"You are crazy, You know that right?"
Michael simply smiles and shrugs, He removes his jacket placing it over her. "I get that now and again. But please Miss Red, would you answer the question about dinner. I am feeling a tad hungry since that excitement"
Deluna looks down at the blue jacket, she can't help but blush a tad. It was a rather chivalrous gesture that had her jumbled for a moment. "I-I dinner, She could have killed you! What if you would have got hurt? What about the chance of you being a hostage?"
Michael doesn't miss a beat, "Would you have hesitated if she would have? You value you my person do you? I guess that answers the dinner question then." He chuckles as he begins walking out the alley not even looking back to be sure shes following.
"W-wait! I didn't say that! On both accounts!" A few wandering eyes are staring at her as she emerges from the alley shouting.
Michael holds his hand over his mouth imitating a look of surprise. "Oh my word I didn't picture you to be so emotional, you need only have said no. To deny me so strongly, I must have gravely misread you."
Deluna begins to grow flustered with his silly game. "I did not say that either..." Her cheeks taking a red hue to match her hair and eyes. She steps to walk beside him, he is so confusing.
"But thats what makes me fun."
Deluna looks up wide eyed, does he have the ability to read her mind?
"Nope."
Deluna gasp and opens her mouth to question him. His laugh cuts her off.
"Your adorably easy to read when you get flustered Miss Red. Lets stop for a wardrobe change before our meal." The man guides her into a building.
--- A few hours of shopping and an explanation later---
Deluna looks down at her plate her fork playing with a bit of fish while she awaits Michael's laugh. She glares at the bit of food sure that it will start laughing with him, God how this is all so stupid.
Suddenly the feeling of his finger underneath her chin brings her back to reality, without even the ability to reject she stumbles over the millions of thoughts as she looks up into his blue eyes. That smirk so sinister yet so....He has nice lips.
His hair tickles her face as he steals a kiss from the shocked Sekirei. Her mind goes blank while Michael feels a oddly similar sensation. He breaks the kiss, much to Deluna's dismay. Even a few onlookers are woozy from it.
"Miss Red. How could I doubt you, and even If I did. Its not in my nature to turn down such an exciting chance!"
He helps her stand, before kissing her once more, but this one is far more playful. More so because he spins about with her, in a crowded sit down restaurant....His laughter is broken by him telling everyone in the building. "I am going to play the greatest game!" Then he picks up the bewildered Deluna and runs out the door. To the confused clapping of the people within.
Deluna informs him once more. "You are absolutely mad."
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Illos drops down, from a vent? Landing almost soundlessly behind the strange newcomer. "If your looking for the ragamuffins they are not home at the moment. But the kitchen is free game. That and their T.V. is quite large. Surely something can entertain you till they return?" The 5'7 woman paces around the 'Man' a raised brow. "Godzilla. That is totally your "Name" right? No no "Scales"? I feel like they would both be rude and insensitive, definitely something they would come up with."
-Rewind back before she came out of the air-duct-
The woman clad in her purple jeans and matching shades approaches the large structure. She lifts the lenses while whistling at the sheer size of it.
"Never thought I would just go in the front door...."
She slides a card and walks within the walls. A playful smirk appears on her purple lips, "When the parents are away...." The reason she is so certain no one is around is the strong telepathy she is blessed with. Even if shes not searching for a mind, she can feel them like that nagging feeling of someone watching over your shoulder. Illos wonders about the security that normally defends the place but the smell that lingers in the building comes to the forefront. Someone was a chef, seafood and bacon, an interesting choiceeee. She wretched at the smell of coffee, black as the soul that drinks it.
Quickly she begins going through the facilities, her suit alarming her to potentially hazardous levels of radiation numerous times. Traces of blood linger about in the air, unsual scorch marks.....She pulls at her collar as if to allow heat to escape, obviously this information being constantly brought to her attention was beginning to make her worry. Rather than keep the information incoming she opted to take of her glasses and slide them into a pocket. "And these are the Idiots who argued with me about the scepter? This building is a madhou....." As she went to say it she stepped on a hand. "AhhHHAAHHhhaaaits not real." She looks around as if someone would have seen her moment of weakness. Coughing into her hand she straightens her jacket before walking to the living quarters.
Though several of them are unlocked or even a step further with a door hanging open. She can only really work up the courage to check the room that reeks of estrogen, Orren's room......A few minutes later she slams the door and shudders at what she saw. "Ho-How does..." A few steps away she peers into one, spying makeup and a rubber chicken, she sighs and smiles. "In comparison to what I expected....Thats oddly comforting."
