Title: Cut a Little Deeper, Put the Gun Closer
Characters: Kadaj, open [in seperate threads please, cause that's so much more awesome.. er. ♥ ]
Location: Day Room
Rating: Hopefully no higher than PG-13? If so, then . . yeah. 8D
Summary: Kadaj is bored and apparently, the Day Room is the best place to be when that happens.
Day/Time: Day 81/Afternoon
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The vampiric man approached the Day room with a greater sense of vertigo, inhaling deeply when he heard the crackle of noise coming from the television. He smirked slightly at the content of it, but averted his eyes when he noticed that he was not alone.
He couldn't immediately tell what gender the person was, but what did that matter?
Vamp smirked, swaying his hips as he approached the curled up figure. He gazed down and murmured low and quiet, being careful not to frighten the young man.
"A pretty face such as yours should not be holding such vigour distain."
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He felt a shudder rack his frame, but he wasn't sure why he got this sudden cold feeling. The sound of a voice made him glance up, blinking slowly before he turned to look at the man speaking to him.
A half smirk danced across his face, electric shock green eyes flashing while he pushed the blanket off himself enough to better see who he was talking to.
Raising an eyebrow, Kadaj watched the man that stood before him, taking in dark hair and almost equally dark eyes. He brought his hand up, brushing silver strands out of his face and sitting himself up, body seeming to roll upwards when he did so.
``Hard to be enthusiastic in a place like this.``
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As soon as bright green eyes met his own, Vamp couldn't help his smirk widening. It had been a very long time since he had met someone with such vivid monstrocity hidden within the depths of their vision.
"What is preventing you from taking the control into your own hands?" A coo of a murmur.
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Kadaj noticed how that smirk widened and his eyes flashed, shifting to a mix between mako blue and dark green. This could be interesting . . .
``Why, whatever do you mean, sir?`` He lifted his hand, pressing it near his neck, fingers resting on his collarbone. Innocent is as innocent does.
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