Who: Nataku & Genkaku: OPEN to Schrodinger, Alucard and Johan.
Where: Elysium: The Liebert estate, living room?
When: Probably around 8pm
Summary: Nataku ate a whole box of aphrodisiac candy and it's Genkaku time to suffer...and everyone else's.
Rating: PG-13
Other: NO
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...Yeah, what the fuck?
Nataku was hugging him tightly and Genkaku snapped out of it to look at the pale-haired thing or whatever it was; Genkaku wasn’t sure, he knew that Johan was a specialized collector in freaks, so he couldn’t blame Johan, and wouldn’t even blame him. The monk just thought that Nataku was in the wrong place at the wrong time and he was about to pull out the machine gun from his flying V, but then again Genkaku wasn’t about to recklessly bring the house the ruin - again.
With the lankly arms around him Genkaku shifted a bit uncomfortably, but tolerated it since this freak could be the strongest of them all, heh. "Uh...damnit bro’ the hell do you think you’re doing?" He asked with annoyance in his voice and tried to get out of his arms out of that tight grip and take the cigar out of his mouth to exhale.
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"I seem to be giving you a hug." His tone sounded very much like a drunken person's. Nataku commented in his head how it sounded like he was very tired. Again, he raised his hand up to wipe at his eye in order to chase the desire to sleep away from them. "I already apologized for doing such." He acted like that should be the end of it. Really, he did not understand why. If he asked Genkaku, would the guitarist know why?
Turning his head so that his chin was on the monk's shoulder instead of the side of his face, he studied the other's scowl for awhile with some confusion. Why does he look so unhappy? That seems wrong. Reaching out, he poked the side of Genkaku's cheek a few times. "Perhaps, it is the cigar. Putting foul things in one's mouth makes unfortunate expressions. Is ( ... )
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"Yeah, I can see that." Came Genkaku’s cynical reply. Alright so he had no problem with hugging Alucard but that was for business; if that could even be said, and anyway the monk kinda liked that freaky little girl. And where the fuck was Alucard when you needed him? With his fore and middle finger he held the cigar and gave Nataku a rather half-insane glare, mouth cracked into a violent smirk and then he placed the tip of the cancer-stick onto Nataku’s leg.
But...
Then he felt flesh against his own and one; it was against his lips. And two; it was Nataku’s on his own. Now Genkaku wasn’t one to actually protest against this sort of affection, but the monk didn’t really...well like Nataku, it wasn’t the right word but it was the first word that came to his mind ( ... )
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