Prince of the Streets

❝You should respect me! I'm the Demon Lord, you know!!❞

► Independent serious Rchimedes roleplay blog from Senyuu! (Spoilers are to be expected.)

► Selective on following and open to most fandoms.

► Prefers rping with mutuals

► NSFW and violence will most likely be present on this blog and triggers will be tagged. If you have any, don’t hesitate to tell me.

► 9 years of writing experience, has been roleplaying for 4 years now. 

► EST timezone

► Usually rps in multi-para, but flexible to mostly any kind of rp format.

► Mun is a flower and you literally have no reason to be scared of him.

❝I'll get stronger, and then I'll show everyone that I can be a hero!❞

► Independent serious Alba Fruhling blog | Senyuu

semi-selective, singleship

open to all genres and nearly all fandoms ► I don’t rp with anything Dangan Ronpa-related, for example

prefers para and novella over one-liners

mature content is usually put under readmore

if something needs to be tagged, just tell me yo

spoiler warning for Senyuu!!

mun has +10 years of experience in total

4 years of rping on Tumblr and in English

first language is German, second language is English

I try my best to avoid mistakes, but nobody’s perfect ok

my timezone is GMT+1, but I’m usually present at night

I prefer rping with mutuals

please be my friend, I am a potato

Glazed brown eyes didn’t hesitate to allow the younger to cup his cheek and bring him closer, merely giving into the pleasant kiss and sighing out contently as arms lifted to wrap around the prostitute’s neck and bring him closer. Ah, what was he doing touching his sides like that— No, he wasn’t going to complain. 

"Just go along with it, and I'll make you enjoy yourself..." Nate murmured, tilting his head before kissing him again. The touch was firmer this time and, slowly, the prostitute started to lower the other to the couch, pulling him in closer to himself. Blair felt warm against him, pleasant, and Nate had to keep himself from rushing too much. No, he wanted to enjoy this moment, take in the sensation and keep Blair from getting too alarmed.

How submissive he was in this state to the point it was disgusting; the complete opposite of what he truly was.

Raising his head, Nate gave Blair a small smile, one of his hands raising to cup the older boy's cheek, pulling him in a little closer to lean in and press his lips to the coquette's. Just a small kiss for now, enjoy the warmth of the the intoxicated boy against him before nipping at his lip in a teasing gesture.

"I know Castelia plenty well." He refused to make eye contact. "I’ve lived here for years! Too bad it still hasn’t become any less shitty."

Nate forced himself to stand up as soon as a coat was dropped on him. If he needed to prove a point, he would. He wasn’t that pitiable and he could make it by himself. It’s strange. He wanted a free ride and attention just a moment ago, but his primary purpose was to show how cool he could be to others. Desperation never earned him any friends or admirers in the past and it wouldn’t work now, so he scoffed to the best of his ability, but it came across as pouting yet again.

"I don’t need protection. I can make it home by myself fine. I’m almost an adult." Taking the jacket off his shoulders, he thrust it back into the hands of his doppelganger. "I don’t NEED it. I’m not that desperate." His tone had little bite to it though and he held his hand back out and spoke as quietly as he could… as if getting the words out any louder and accepting help would be too embarrassing.

"Well, mister almost-an-adult, I'm afraid I can't buy your story that you've lived here forever. I've been in here for a while myself, so I know just where to go to get some nature around here, and trust me, the docks aren't it, unless you consider dirty sea water to be nature." Stretching, Nate folded his arms behind his head, giving the younger boy a smile. "You say you don't need help, but you know, you look like you could use some help getting up on your own feet around here."

Of course, he didn't think this boy could go down the same road he did - no, he was far too snarky to be able to please customers smoothly enough to get money to live. Besides, as much as it works for Nate, he wasn't exactly eager to drag people into this sort of life - it could be degrading and humiliating, after all. Not everyone was prepared to deal with the mental and physical demands to put up with it. However, it didn't mean that Nate didn't have any way to help this guy.

