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Un enfant frappe à ma porte

Apr 13, 2010 03:46

Who: Azure Kite, Yoite
When: Monday night, vampire week
Where: Suite 11
Summary: Restitching session turns into a flaily vampire kerfluffle.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: A little blood sucking, skin-stitches, awkward and deeply strange boys being awkward and deeply strange.

( Il laisse entrer la lumière, il a mes yeux et mon coeur, et derrière lui c'est l'enfer )

yoite, azure kite

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another_miharu April 13 2010, 08:53:19 UTC

That was... Yoite. Someone was saying 'Yoite'. It was a name he'd learned to respond to, and he immediately opened the door to the right room. Room A, that was, where his clothes were right now but where he wasn't really, usually. He'd slept in Miharu's room last night, curled on the floor.

But today he was cold, and cold meant extra layers. He'd been rifling through drawers when he'd heard the tinny sound of Kite's voice. At first, he thought he'd been imagining it. He could barely hear it over the constant ring of his ears as of late, and he'd even clapped a hand over one of them when he'd heard it again. Yoite, Yoite, Yoite.

"Um." Yoite stood in the doorway of the room, fingers moving agitatedly at his sides. "Hello."

little_stitches April 13 2010, 09:04:13 UTC

Kite gave his standard greeting, a wave, and forced a little smile to go along with it, tired and pained. He wobbled, skinny walking stick threatening to break due to overdependence.

"Saaah... rry, but do you think now... would be aaah... an all right tiiiime to..." he began, stopping to suck in more air and rummage through his pocket until he retrieved a handy spool of sturdy thread. He'd planned ahead for something like this, an emergency kit of sorts if he ever split an important stitch or needed something reattached.

"If you... still waaaant to, of course. If you do," Kite added quickly, not wanting to impose himself on Yoite either if the other had changed his mind.

another_miharu April 13 2010, 09:14:13 UTC

"...Aah."

He was vaguely aware of the thread in Kite's hand as he spoke, but Yoite's eyes were narrowed in on the boy's own, his head tilted in curiosity. There it was again. That thing, where-- he smelled exceptional. Not like Miharu, though, whose scent was almost muskier, foreign, welcoming but also very rich - Yoite suspected because of the Shinrabanshou.

Kite's was sweeter. Yeah. Definitely. Yoite liked it. Kite was prey? He liked that less.

He didn't bother with an answer, his hand still gripping the doorknob (admittedly tightly, though not very perceptibly so). Yoite took a step backward, giving Kite a stiff nod as he swung the door of the room open wider. "I can do that." You came here. You look tired. I don't pity you, but I know your pain. "This room is okay, I think."

little_stitches April 13 2010, 09:36:48 UTC

A relieved look at the reply as he hobbled inside the room, careful to avoid falling flat on his face. Again. It would be much harder to get up and Yoite probably wouldn't be too thrilled having to drag him around as well as restitch him. He leaned on a wall once he was inside, trying to preserve his poor spent branch. It served him well.

Oblivious to the new vampire in his midst, Kite trained his single eye on Yoite, dim and glazed over and struggling to focus. Then the bed, but no, that wasn't his bed and he wasn't invited to sit on it. Back to Yoite and he held the spool out in his ungloved hand, palm up and thread lying flat on the abnormally pale skin.

"Maybe just aaah... a few impoooortant ones, hhn... toniiight. How does that sound?"

another_miharu April 13 2010, 09:45:39 UTC

He did only have one eye. Yoite noticed it, last minute, as he was shutting the door behind the to give Kite his privacy. He was surprised he noticed at all, because once the door was closed and the outside world was locked out, the outside airflow cut off, he was suddenly very astutely aware of the scent of Kite. Very pleasantly unfamiliar, and very present.

"Um." He forced out the world, sharply, even taking the spool from Kite's hand - he was careful not to touch him. He'd have enough of that soon. But there was a conundrum of where to do this. The bed wasn't his either, was it? He couldn't possibly sit on this. "But you can," he said midway through his though process, something he had a habit of doing. "Sit. Which, aah. Ones? To stitch?"