. "Get out." He shoved Kajimoto forward and stepped back.
That agony made him double over, crumpling in agony. As he was shoved he stumbled, falling onto hands and knees for lack of being able to catch himself in time. He growled, shoving himself to his feet. "I grovel to nobody," he said, despite the residual tears of pain in his eyes. "Nobody."
"Whatever, I don't have time for your bullshit. Just remember that I don't listen to you or anyone else in this city. I couldn't fucking care less what goes on," he cracked his neck, yellow eyes turning towards the walls before he walked back behind the counter and sat back down. Game, set, match as far as he was concerned.
"You'll care when they come to extract your head from your body." Kajimoto just glared, full of several conflicting emotions. Instead of giving in to any of them he just throttled it all down and growled. "I'll prove to you I'm worth paying attention to." He didn't know how...or even why, really. He just knew he was going to try or die trying.
"Yeah? Who's 'they'?" he picked his knitting needles back up, starting on his line again. "You ain't gonna prove a goddamned thing to me. You're too wrapped up in the mortal realm for anything you do to concern me and if you get to overbearing and annoying I'll go somewhere else or kill you. That's that."
"They. The Quei Jin that are stalking everyone and their goddamn vampiric dogs. They'll be after you too for what you are." The highest generation vampire in the city. Even Kajimoto knew that. Though then he got distracted..."Are you knitting?" That was random. And yes, he was on the verge of losing it entirely.
"Again..don't care," he shrugged, actually finishing the line because he truly felt apathetic now. "Yes. I'm knitting." He answered flatly, yellow eyes turned down and scarred fingers moving the black and red yarn over the needles....that he'd made...out of a human femur. Of course it didn't look like one anymore.
"Whatever. Fine. Goddamn you for making my life miserable." Kajimoto slammed the door open out of sheer frustration and utter hatred for a lot of things. He wanted to scream, cry, beat the shit out of something, anything, he didn't care. He just felt for some reason like his life was now officially ruined.
Akutsu was sort of pissed he was ruining someones life and didn't even know how. Though he didn't bother looking up when the door slammed open. If the Ventrue wanted to leave, then by all means...good fucking bye.
He wanted to leave and he wanted to stay and he wanted to...well, he had no CLUE what he wanted. He paused in the doorway and half-turned. "You know, next time you decide to turn yourself into an obsession, pick someone who can deal with it. 'Kay? 'Kay." He was done.
"So you admit it...you have a crush. Good boy," he said, finishing another line before looking up. He blew some hair out of his face before running his fingers through it and spiking it instead. Where the FUCK was that fae when he needed him?
Gone. Otherwise engaged with something that was going to keep him elsewhere for a while. "If that's what you want to call it. All I know is that I cannot cannot CANNOT get you out of my head. I didn't ask for it. I didn't want it, but there it is. Are you happy now?"
This...this was something to write to sire about. Oops, nevermind. He'd diablorized his sire, tee hee. "Why don't you come here a second?" he crooked a finger at the other, before setting his hand back to finishing off yet another line of knitting.
"What, so you can torture me again? I can't take it. I just can't take it." He did take a couple steps closer, though. "I don't have a lot of interest in being run through or scarred or otherwise maimed. So if that's your idea..." Kajimoto wasn't doing so well here.
Akutsu rolled his eyes, putting his things underneath the counter again before climbing right over it, his long legs making it over easily. He strode over to the other, putting his hand behind Kajimoto's head and tangling his fingers in his hair, forcing the others head back. "I have a lot of ideas....."
"The question is just whether or not I'd like the ideas you have." Kajimoto wasn't so sure, really. He blinked as his head got forced back; he felt very vulnerable all of a sudden. He didn't know if he liked it or not. There wasn't much he could do about it though. He watched the Tzimisce through half-open violet eyes, waiting.
"Probably not," he said simply, leaning down and kissing the other roughly. His fingers tightened in his hair just enough to leave a residual pain, letting the other know just who was in control of this situation.
Oh...dear...god. Kajimoto wasn't really expecting that, but the moment lips touched his he knew he wanted it. The residual pain earned a little bit of a murmur but not much more; truthfully, he wondered if he'd ever even pretended he was in control of the situation.
He let the kiss linger for a moment, sharp teeth threatening to bite behind those soft lips. Then he pulled away, letting his fingers drop away from the sweet smelling hair....god...being this close the others smell drove him crazy. "Now, get out."
Get out? Just like that? With nothing more than a kiss? Now he was officially insane. He promptly suspended all rational thought and flung himself at the other vampire, fingers tangling in white hair as he planted a kiss full of pent-up tension on Akutsu's lips.
He let it go for a moment, kissing back before pulling away again and moving backwards. "I said Out," and he meant it. Too goddamned late at night to be fucking with this kind of shit. He really wasn't in the mood either. He ran his tongue over his pierced lips, yellow eyes watching the other so he didn't move back towards him.
It was the hardest thing he'd ever done to pull away. But pull away he did, the lawyer rearranging himself so it didn't look like he'd just managed to upend his entire existence. "Will you let me see you again soon?" How pathetic was that? Good god.
That was...sweet. He mentally growled at himself for thinking that, frowning as he looked at the other. Damned weakness for submissive prudes...."I'll think about. Goodnight," he said it sharply, waiting with his arms crossed for the other to leave so he could lock the door.
"Goodnight." Kajimoto let himself out, getting to his car and getting in it...and promptly banging his head against the steering wheel in frustration. God. Everything he'd wanted and everything he hadn't wanted in one package. He officially hated himself right about now. Maybe Mizuki would slap him out of it when he got home.
Akutsu was going to punch Lucky as soon as he saw him...fucking fae...He slammed the door ot the shop closed and locked it, just going downstairs to go to bed. Fuck tonight.
Hey, now, that's not nice! Of course, Lucky -- being a brat and having his own key, not that he usually used it -- showed up approximately thirty minutes later. "Jiiiiiiiin, I'm home!"
There wasn't an answer because he was downstairs and in the shower, scrubbing himself raw trying to get the smell of the other vampire off of him. Then he was going to bed and that was the end of it.
Aw, but Lucky wanted to tell Jin all about his day and about these weird things running around and how someone outside the city was obviously praying for luck 'cause he was fighting a pull. Damn that. He clomped his way downstairs and started getting ready for bed. Yawn.
He eventually got himself managably clean, despising smelling like someone else except for the Fae. His sense of smell was so sensitive it would drive him nuts. He pulled on his scrubs and walked into the basement area, sitting on the bed and promptly punching Sengoku in the arm before laying down.
"Ow!!" Lucky rubbed his arm in noncomprehension, thenfinished getting ready, laid down and promptly invaded Akutsu's space. They just did that, after all. "What the fuck was that for? I didn't do a damn thing to you. Not today, at least."
"I'm going to sleep, stop fucking talking," he said, laying there and closing his eyes. He was done with tonight, so he was done talking. Period.
"Whatever." Lucky just wrapped himself around his vampire -- his, damnit -- and snuggled down. Mmm. Clean vampire. Cuddly. Even if he was in a pissy-ass mood.