[-✘✘✘-] ;; Did he grab the wrong bottle of liquor, or was he losing his mind over the just received information. Nonetheless. It peaked his interest once more when he saw her face on the television screen and ran her tongue along it. With a smirk of his own he presented the pierced appendage and leaned forward.
“A’igh ‘m curious now. Whut more can y’do b’side posess m’fuckin tv ‘n git’ nekkid in seconds?"
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With all her fingers, she curled them around the frame of the Tv and began to pull out of it, smiling all the while at his inquiry on more of the things she could do. One in particular she figured he’d enjoy quite a bit, "nnmmm…. ”
Cupping her palm just beneath her chin, Nana’s tongue slipped from her mouth and she began to drool, feeling the white substance pool and begin to dribble down her wrist. “This–” her bright eyes looked into her very hand, covered in saliva, “my spit can make you hallucinate~"
[-✘✘✘-] ;; Okay he’s done. He needs a drink now cause wow. Did not understand a fucking thing that she just said. Except for maybe the fact that she doesn’t wanna go look for whatever man she was talking about. The bottle of whiskey was placed against his lips and made his way over to the couch while drinking the stuff like it was water. Never really hurt him anyway. He’d need about ten bottles before he’d even feel it tingle anyway. A man rethinking his choice of bringing an alien in his home is now comfortably chugging a bottle of whiskey like it’s nothing.
With her tongue lulled from the side of her mouth, Nana crawls after him with eagerness. Yet he doesn’t seem to pay her any attention whatsoever, and it begins to annoy her. Didn’t he like her? Hate her? Wasn’t he going to do anything besides drink that whiskey?
“Don'cha wanna see
what I can do for you?”
To demonstrate her purpose, Nana glanced to the nearest electrical device; an outlet for this purpose, and her entire body turned into a beam of light, transferring into said wall. The room is quiet for a time before his TV turns on with a flicker, and she’s there, running her tongue along the screen.
“Masutā…”
It’s not so lonely at the top
I’ve been working on a partner piece to this, but it’s taking too long. So here is part one!
[-✘✘✘-] ;; The hiss in pain was well received on his end though lacked the visibility on his features. Crimson hues simply fixated on her eyes neglecting the fact that she was rubbing at the wounds like some horndog and widened his eyes when he caught up that she was an alien.
“Fuck ya mean yer an alien? ‘n da fuck do ya e’en call yerself?"
”Hahaoya calls us Kuron. She made us…“
Nana sighs, giving a rather bored shrug, ”Subete no Hahaoya made us to find a man… for her. And we all live here or.. out there.“ She gave a rather vague gesture to the sky, ”but I like you. So I don’t wanna go look for the man anymore.“
[-✘✘✘-] ;; “I tol’ ya ta shut da fuck up.”
Words full of venom were spat at her when she refused to listen to him and continued on his way home. He would have to buy a cage sooner or later for her to stay in and maybe stack up on his blades. But for the time being he simply shoved his hands in his pockets.
The trip towards his home wasn’t all that long and upon arrival he immediately wanted to make himself home when he realized the leech on his back, and shook her off of him on the ground. Not gazing at her even once, but just made his way over to the kitchen only to return with a bottle of whiskey in his hands and leaned forward to gaze at her. First things first. He needed to ask her a important question and took a gulp from the bottle. It would’ve been rude not to offer his guest some thus he emptied a small amount on her body, more or less on her wounds, before he finally spoke up,
“Jus’ whut da fuck ‘r ya?"
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Her nose wrinkled when he scolded her for speaking out of turn; well that was boring! There were plenty of things she wanted to ask him, that she wanted to know! Alas she obeyed, her cheek rested against his back while they made way through the chilly air of the now quiet streets.
When they made it to his place, she was promptly dropped like a sack of unwanted cargo, and abandoned for the kitchen. Nana rubbed her face a few times to try and dry off the crusted tears and saliva that had caked on her face from the earlier abuse. Just as Fuji returned, Nana twisted around to reach for him only to hiss in pain when he poured the whiskey on her battered body; the sting only made her whimper, her fingers vigorously rubbing at said wounds to try and push out the alcohol.
”Nm… I am Kuron.
B-By.. definition in Earth tongue; alien.“
[-✘✘✘-] ;; His free hand got slapped against the girl’s cheek several times though not with any devastating force. It was more or less him telling her to keep her head in the game and that she wasn’t even allowed to throw some sass at him.
“Shut da fuck up ‘n les’ see ‘f ya can earn ‘m back firs’. Now put on tha’ shit ya ‘ad on befo’. ‘m not gunna ‘ave ya fuck m’clothes up.”
It was a long shot, but he waited nonetheless. It wouldn’t have been the first time someone was able to do that and when she obliged he simply turned his back on her, and pulled her up to his back by the chain. In order to make his way back to his apartment. He was just craving for that smoke right now.
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“Okay, Masutā"
In a matter of seconds, the clothes that had previously melted away quickly began to mold back onto her body; the top, the skirt, and her gloves. They inevitably soaked up the blood and other bodily fluids he had forced out of her seconds prior.
When he lifted her onto his back, she eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs just at his waist and gave a strange purring sound, her chin resting on the crack of his neck while she gave gentle squeak each time he was too rough.
”It hurts~“
[-✘✘✘-] ;; Amusement filled him up again when he watched the woman in front of him crawl towards him. Eyelids once again resorted to covering half of his crimson optics and the smirk softened when she finally reached him. Tattooed fingers wrapped around the chain of her collar and pulled her up to meet his gaze. Closer to his face than she had been so far while his pierced tongue licked his lips in a slow almost antagonizing fashion before retreating it into it’s prison.
“Aren’ ya jus’ a gud li’l puppy. Betcha yer jus’ waitin’ ta git’ fix’d up ‘n ‘ave yer shit pierc’d again."
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His words soothed her broken spirit, and his touch sparked a fire in the pit of her gut. Each stroke allowed her to read deeper into him, and it was only now that she realized just how much stronger he was than herself. Clearly she had been in the wrong earlier, and gladly accepted that he was the aggressive and she would be his victim.
”Y-yeah…“
Well, he certainly wasn’t wrong. Those happened to be her favorite piercings, and now they dangled from her neck that attached to her collar; gripping bits of her flesh in their sharp ends, coated in her blood.
”I want them back…“ Immediately she gives an
expressive pout, "since you yanked ‘em out,
shouldn’t you put 'em back in?”
