[ WHO ] : Karasu and Marluxia [ WHERE ]: Apartment 210, Marluxia's apartment [ WHEN ]: Thursday Morning [ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Closed [ RATING ]: TBA [ WARNINGS ]: TBA [ NOTES ]: Creepers ( Past the point of no return, the final threshold )
Marluxia was at the door quickly, opening it with the faint smell of dried flowers and wetness. "Karasu. Good morning." Stepping back from the doorway, he moved his hand, gesturing that he come inside, closing the door behind him once he was in and re-sealing the tape that was layered carefully on the inner wall. "What do you drink in the mornings? I have both coffee and tea." The windows let in light, filtered green and pink by the roses that clung to the window opposite the door, sucking up the sunlight eagerly and casting the apartment in fresh, living color.
The scent of dried flowers was a pleasant enough scent, though the sight of those flowers had him guarding himself all the closer, even as he stepped in. Marluxia was not Kurama, and these flowers would not become a deathtrap for him.
He would blow the apartment to hell before he let that happen again.
"Tea....please." he murmured, politely, perhaps surprisingly so, hands slipping into the pockets of his black cloak.
"Please, have a seat." Marluxia noticed the demon's tense behavior, but said nothing. Perhaps he was having second thoughts coming. He hadn't seen him often. Then again, Marluxia often kept to himself these days. He went into the kitchen, turning on the range top and putting the kettle on to boil, returning a moment later with two steaming cups on a tray with cream and sugar, only slightly chipped from the previous tenant. Setting the tray before them, he sat down across from him, taking his own cup without extras, and blowing on the surface delicately. "You are hunting Link, I take it." He said lightly, his dark blue eyes gazing at the other from over the lip of his cup.
There weren't second thoughts so much as wary anticipation. Thankfully, Marluxia seemed to have manners, and the tea didn't smell of poison. After a moment of studying the other quite intently he reached up, fingers dancing back into his hair to carefully unbuckle the straps keeping the mask strapped to his face. It fell away and he took a deep breath, pocketing the mask to keep it safe.
"Aah...that's better..." and he accepted the tea, sniffing at the liquid delicately, eyes half closing.
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"Karasu. Good morning."
Stepping back from the doorway, he moved his hand, gesturing that he come inside, closing the door behind him once he was in and re-sealing the tape that was layered carefully on the inner wall.
"What do you drink in the mornings? I have both coffee and tea."
The windows let in light, filtered green and pink by the roses that clung to the window opposite the door, sucking up the sunlight eagerly and casting the apartment in fresh, living color.
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He would blow the apartment to hell before he let that happen again.
"Tea....please." he murmured, politely, perhaps surprisingly so, hands slipping into the pockets of his black cloak.
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Then again, Marluxia often kept to himself these days.
He went into the kitchen, turning on the range top and putting the kettle on to boil, returning a moment later with two steaming cups on a tray with cream and sugar, only slightly chipped from the previous tenant. Setting the tray before them, he sat down across from him, taking his own cup without extras, and blowing on the surface delicately.
"You are hunting Link, I take it." He said lightly, his dark blue eyes gazing at the other from over the lip of his cup.
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"Aah...that's better..." and he accepted the tea, sniffing at the liquid delicately, eyes half closing.
"I am....he is quite beautiful..."
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