(hiatus) wicked games

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"A trip?" a bit of a sigh left him, he didn’t think it would be such a process but then the other did need cash but even so, why did he have to be present? Ah yes… the reaper’s father, to which the other seemed so loving over and thus he was not per say comfortable with insulting the other by not taking the opportunity to meet this parental figure for the younger. However to hear that he was Father Death… this was curious to him. "You speak so highly of him, that is very good." and then he was asked of his own and what would it hurt to brag about the influential men in their life? "Aah— Mine. He’s taught me everything I know, from training as a soldier to the tasks of being a family man and the male of the house. Granted I couldn’t even become half the man he is, I try." 

"So you're still interactive with him then, that's surprising and equally rare." There was an opportunity to laugh then, although he hadn't pursued it. The reaper knowing how true his words were and thus, consequently, knowing how severe they were as well. The fact that the gargoyle still shared a bond with his father was stupendous in these times, stupendous even in those times that the gargoyle more than likely hailed, and stupendous in that, beneath that grandeur, there was envy. For Father Death was not truly his, thus he hadn't known the positive pressure built from those structuring expectations. Initial responsibilities, first served through the hand of a son's prime creator. Delicacies the reaper had missed out on. "Congratulations. Do you two keep in touch frequently? I haven't really developed a way to keep in contact with my Dad. Then again, we just started speaking again so, I guess that's excusable." He laughed then, shaking his head. "Are you and your Dad on good terms, or were abused as a child?"

There was a chipper tune in the reaper’s voice though it seemed that way. Stepping into the other’s dorm with the ease of a few steps that shook the floor some. “Not too difficult. The directory has a very detailed design for the maps so locating Aqua was simple, but yes this is my first time here.” he nodded and with his hand reaching into the back of pants and into his pocket he removed his wallet. “I assume the funds in any which way are fine? I was not comfortable toting cash around of that quantity. So…” flipping it open he retrieved a slim piece of paper. “I went with a check. Plus it allowed me to keep track of this purchase.” and then it was handed over. 

The reaper accepted the cheque with a tender quirk of lips, brows raised as he hummed in what sounded like comprehension, a nod moving his head to emphasis his understanding. "You know, I actually need cash, though it's cool that you've chosen this style of payment, because that means that you and I can go on a little trip, as long as that's alright with you. They have these accounts online that use money directly, that way I don't need to have something that has your signature on it, or any direct affiliation with your bank account. Just safety precautions, as I'm sure you understand. And plus, I can pick up something that we can both sign so I can show my Dad that you exist." He chuckles. "Death is paranoid, as ironic as that is, but it's really cool, because it makes him very alert and because of that, exponentially understanding. He's really, ah, he's really amazing, and the best part is he personifies what death really is, you know? He's mysterious and yet so warm and welcoming, like the beginning that death really is, not the end." He sighs happily then, stepping out the doorway. "What about you and your Dad? What's he like?"

Takuya pursed his mouth slightly at the words, changing his position to cross his arms over his chest. “What if I don’t actually care? Maybe charging asshole darkspawn is a good thing,” he lifted a brow.

Junsu clenched his teeth inwardly, sighing momentarily as he nodded with a lithe hum, "You know, you're right. I agree with you, actually, and the school faculty does too, which is why they're charging the darkspawn in the end. If you want, you can give me your monthly payment now, sign here," he points to the paper the other had recently applied his signature to, "and I'll say that you've paid for five months in advance. It's only one hundred fifty and I can pull some strings."

"Oh, sorry, it’s no big deal, though," he shrugged a little, but understood whatever it was that held Junsu back. "Okay, I’ll be back, then," he assured him and went to get the money he’d promised the other. Not long after, he returned to the same spot. "Here," he offered with a slight smile.

Junsu's eyes widened in what he hoped look like a positive type of incredulity, his hand reaching for the money as he then remembered the signature portion of the competition. "Hey," the reaper chimed, reaching for the backpack kept slung over his shoulder -- the convenience of meeting the vampire in the hallway -- pulling out a pen and pad as he pushed them into the other's arms. "Is it okay if you give me your signature and how much you've paid? I want to have a keepsake, or actually, maybe just a reference, so I can pay you back eventually. You have no idea how much this means to me, and I just, I want to show my gratitude. So please, I insist."

"I d-didn’t push you!" the angel sputtered insulted, cheeks reddening. "I d-d-don’t.. I a-am not.. I d-d-didn’t d-do it.." The angel stuttered and took the other’s hand, pulling out the pencil and putting his hand on the wound, closing his eyes as he healed the, very minor, wound. "T-there.. n-n-no i-i-infirmary n-n-needed.. I n-n-need t-to get m-m-my b-b-bottle n-now.." 

