Apendaye Wahusika

  “My. My. I didn’t know you were so open about your stories of kidnapping children Yuuki.” A slight tease from the raven. He wasn’t stupid and knew of Yokai taking kids to eat for kicks or as a vengeance thing against a curtain person. Much like the man that took one of Yuuki’s tails from their past conversations. “And just how many children are you so proudly admitting you snatched?” Cocky smirk graced Mathew features. 

                  “You make it sound like I took ‘em for some nefarious reason.” He scoffed, ears twisted back in slight repulse of the thought. Of course he’d taken them, but he’d taken them for their benefit. Not for his own. “Somewhere between a hundred and two hundred. They were mostly orphans with nothing else, so I raised them well and ensured they were taken care of before letting them go back to this world.” Snorting, Yuuki reached forward and flicked at the man’s cheek as revenge for even making it sound like he had ulterior motives for taking them. “Idiot.”

              Oh he was so tempted to. So very tempted to blurt out that innuendo and taunt him a bit. “No surprise there, I wouldn’t want you havin’ a pussy in your mouth anyways.” Too late, he’d already done it. He was almost sorry for it, almost. Ah but Raven was hardly sorry for anything. He raised a brow when he caught the edges of excitement on his senses, pouting for a moment when the warmth of the other’s palm left his own until he realized Heine was saying yes to that. Shifting himself, he pushed upwards and got to his feet in an instant. Albinos had sensitive eyes as it was, add in a foreign splay of colour and he wondered if this would truly be okay.

Though of course he figured a solution up for that rather quickly. “Hold up.” He disappeared down the hall for a minute before coming back with sunglasses in hand. “Put these on until you adjust to the light outside. Once you’re sure you’re not gonna get blinded by the vivid scheme, take ‘em off.” For all their moments of downright taunting and teasing, the care Raven had for him showed in these little actions like this. “And, honestly? If you wanted to move in, I have no objections.”

Send “Mating Season” to catch my muse in a lustful state.@dhikisifuri

                 He was a mess, a complete and total mess over this rambunctious asshole he found endearing and wonderful. Damn his mind, damn his incapability of emotional output. He huffed in retaliation at the teasing, albeit glad to know he was still with a roof over his head. A coy smirk twisted his lips and he eyed Heine just as slyly. “Go ahead if you wanna. I wouldn’t mind ya movin’ in.” He chimed, and for all his jokes-- He wouldn’t actually be against it.

It was more often than not that Raven took to harbouring people for a few days at a time like a halfway house to move them to safer locations. He was used to having people in his flat. However, this was different. This was someone he knew well enough to be a mess for. He wasn’t sure how that would go, but he wouldn’t protest it either even if it was just to see it unfold. And to perhaps tease him all the more. “Just know, th’ cats wont hesitate to sleep on your face just because you’re a newcomer to their territory.”

  “You do realize that those munchkins who you allow to mess with your tails will be added to worlds list of assholes.” It was only a matter of time before the kids of today grew up to be the train wrecks adults are currently. And Mathew would bet there are some children that were like him when he was younger too. That means there is a mini mammal running around trying to chase a frog to dissect it shortly after capture while it was still alive. 

                   “Precisely why I prefer children. I try to teach them what their stupid parents do not. If I can some how curb the ideal of blossoming into a pretentious fuckoff, I will. I cannot bind my teachings to them, however, but at least a few have grown well.” Curt words were given rather bluntly as he showed the jagged pearl hidden behind his lips. He tried to keep them safe from the lessons they didn’t need, children were so impressionable. It was hard to keep them from learning how to hate, how to be cruel, how to be ruthless. “It was easier when I whisked them away.”

                Raven on the other hand, was easily capable of seeing himself carting Heine around throughout the store, prodding at produce and straying from the deli. He’d never quite been the most domestic kind of entity, more so he had developed a sense of unnatural prowess in being unseen in big establishments. Though the idea of actually having someone he cared for that wasn’t one of his lost kittens to do these things for? He was beginning to think that was perfect.

“Fuck.” His face hidden in his unoccupied hand, he had almost pouted at the loss of contact but quickly reigned that in when it was given back. How absolutely ridiculous could one man get? “Guess I’ll just have t’ teach ya. Or stick t’ feedin’ you instead so you don’t burn my flat down. Where are you livin’ now anyways? Y’ still roamin’ about and checkin’ in with your clique?” He was curious, though not for any real specific reason. The mention of him being spoiled was, without a doubt, the truest statement that could ever be said.

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you: (all assumptions! The bae may have some different opinions)

who the fuck put the peeps in the microwaveHeine cannot cook and doesn’t know anything about making and preparing food. So, Heine would certainly be nervous in the kitchen. It’s not a matter of impatience, it’s a matter of ‘am I doing this right?’ So Heine would be the one to check in on his food more often and make horrible mistakes too.

who forgot to put the cat(s) outside before sexRaven. Raven is the responsible owner of the cats since Heine isn’t a fan of animals. However, Raven could care less if they had a feline audience, while Heine is very picky about their surroundings and conditions when sharing intimate moments. Raven would most likely be chastised or ignored for a solid hour or two afterwards.

who posts vines of the other doing embarrassing shitRaven would totally tease Heine any chance he got. Heine is a very awkward and clumsy person sometimes, so there are many opportunities for his boyfriend to humiliate him.

