Care to raise the stakes?

"Well from what I’ve seen of you, you don’t really deserve the intelligent ones. Even I have to reduce my speech to curse words and threats to make you understand what I’m trying to tell you." A slight smile crosses Miyavi’s lips and he rolls his eyes again. "Be as rude as you want, I don’t really give a shit." 

As the other comes closer to him, he’s tempted to hold out his hand and stop him in his tracks; but he’s entertained now maybe a bit curious to see where this goes. He meets Sehun’s stare and crosses his arms, “Then make me, boy, if you think you can.”

"Torture? That sounds entertaining, but oh so cliche! I’m glad you think I’m cute; that’s probably the one thing we agree on." The elder winks and shakes his head as he unfolds his arms and pushes Sehun back, but not hard enough to trip him up. Miyavi doesn’t remember the last time he had encountered someone so capable of irritating him. It’s quite a shame, because the younger male is kind of cute; sadly, he’s sure that will change after a couple of blows to the face; and he’s very eager to get to that part of this discussion.

'Mother' is the only word of the next sentence that Miyavi hears and in one swift movement he soaks his right arm just enough to allow his fin to emerge in a pool of water to his left and slams Sehun into the damp rock wall on the other side of the cave. The elder slams his arm into the base of the other's neck, keeping him in place. The sharp bone like structures of his fin threaten to dig into the other male's neck, but Miyavi doesn't want him dead yet. 

It wasn't until he was pressed against the wall with Miyavi's fin pressed into his neck that he even so much as batted an eyelash. His smile grew into something of a grin, his interest peaked in the fact that he'd struck a nerve so easily. The other's mother must have meant more than he expected to get such a reaction, and now he had his ace in the hole.

"My my, aren't we the quick one? But please you're getting my shirt wet with your disgusting spines." Sehun quirked an eyebrow expectantly, reasonably giving the other a moment to decide whether or not to back off, though as expected when he didn't take it the ivory haired male decided that it was time to take action. In a swift motion Sehun propelled his body forward forcing Miyavi back with greater strength than was probably expected from his stature, and clutched both of his shoulders taking the his opportunity to collide his head with Miyavi's in a rather harsh and unforgiving headbutt before taking his legs out from under him and forcing the other down onto the ground, hard.

          Ħ Ā Ţ Ě

                         me…

…Nice to meet you, though I’m not entirely sure what you mean.

…Nice to meet you, though I’m not entirely sure what you mean.

● abuse ( emotional, physical, drug etc.)

● crime ( murder, kidnapping, theft etc.)

● action ( fighting, races, weapons etc.)

    “What kind a’ proposition, Mr. Oh?”

     He wants to roll his eyes, make a joke of the whole thing, but it’s not exactly worth it at this point. He’ll be able to go back to relaxing in a few minutes if he can just get this dude off his back.

    “I’m not goin’ ta sign over my soul, if that’s what you’re after,” he says, “Not even sure I’ve got one a’ those, myself. But anythin’ else is fair game, I suppose.”

I am a higher being.

He graciously took the bottle as it was placed on the bar in front of him, and proceeded to pour himself a small glass, right into the one he’d used for the soju. No use starting with a brand new one, and he didn’t mind the slight mix of flavors.

"Not even you know how to kill me," he grunted, setting the bottle back down. There were some things not even the son of Satan was permitted to know. Seungjun suspected it had something to do with his brother’s paranoia about being dethroned in some sort of uprising. Sehun leading that kind of revolt was a laughable thought, really, but he supposed that it was a real enough fear, if you were the one that controlled the entirety of the Underworld.

"I’d have let you out, but Luci would never have let you back in."

The alcohol left a burn at the back of his throat that reminded him of his Fall, bittersweet but ultimately something to be found enjoyable.

Even taking his vile attitude and sarcastic remarks into account, Miyavi was still being more polite to Sehun than he usually was to others who invaded his personal spaces. He turns his back on the other as his fins finish tucking themselves snugly under the thin covering of his skin; and he walks to retrieve the set of clothes the elder recently began keeping after his victims stopped dying when he dragged them down below 250 feet of water.

This influx of supernatural creatures is beginning to piss him off, especially now that one has just entered his home without permission.

He let out a small sigh, raising one hand to comb a few stray white hairs back into place. "I swear my clients nowadays are getting less and less intelligent and all the more provocative." Giving a nonchalant shrug he allowed an unimpressed look to grace his features as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants. "It's very annoying you know." The tone of his voice had completely changed, taking on a darker tone, serious.  "Oh I'm so sorry, that must've sounded terribly rude of me. I would say I didn't mean you, but I'd be lying." 

With that he approaches Miyavi, stopping to stand directly in front of him in some small attempt at sizing the other up. It was a of course a futile attempt, Miyavi being taller and not quite as thin in body type as he, but Sehun elected to commence a stare-down anyway.

"I suppose if you aren't willing to cooperate, I'm going to have to make you."

Pink lips upturned into a small innocent smile mainly directed as more of a way to piss Miyavi off, but also to showcase something. The look was completely twisted as his eyes shifted from a nice burgundy to a bright shade of crimson in only half a second. "Let's see, how should I do that? Perhaps, I could start with torture. Break a few bones and disfigure that cute face of yours."