The next room spices? Ingrediant cards, and the food network left running? Another door she can't even open, but the Bio-Hazard posted on the door made her feel that this was probably in her best interest. She opened another door, finding it to be as painful cliche as they come! Its littered with various bottles of booze all at different stages of being drank and there was a rather wretched smell of old smoke....It wasn't just a smell! The smoke still lingered around the lights Despite how much ventilation the place had! She exited that room and took a deep breath upon exit, she could feel the lung cancer growing just from being in that cesspool.
The last room in comparison to the others was a lavender scent atop the suds of a warm bath. Fascinating honestly it would seem there was a sane one in the bunch after all. Time to snoop! She smirked going through drawers, a woman's taste say a lot about her. This woman was more a girl, so many comfortable outfits....Pish. A dairy should be around, she seems the type....She senses someone approaching. "Damn." Looking about she instinctively hid in the ventilation system.
As she began making her way though it she literally face-palms and reminds herself out-loud.
"I am allowed to be here...."
---Present---
She sighs fighting the urge to just get the answer from the newcomer she stoops to asking him. "What brings you here?"
Illos drops down, from a vent? Landing almost soundlessly behind the strange newcomer. "If your looking for the ragamuffins they are not home at the moment. But the kitchen is free game. That and their T.V. is quite large. Surely something can entertain you till they return?" The 5'7 woman paces around the 'Man' a raised brow. "Godzilla. That is totally your "Name" right? No no "Scales"? I feel like they would both be rude and insensitive, definitely something they would come up with."
-Rewind back before she came out of the air-duct-
The woman clad in her purple jeans and matching shades approaches the large structure. She lifts the lenses while whistling at the sheer size of it.
"Never thought I would just go in the front door...."
She slides a card and walks within the walls. A playful smirk appears on her purple lips, "When the parents are away...." The reason she is so certain no one is around is the strong telepathy she is blessed with. Even if shes not searching for a mind, she can feel them like that nagging feeling of someone watching over your shoulder. Illos wonders about the security that normally defends the place but the smell that lingers in the building comes to the forefront. Someone was a chef, seafood and bacon, an interesting choiceeee. She wretched at the smell of coffee, black as the soul that drinks it.
Quickly she begins going through the facilities, her suit alarming her to potentially hazardous levels of radiation numerous times. Traces of blood linger about in the air, unsual scorch marks.....She pulls at her collar as if to allow heat to escape, obviously this information being constantly brought to her attention was beginning to make her worry. Rather than keep the information incoming she opted to take of her glasses and slide them into a pocket. "And these are the Idiots who argued with me about the scepter? This building is a madhou....." As she went to say it she stepped on a hand. "AhhHHAAHHhhaaaits not real." She looks around as if someone would have seen her moment of weakness. Coughing into her hand she straightens her jacket before walking to the living quarters.
Though several of them are unlocked or even a step further with a door hanging open. She can only really work up the courage to check the room that reeks of estrogen, Orren's room......A few minutes later she slams the door and shudders at what she saw. "Ho-How does..." A few steps away she peers into one, spying makeup and a rubber chicken, she sighs and smiles. "In comparison to what I expected....Thats oddly comforting."
The next room spices? Ingrediant cards, and the food network left running? Another door she can't even open, but the Bio-Hazard posted on the door made her feel that this was probably in her best interest. She opened another door, finding it to be as painful cliche as they come! Its littered with various bottles of booze all at different stages of being drank and there was a rather wretched smell of old smoke....It wasn't just a smell! The smoke still lingered around the lights Despite how much ventilation the place had! She exited that room and took a deep breath upon exit, she could feel the lung cancer growing just from being in that cesspool.
The last room in comparison to the others was a lavender scent atop the suds of a warm bath. Fascinating honestly it would seem there was a sane one in the bunch after all. Time to snoop! She smirked going through drawers, a woman's taste say a lot about her. This woman was more a girl, so many comfortable outfits....Pish. A dairy should be around, she seems the type....She senses someone approaching. "Damn." Looking about she instinctively hid in the ventilation system.
As she began making her way though it she literally face-palms and reminds herself out-loud.
"I am allowed to be here...."
---Present---
She sighs fighting the urge to just get the answer from the newcomer she stoops to asking him. "What brings you here?"
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Off topic if you have a vita Danganronpa the best way to spend you art appreciation lecture!
I could do staff if that helps anything.
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Keep your ditto on!
Should I unsub? This rp may have gone the way of THQ.
True, thats what makes her above the average peon. She knows good people are out there, and she enjoys their company. But shealso can enjoy the sounds of a roach screaming whilst held above a low burning fire.
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