The reaper paused, internally peeved at the angel's healing abilities. Annoyed because he should've guessed that something like this would happen, and automatically realizing he would need more help. "Are you sure you didn't push me in some sort of desperate way to get to your bottle, drunkard? And then I when I told you to kindly apologize, are you sure it wasn't you who simply continued to go after that same bottle?" His eyes narrowed. "You've abused me, and now you just want to go.." He bit into his lip, faking a steady stream of tears. "What kind of angel are you?! How could you do this to me and treat me like I'm nothing?!"

The vampire shook his head at the flash of doubt. “Yeah, it’s no problem,” he assured him with a nod, thankful that it worked out for his and the other’s sake. “Come with me to get the money, then,” he suggested.

"I -- I have anxiety in social situations like that," he stammered out, words fluttering nervously as he nodded, making his uncertainty blatant. "Is it okay if I stay here?" The reaper suggests instead. "Or if I go with you, I'll just stay at the back? I don't know, having to call someone to get your money just makes me a little nervous, I'm sorry. Ugh."

Takuya looks at him incredulously. “I didn’t,” he replies with a light huff before deciding to be at least slightly more accommodating. “Demon. What is this for? The headmaster is already aware of this shit.”

"Demon," the reaper repeats in an inaudible murmur, fetching the book bag slung over his shoulder as he reached for a pad of paper and a pen, sketching down the race. "Add your signature here, please. The headmaster is thinking of issuing rent for the students that stay on campus. Darkspawn obviously having to pay the most because typically being related to Hell or general death, they're considered to put the school at the highest risk."

Another brief moment of doubt comes over him, but he pushed it away, wanting to help in any way that he possibly could since he knew the pain of losing someone like that. “Oh, it’s the least I can do. Let me make a call to someone first,” he said, knowing he needed to check first before he could actually withdraw that much. Pulling out his phone, he made the call he needed to, getting the approval reluctantly.

Junsu maintained his act, feigning well the anxiety that he assumed someone would have knowing that they could potentially be denied. "Did -- did it work? Did you get what you needed?" He asked, his fingers rubbing against his wrist. "Or, have plans changed?"

As he continued to speak, Jongin could feel his heart breaking a bit for the other student. “I…” he paused, debating if he could help him since it seemed just so important to Junsu. He knew the feeling, and he wanted to help if there was something he could do. “I’ll help you, with what I can at least. I mean, I think I only have a few hundred, but you are welcome to it for him,” he agreed, a slight voice in the back of his mind saying not to, but ignoring it for the sake of his sympathy.

"A fe-- a few hundred?" Junsu stammers, feigning well his incredulity as his fingers rub over each other and then at his eyes, cleaning away his tears as he excitedly embraces the vampire. "Oh, oh my God, you have no idea how much this means to me. It doesn't have to be anything big, just knowing that I can at least get a grave lot already makes everything so much better. Thank you, so much."

The vampire’s eyes widened a bit at the tale, his own emotion clogging his throat and threatened to spill over, the blackness wanting to sink over him again. Instead, he clenched his jaw and reaches out a tentative hand for comfort. “I’m…so sorry,” he muttered, voice hitching slightly before he cleared his throat. “Is there anything I can do for you? That’s so terrible, do you want a hug?” he offered.

He sniffled, smiling weakly despite the feigned tears that had begun to stung the edges of his eyes. "Honestly, there isn't much and what there is, I don't think it's fair of me to ask of you. I just, I just want to put him to rest, you know? I want him to be put to sleep, peacefully, beautifully like he deserves to, but I can't afford it. How am I supposed to make at least a thousand when I'm a student here with no connections at all?" He snorts, shaking his head. "I'm such a stupid fucking idiot. I couldn't save him and now I can't even preserve his memory. Way to fucking go."

At the explanation, the vampire nibbled his lip lightly, immediately feeling a sense of sympathy for the other student. “Oh, dude…I’m sorry. Who did you lose?” he asked gently, whatever guard he had up in the beginning evaporating with his words.

"Kai, you said your name was?" The reaper repeats lightly, tilting his head as he mulls over just who he had allegedly lost, and comes to his decision once he remembers just why exactly the vampire's name was so familiar. "I lost my," he pauses, "my lover. I don't know what happened. I just went out to go," he chokes, "go to the store, and I came back, and -- and I took this shortcut through the alleyway, and, and he was, he was," tears swelled up, "he was dead. Bloody and dead."

He nodded at the reference, a slight laugh leaving him. “Oh, really? And why is that? Something against Kyuhyun? Because I know we’ve never spoken,” he quirked a brow.

"Well, that, and you seem like a really genuine guy. I'm psychic, literally, and my ability sort of revolves around empathy. Reading people, I guess you can say, is some sort of innate ability for me." He chuckles shyly, fingers trailing up his arm. "It's just rare that you meet someone who's sincere, you know? I sort of, need that now." He sighs, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, it's just, I lost someone close to me. Having issues coping."