Smug asshole. Nate pissed him off so badly! Of course he wouldn’t back down so easily this time. It was already such a pleasant sight to have Nate wearing the handcuffs — good thing, he hadn’t given them back yet, huh? But ah, he should have expected the prostitute to do something like this, to take advantage of the handcuffs and tug him down, right into a kiss that Touya returned without hesitation, eagerly pressing his lips against the other’s and scowling at the smirk. Disgusting. It really pissed him off—

And for that very reason he harshly bit down on Nate’s bottom lip and licked over the abused skin before he moved down.

"You're just annoyed I'm talking about things you don't-... hn-" Nate stopped himself, closing his eyes with a sigh as Touya's teeth bit at his skin, sending pleasant shivers down his spine. Ah, so the little dear had decided to give in, then? Hardly something he minded - if anything, he found himself excited at how much bolder Touya was. "... Talking about things you don't like..."

That he didn't like... really. Touya wasn't fooling him - as much as he said he didn't enjoy their time together, the researcher had clearly liked his actions. This was only further proof - the sensation of Touya's fingers slipping underneath his shirt getting him to arch his back against Touya lightly in an attempt to feel more of his touch. For a brief moment, Touya was smiling against his skin - in the next, it didn't matter, as he felt Touya's hips grounding against his slowly, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure.

"Your face fucked things up." Honestly was the best policy, right? "You looked like my fucking long lost cousin or some shit and I lost my place because I glanced at you for two seconds because I honestly thought I was looking in a mirror. I haven’t eaten in two days. Do you even KNOW what that feels like?!" However, honesty was selective. It was his own fault for spending money on games he didn’t even want and the way Nate’s eyes shifted would make it clear to someone who was experienced that he wasn’t telling the entire truth. Really though, he wouldn’t usually have been distracted if the entire scenario hadn’t seemed so surreal.

"Wipe that stupid grin off your face and don’t mess with me!" He wanted to glare and was unaware that it was coming off as pouting. "Don’t steal my name! Do you even exist?! This is like something out of one of those dumb thriller movie things." So much for not risking it. The way he was talking was annoying at best and downright hostile at worst.

That was only made more amusing when the boy actually had the guts to ask him to give him money. This kid didn't really know much about the world, did he? Tilting his head, Nate let out a sigh.

"No, I really exist, and Nate is my name, not something I'm stealing. Considering how much younger you seem, I'd say that you came after me, anyway, so you would be taking my name, but thankfully, these things don't work out like that. We just happen to be similar. I've seen it happening countless times before, and it's really not that big a deal, so calm down, kid." Nate replied in a calm voice, rolling his shoulders. To think that an alternate of his would be actually trying to scavenge for food in Castelia City, and begging a stranger for money... clearly, his survival skill was something that was not natural to his alternates.

It sort of made him feel a little proud. Too bad that he had to deal with this kid right now.

"Now, first things first. Usually, when you're going to ask someone for money, you don't start insulting them first before asking them for charity." Nate replied in a calm tone, placing his hands on his hips as he tried to stop himself from showing how amused he really was. "However, since I'm such a charitable person, I'm willing to pay you a meal. I've had a good night so far, so why not?"

His smile remains innocent, his head tilting to the side as if he was simply curious.

Still, Nate couldn't help but sigh at the pitiful way the alternate curled around himself to keep warm. Was he really that cold? Why hadn't he bothered to look for a job was beyond Nate's understanding if he was trying so hard to get by. Heavens knew that, in Castelia City, job would find him one way or another, if he kept his mind open. Or at least, that's how it worked with the prostitute.

"Dun care what we do!" he chirped once he was on the couch after the other inquired as to what they should do, merely giggling stupidly and swaying from side to side in the most cheerful of manners. "Jus’ wanna have some fun wi’ you, Nate! I’m booooored ♫"

He was beyond the point of controlling himself, merely going along with whatever spilled through his lips. The consequences were always terrible once he woke up in the morning and realizing how stupid he had been while drunk— He had no sense of what he should’ve done, merely going along with whatever was apparently fun in the others eyes that they suggested.