who breaks the most phonesHeine, most definitely. He doesn’t know how to use them for things other than calling people, so he would get frustrated easily if he forgot what to do.

who dies firstHeine, of course. Heine dies all the time in his line of business. It’s just that he gets back up again. Raven frets over him, and Heine would occasionally convince the other how alive he really was by taking charge in bed in order to stop the demon from worrying.

which one I could see as being lactose intolerantHeine has many health problems; that much is obvious. It wouldn’t be a surprise if they found out he was allergic to milk products as well.

who thinks they can do something really well even though they can’tHeine sometimes gets overconfident in his skills and intuition. He ends up being laughed at if he fails something simple, but the banter and playful name calling afterwards has him smiling with the other.

who is more likely to get kicked out of bedRaven! If Raven says something embarrassing after sex, or if he snores too loud, or if he steals the covers, or if he punches Heine by accident, or if he pests the hell out of Heine in any way, he’s going on the floor. The cranky albino is hard to please after all.

                “Y’ got that right, this is so gross.” He snorted, as cynical and lame as they were, they’d yet to jerk each other’s hands away. Raven would call such mundane things ‘gross’ and ‘sickeningly cute’ all day long, but that wouldn’t keep him from doing them. “Ay, you accepted, so you’re responsible too. For me anyways. Better be careful, Heine. I’m oh so fragile.” Smirking, he gave the other’s hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance. Despite the sheer fact that Heine was letting him hold his hand, he knew it was likely no less troublesome on him.

Granted, he was no less patient than he’d always been, so he wasn’t against being jerked away from. He knew this was going to take some work, and he fully accepted that. If it meant he’d get Heine, well, he was prepared to accept anything. Looking up when the other spoke, he caught that look and immediately closed off his senses. Nope, he did not need to know nor experience it. He just needed to see it. And possibly return it in a less snarky look than he’d usually give.

Mathew watched Yuuki as he talked. Body language was key to figuring out the fox’s emotions through instinct and hints to how they felt. Though Mathew still wasn’t completely satisfied with the vague answer that was given to excuse the other disappearance from this world. Temporarily or not. Yet, the raven couldn’t simply pry into the fox’s mind and try to force the answer from his lips. Friends they were yes, but Mathew was no idiot to mess with someone who could out do him if given a chance.  A shrug was given as to accept the excuse given before lips part to set free words from the raven. 

                  “Maybe my ego could use a boost, hm?” Granted, he’d never admit that he didn’t have confidence in barrels, he could at least give him a little more insight. It wasn’t like Yuuki had several ‘friends’ he’d often indulge in. Children were attached to him, but adults feared him or shied away from him. His kindest offering to them was often nothing short of a curse. He was good at hiding a plethora of things, a keen one without the necessity to rely on others. Lowering his fan, the fox unraveled his tails from his hip and splayed them in their own directions. He wasn’t too keen on anyone being near his tails, anyone except Mathew.

             It had been a long and cruel road for the both of them. Both separately and together, it seemed.  Raven had started his hellish life all on his own, though. Heine had no choice in the matter. What ever the case, he’d deemed it well enough to stop. Panic had practically consumed him in the other’s absence, which only got his thoughts going towards why he’d be so panicked in the first place. He didn’t want to admit things like this, it made them real and impossible to ignore. Yet, he’d done so anyways, because he couldn’t ignore it the minute he saw the other in decent health.

Decent being a relative term to him. He was experienced in physical matters, even less so in emotional ones, and he was sure this was going to be a train wreck at first. There’d be mistakes, there’d be chaotic moments, and without a doubt-- he was certain to have clashing visits with Dog. In the end though? That was fine with him. He reached out, tanned flesh contrasting deeply against pale skin as he grasped Heine’s hand to pull it to him. Small steps, he figured. “First lesson, a sickeningly cute thing couples do: Hand holding. It’s not much, and it’s not all that invasive; but it’s what couples do when they just want to be in physical contact with their partner.”

                Oh god, what had he said? What had he just done? Raven, the ever smirking little bastard of the prostitute world, had just word vomited his guts all over the floor like it was instinct. Damned fool he was. Though his embarrassment was EXCEEDINGLY high, he maintained at least some poise and managed to simply stay on the floor like the lump of bird he was. Right up until Heine spoke, that is. His head jerked up, eyes blazing with a sudden sense of 'I'll kick you' for his jokes.

"Damn, that's a new low for me. Normally there's at least thirty in my goddamn heartfelt confessions." He quipped, wrinkling his nose in retaliation. Though it was all fun and games until the albino gave him an actual answer. Blinking a few times in mild surprise, his red pools swept over the other's lounging frame. What was he to teach him? To show him? He was as clueless as the water was clear in purified ice. No you're not, you've done this before. Right, right, that time he didn't want to remember. Either way, he could utilize the information.

Along with the fact that he was taken on mock dates when it came to work. "I am calm, I just don't know how to control my fuckin' tongue with this shit." Blurting things out was practically the only way he was ever going to say it when it came down to these matters. "Awwww you care about me, how sweet." Yes, he had to return the fire of snark. Of course, he did do something else. Those onyx wings slowly crawled from his back with short tears and disturbing noises before they revealed themselves completely, shimmered in jade hues and red gleams. He shifted closer to the couch, only to raise a wing and drape it over his lax frame.

Guess who caved and finally downloaded chrome in order to dual blog? This motherfucker. I’m on both my blogs omg this is so weird how do you people do it?