Haha, definitely not my place. [It's a mess, like him.]
And I'm certain I'd kill you if we go that far, no... [He undoes a few buttons of his shirt, taking her hand and pressing it against his now bare chest. His eyes flicker for a moment, his expression almost seem to have soften, or perhaps it's just the trick of the light.] Embrace me.
Hm, I can't say that's untrue. [Still, whatever he needs, why does it involve unbuttoning his shirt? And her hand on his chest... Huh. Yet again, this is confusion - and she's not positive if its Hyde or Kazuma making the demands.]
[Well, if he wants to just be embraced... she steps forward and does so slowly, moving her hand across his chest until she has to pull it away to hold him.]
Fine by me. [A little swimming might help clear some of the stench. He takes his shirt off, heading in the direction of the grotto. He'll go on ahead and meet her on the other side.
She'll see him sitting not on the bed, or any other furniture meant for sitting in there. He's sitting on the floor leaning up against the bed instead, a discontent look on his face.]
My days are numbered. [He says flatly. Whatever playfulness was in his voice isn't there anymore.]
No matter how you slice it...I'm just an essence at the end of the day. [He can't have his own life, no matter how much he acts like he does. It will inevitably come to an end, and that time is almost here. His eyes narrow, focusing on nothing in particular. He scowls, rubbing the back of his neck.] I just want to feel something before it's all over. Not like that guy knows what he wants.
[With the Story Teller's announcement, Kazuma and Hyde would be separated, leaving him bound to his story and only a character within pages again. She wondered how Kazuma felt. Hyde had troubled him for so long... She says nothing more on it and sits down on the bed next to him. If he leaned, he would easily be on her legs and lay his head on her lap. Though, thinking about his request moment's before, she places a hand slowly on his head.]
Since we're not talking about him right now, what do you want exactly?
[He flinches when the hand rest on his head, but he allows it.]
... [What does he want? Huh. He leans his head back.] To be accepted, my existence acknowledge. [He ran that tavern to feel alive, be himself, have something. But it all still feels artificial to him. They all come for the atmosphere, the drinks, but at the end of the day, they all have places and people to go back to.
Not him.
It's never quite enough to fill this emptiness that perhaps is shared with Kazuma.]
... If it's any consolation, I still remember someone deciding destroying my shop was a valid idea. [But despite the tone in her voice, she doesn't grab his hair or anything... she just kept her hand on his head, maybe lightly stroking.]
Maybe not a position acknowledgement, but it's there. And I'm sure several others could attest to the same.
... [For a moment, he consider just tugging her down with him, but he'll instead move himself onto the bed. He's beside her, pulling her onto him. He takes both her hands, letting them rest behind his neck.] Keep going.
[He may feel tense to her at first, as he clenches his fist. It's hard for him to fight back the urge to strike back, even as he wanted this. It's an unfamiliar experience, allowing himself to relax, be vulnerable.
But...this felt nice. And if he wanted to, he can just kill Naomi on the spot. So why was he worried?
He lets out some air as he leans forward, resting his head on her shoulder. Has she always smelled nice? His hands rest against her back, pressing gently, if uncomfortable with those claws. He wants to touch skin, but these useless clothes were in his way.]
[Naomi continues her actions not with much thoughts regarding them. Hyde seemed relaxed - or was relaxing - after a moment, and even going so far as to rest on her shoulder. He wanted this - and she doesn't think that's strange.]
[Even humanity's darkside wanted to experience human contact in some form. She can feel his claws on her back, and again, what else did he want?]
[He could just tear into her clothes like one would expect a monster like him to do, but he tugs at the fabric instead.] Take off your clothes. [He mutters.]
[Because here's the thing: her dress could be tugged and removed like any other dress, but it still wasn't a 'normal' dress. Nope, just sitting in his lap, it only takes a small gesture on her part to make it go away.]
Ah. [His claws loosen as her clothes are removed. After a moment, his hands are back on her. He's being careful not to cut flesh, as if he wanted to caress her skin. He moves along her back, down to her waist and around to the front. He was exploring, instead of killing his prey like he usually would.
He hums quietly, head rubbing against her neck, his claws now resting over her breast.]
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[He presses a clawed hand against the doorframe.] No, I'm here for something else. Let me inside.
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[Brows furrowed briefly, she soon steps aside so he can enter. If he needs something, he needs something.] Come in.
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Seeing anyone else anytime soon?
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No. I don't have appointments this late.
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... My room or yours? [And if that's not it, he can just say.]
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And I'm certain I'd kill you if we go that far, no... [He undoes a few buttons of his shirt, taking her hand and pressing it against his now bare chest. His eyes flicker for a moment, his expression almost seem to have soften, or perhaps it's just the trick of the light.] Embrace me.
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[Well, if he wants to just be embraced... she steps forward and does so slowly, moving her hand across his chest until she has to pull it away to hold him.]
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Because he's nothing.
He grits his teeth.] Let's move somewhere else. Where's your room?
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It's through the grotto if you're fine with a brief swim.
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She'll see him sitting not on the bed, or any other furniture meant for sitting in there. He's sitting on the floor leaning up against the bed instead, a discontent look on his face.]
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[When she does arrive and change back to her human form, she looks down at him.] Why are you sitting there?
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No matter how you slice it...I'm just an essence at the end of the day. [He can't have his own life, no matter how much he acts like he does. It will inevitably come to an end, and that time is almost here. His eyes narrow, focusing on nothing in particular. He scowls, rubbing the back of his neck.] I just want to feel something before it's all over. Not like that guy knows what he wants.
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[With the Story Teller's announcement, Kazuma and Hyde would be separated, leaving him bound to his story and only a character within pages again. She wondered how Kazuma felt. Hyde had troubled him for so long... She says nothing more on it and sits down on the bed next to him. If he leaned, he would easily be on her legs and lay his head on her lap. Though, thinking about his request moment's before, she places a hand slowly on his head.]
Since we're not talking about him right now, what do you want exactly?
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... [What does he want? Huh. He leans his head back.] To be accepted, my existence acknowledge. [He ran that tavern to feel alive, be himself, have something. But it all still feels artificial to him. They all come for the atmosphere, the drinks, but at the end of the day, they all have places and people to go back to.
Not him.
It's never quite enough to fill this emptiness that perhaps is shared with Kazuma.]
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Maybe not a position acknowledgement, but it's there. And I'm sure several others could attest to the same.
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[He is a representation of humanity's darkside afterall. So he should be happy to cause such chaos...
He reaches up for her arm.]
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[She continues rubbing his head.]
[... but pauses when she notices his hand.]
... Yes?
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But...this felt nice. And if he wanted to, he can just kill Naomi on the spot. So why was he worried?
He lets out some air as he leans forward, resting his head on her shoulder. Has she always smelled nice? His hands rest against her back, pressing gently, if uncomfortable with those claws. He wants to touch skin, but these useless clothes were in his way.]
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[Even humanity's darkside wanted to experience human contact in some form. She can feel his claws on her back, and again, what else did he want?]
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[Because here's the thing: her dress could be tugged and removed like any other dress, but it still wasn't a 'normal' dress. Nope, just sitting in his lap, it only takes a small gesture on her part to make it go away.]
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He hums quietly, head rubbing against her neck, his claws now resting over her breast.]
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