#emergencywarning

Well that woke me up! #longcommute #rain #thunder #communtinglife #nyc #emergencywarning (at Manhattan, New York)

Sebastian doesn't exactly know what love is, and the term probably has a different definition all together for him. While normal people tend to associate love as caring for another person- Sebastian associate his love as the pleasure he experience by getting someone to do what he wants, or even predation.However, when he starts experiencing these unknown emotions, he will become 'obsessed' with whoever that person is, which will include stalking, kidnapping, and frequently harassing.

A normal person would have pushed the stranger away, but Substation wasn't exactly normal, and so, he doesn't even think about it. In fact, he doesn't seem to think at all as he remains completely unresponsive to the random act of affection.Sebastian merely stares down at the unknown man with a look of boredom presented upon his face, and an impassive expression. However, there's a fleeting flicker of curiosity behind his blue eyes as his mind finally catches up to him. He waits for the man to pull away, but he doesn't let him get very far. His strong hands come to rest upon the others hips, and his fingers lightly dig into his skin. With a sharp tug, he pulls the man closer, and his mouth presses to his ear. "I'm not fond of being teased, love." He had said lowly with a small hint of irritation, barely concealed by a quiet hiss of a whisper. "I hope that you're planning to back up your actions."

Thank you! As an insecure writer, the compliments are always appreciated. 

Alois had snorted softly, a sound that is driven by amusement, but with a hint of derision. He then shook his head in response to the others comment, his fingers plucking up another fry and bringing it to his mouth, licking the salt from his lips. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if this food caused his blood pleasure to skyrocket, the fries were practically drowned in salt. From his outside table, he turned to stare out at the bustling city as the sun began to set. The sky had dyed itself in a pale orange as the earth had tilted towards the darkness that had stretched in on the opposite side of the luminescence. In the city, the old, weathered buildings had seemed to sag in a particular gloom as snow had feathered over them, and as the shadows began to engulf them. It had been snowing like this since mid-October, and Mother Nature wasn't about to let up even a little bit. In fact, according to the weather forecasters who probably sat comfortably in their leather chairs and heated rooms, seen from the blinding televisions that sat in the window display of electronics stores, they were expecting a snow storm within the next week or so, to the displeasure of many. But, Alois liked the snow; it reminded him of home. When he hears Nick's question, he turns to stare at him. For a moment, Alois cannot decide if he's being serious or not; whether that question had deserved a proper response. "I don't know— " He comments, pausing momentarily for the dramatic effect. "I mean, it's not like we share the same ambulance or anything." He adds sarcastically.

He watched the elder man steal a fry off of his plate, and a  look of indignation had crossed over his handsome features. He didn't know where the others hands have been, and he certainty didn't want them touching his food. Alois pulled his plate towards himself, hoping to keep it out of the others reach. "Is there something wrong with your sandwich?" He had sassed sarcastically, a small frown tugging at his thin  brows. He then plucked up a fry for himself and brought it to his lips, chewing on it slowly. This time, his stomach doesn't protest- the queasy feeling subsiding.