+14 Agi {what's yours is mine} open commentlog

[thiefshonor]

["Patience and discpiline" - the Forsaken mumble the phrase to each other as both a greeting and farewell, reflecting their strong loyalties to their Queen and her philosophies. Patience to wait for their revenge, discipline to keep from returning to the Scourge, and both to ward off the temptation to end their miserable unlives. But even the most

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[canttrustliars]

[As much as he would have liked to, Hajime can't stay in his room forever, and eventually he's forced out in search of food. Get in, get food, get out. That's the plan.

Too bad Hajime's plans never seem to work how he wants.]

[thiefshonor]

[No, Hajime, no. I think we all know where this is going.

The sight of the kid makes Celeste grin happily and she studies him as he moves towards the food. Well now, this should be easy.

Pushing off from the wall, she sneaks over to him silently and waits around a table for him to sit down with his food.]

[canttrustliars]

[Poor, unsuspecting Hajime. He sits down with his chicken and rice, ready for a nice, tasty, uninterrupted meal.]

[thiefshonor]

[Oh, don't worry. If everything goes as planned it will be uninterrupted. Celeste creeps around to his back and studies the availability of his pockets. Two in the front, two in the back. She can see the lump of his communicator in one of them; trying to take anything out of that one is probably impossible. But the other three...? Hmm. Does it look like there's anything in there?]

[canttrustliars]

[Just some paper, but you're very welcome to that if you want it, Celeste.

And by 'very' I mean 'not at all'. Details.]

[thiefshonor]

[Why yes, she'll help herself, then. Creeping close, she pinches the edge of the paper sticking out of his back pocket and pulls on it very, very slightly. Something like a slip of paper is easy to take, and the way he's sitting, it would be even easier to just yank it out and run. But where's the challenge in that?

The tiny pull is to test how much he's paying attention to anything other than his food. Knowing Hajime, he might notice it, so she's already ready to scramble. Since it's his left back pocket, he'll turn to his left to look over his shoulder, so she's positioned to move to the right.]

[canttrustliars]

[As attentive as he is, he isn't exactly on the look out for invisible pick-pockets. Putting it off as an itch of sorts, he adjusts himself on the chair, continuing to eat.]

[thiefshonor]

[Perfect, then. Smiling, she pinches the edge of the paper again, and slides it out as she stands up.]

Hajime.

[canttrustliars]

[He turns around as he's addressed from behind, mouth still full of food.]

Celeste?!

[More importantly, was that a vowel? Just barely able to pick out her shape from where he's sitting, he flung his arms around the hazy shape he guessed was her midsection.]

[thiefshonor]

[She's discreetly stuffing the paper in her pocket when he suddenly throws his arms around her and pulls her close. Which makes every thought and mental process stop.]

...well now. Hello there.

[Chuckles.]

Good t'see you too.

[canttrustliars]

[Shit. Celeste iss one of the last people Hajime wants to be around with this... condition. She'll never let him live it down.

He snuggles into her midsection, cringing inwardly when he thinks about exactly what it is he's doing. No matter what, he can't let her know what triggers it.]

Hi. Sorry. It's the boat's fault.

[thiefshonor]

Really?

[Hajime maybe can't see it, but she's grinning happily, incredibly amused. So Hajime was effected by it too, was he. She puts a hand on the top of his head and pats affectionately.]

That hurts my feelings.

[canttrustliars]

[He can't see it, but he can certainly hear it.]

Oh no. However will I live with myself.

[thiefshonor]

[That makes her cackle again, and she gives him another pat. Hajime feels very warm against her very cold midsection. It makes her want to eat him, honestly, but alas, she is more than capable of resisting that. Good for Hajime.]

...You gonna let go, or is that the ship's fault again?

[canttrustliars]

[Thank God you know how to resist those urges, Celeste. Hajime pulls back, offering her a seat.]

You don't want me touching you? Now it's my feelings that are hurt.

[thiefshonor]

Ya really wanna know why?

[Celeste was going to spare him the details about how delicious he looks, but if he really wants to know she wouldn't hesitate telling him. She's a zombie, eating the living is what she is meant to do. Only by some serious zen willpower do the Forsaken resist it.

She takes the seat he offers and reaches over, helping herself to the food on his plate.]