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──ཐི ྐ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! )ཋྀ ྐ─•──   ❛❛ I'm more of a personality guy...so you've SADLY RUINED that... I think I will be using Arin as my new safe word... thanks for that. ❜❜ ──ཀ♡ཀﮩ٨ـ 𖦤 ̊ ̟ ⊱༒︎

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──ཐི ྐ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! )ཋྀ ྐ─•── ❝ I already have... you're just annoying. And with how much you bring up how badly "I want to fuck you", I think that's what YOU REALLY want. You missed your chance... but... maybe if you ask REALLY NICELY. ❞   ──ཀ♡ཀﮩ٨ـ 𖦤 ̊ ̟ ⊱༒︎

" 𝐍𝐚𝐡, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝; thank you for calling me attractive, though. It really boosts my already inflated ego. "

Kyubey would not lay a paw on Airin. It had no sharp teeth, no claws, no strength. It could only flee from blows if they came to rain upon it. No magic, no alien tech, nothing could protect the Incubator from bodily harm except for flight from the area.

"You misunderstand us, Airin," The alien speaks, head tilted before shaking it sadly. "No, Robin isn't going to be hurt by us. Her new abilities, her powers, will keep her from losing out on that wish's benefits. We wouldn't contract a girl who couldn't fight. That's a waste of resources."

Sitting down upon its haunches, it tried to defuse the tension by stretching out, yawning. A copy of tricks used by the animals born upon Earth, a mimicry of cute.

"It is entirely up to her when she will complete the cycle. Should she despair, allow her magic to weaken, or falter in battle against a witch... That is when the cycle of a magical girl is complete. Who knows? Maybe she will have the hope and determination to live many years. Or maybe..."

A shadow fell over its face, pink-red eyes gleaming like twin demons. "... Maybe she'll reach her conclusion sooner than that."

𝐈𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐲, the way this entity continues to act and speak with absolute certainty. He wants to lash out—but he won’t. All he manages to muster behind clenched fangs is a near snarl. The audacity. Was it truly so certain Robin would take on this herculean task? He can’t speak for her, but he can protect her from this entity’s presence.

" You speak of this cycle, of battles—what were to happen if she does falter? If she does allow this new magic to weaken? " It’s not so much a question of curiosity, but a navigation of this spoken contract. It reminds him that gods use the promise of power and happiness in exchange for so much despair and trickery. Even children’s bedtime stories raise the question of whether it is worth it.

And without fail, it almost never is. He can only hope that if this entity reaches Robin, she’ll be wise and not act out of grief.

──ཐི ྐ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! )ཋྀ ྐ─•──  ❝ Okay---hold on--fact-check your buddy--I have never used the word sex around you---the word sexual---yes--- sex--- NOT REALLY .ᐟˎˊ˗ If you're going to act like you know me, Quichey, it's FUCK AND DICK .ᐟˎˊ˗ Can't believe I have to clarify with you. FUCK... Hit on a man once like the whore you were taught to be, and suddenly they never forgive you... What a world we live in... to be found attractive is an INSULT.... ❞  ──ཀ♡ཀﮩ٨ـ 𖦤 ̊ ̟ ⊱༒︎

" ...I think you need to work on your anger issues. "

──ཐི ྐ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! )ཋྀ ྐ─•──         ❝ Fluff ball, you take the meaning of FUCK YOU too literally... I have two friends with TISM. Are you the third one? Not asking to be rude, just ... I need to know if I have to adjust how I speak... ❞          ──ཀ♡ཀﮩ٨ـ 𖦤 ̊ ̟ ⊱༒︎

" 𝐍𝐨𝐩𝐞, your two favorite words are sex and fuck, so I have to clarify with you. "

──ཐི ྐ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! )ཋྀ ྐ─•──          ❝ You wanna get re-fucked?! ❞            ──ཀ♡ཀﮩ٨ـ 𖦤 ̊ ̟ ⊱༒︎

" No, because we've never, or will fuck, Aluin. "

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──ཐི ྐ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! )ཋྀ ྐ─•──   Due to a weakened state in the previous yelling, when lungs open up to take in more air, burning wheezes && coughs come through rather than words. Aluin wants to CURSE ARIN, but he knows no one was to blame for his current weakened state but himself. He has exuded too much energy && now has to wait for his body to die ──ཀཀ such an undertaking isn't so bad ──ཀཀ happens every once in a while when he forgets to feed too often ──ཀཀ but what they're both forgetting is that he is a VAMPIRE ──ཀཀ non-threatening but... ──ཀཀ A V A M P I R E.

An apex predator whose nature is to FEED && DRAIN THE LIVING. A monster whose nature is it to kill && PRISONER to that nature he is regardless of how much he FIGHTS IT. After all, his body would rather FEED && KILL than allow that slow heart to stop once more. HUNGER ──ཀཀ HUNGER THAT CAN'T BE IGNORED crawls up his throat && consumes his nerves with overwhelming dryness which burns worse than having salt or alcohol rubbed in his open wounds.

                                       ❝ Fuck off... ❞ Barely a rasp while RIPPING INTO his own hand with fangs to try && control his own body ; the words HARSH, but a warning to RUN. Despite everything, despite fighting the CALLING ──ཀཀ HE'S A MAN EATER ──ཀཀ A BLOOD SUCKER ──ཀཀ && the natural form of the shadow takes form ──ཀཀ no longer exerting energy to keep his density solid ──ཀཀ he basically floats with the darkness surrounding him, with lower half more like a mist.

                                       ❝ Arin𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𐀔 ❞ Voice like an echo, a lisp from fangs protruding ; miss like a body aiming for the living's neck like a feral animal no longer in control. The only sense left was hunger ──ཀཀ Arin's loud beating heart ──ཀཀ the only relief ──ཀཀ the hot fluid in his veins ──ཀཀ the only relief . ──ཀ♡ཀﮩ٨ـ 𖦤 ̊ ̟ ⊱༒︎

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, and the human eyes shift into feline slits when the air of the basement fully shifts. Fuck man—this guy really doesn’t know his own limits. And while every inch of instinct that is attempting to grasp at his legs is telling him to run… he simply isn’t that kind of guy.

No one else is down here, and running would mean an easier target would get caught in the crosshairs. And while he secretly vowed he’d never give Aluin his blood—at least his would be able to satisfy whatever this is faster than some human’s. It’s more potent—dancing on the edge of mortality and godhood. Its strength is enough to fully feed a normal vampire for several days before they crash, so if he does this, then he’d have to make sure the guy eats someone else right after.

So, he dodges the little fledgling’s attempt to nip him. But without much thought on his part, Airin steels his wrist and practically jams it against the vampire’s fangs, and holds Aluin’s head down with his free hand. He bites his lower lip to refrain from wincing. The only thing is, he doesn’t know this kid’s appetite or whatever other surprises he has. Hopefully, with both hands on him, he can rip him off in time.