Who: Genkaku & Nagi; open to Johan, Rokuro, Alucard and Nataku. Where: The Liebert estate play room. When: About three days after this log. Summary: Just some torture. Rating: R. Other: Nope.
"Heh...pretty damn typical response." Genkaku muttered as he crouched down before Nagi, taking a look at his accomplishment with getting his twisted fixation to himself. Slim fingers took a hold of the cigar and he exhaled. The way violets traced along the beaten and bruised, filled with holes and half-dead body, was almost perverted in a way. But damn, it was that fucking monster, the one who ripped assholes apart so damn easily, how the hell couldn’t Genkaku admire something that resembled God so damn much
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Shit. Nagi was gonna past out wasn’t he? Least he wasn’t trying to bite his tongue and kill himself, which must of mean something, then again there was always that delusion of bullshit hope. The monk leaned against the chair and inhaled on the cigar, the bright orange-tip swallowing the smoking instrument and he exhaled on Nagi. Genkaku stood from the chair and made a circular motion around it before taking a fistful of dark wet locks and forced Nagi to look at him
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