#fmthefm

"Oh Fourth-chan, I never knew you cared so deeply for me-"

Axle was already lifting her wallet, half cracking it open to peek inside when he felt someone grab his arm. Oh crap, he didn’t walk by fast enough or this chick wasn’t as timid as she looked! He glanced from the wallet, right at the woman holding him captive by the arm. “You know, you’re right!” Noting that the wallet was full of expired cards anyways, Axle dramatically shoved it right back into Kitz’s cardigan?!

With a grin of arrogance, he then tried to pull her grip off of his arm. “I’ve learned the error of my ways, yep. Now lemme go already.” He grunted, trying to tug his arm away once more. “Look, you’re broker than I am anyways-”

“Ugh.” A full scowl came across her face when he returned the wallet to her pocket rather than just handing the stupid thing to her. “With that s-sudden of a change of consciousness, I’m s-s-sur-surprised you took it at all.” She said, but only tightened her grip on his arm.

You’re gonna make Hei cry!!!

Well, since it was so kindly offered. He’s no stranger to eating things he really shouldn’t, and if someone’s going to bare their collar for him, it’s only expected that he’ll make use of it. He was given fangs for a reason.

Sadly he’s not good at being gentle to people he doesn’t have reason and impetus to care about. Flesh tears easily under his bite, once he’s leaned down and shoved everyone into proper positioning.

Winking aside, innuendo acknowledged and ignored -- if it’s a bite you’re going to offer, it’s a chunk he’ll take. He’s bloody when he straightens back up, a smear along chin and cheek (it’s almost like his gaze glows a little brighter, red to match the colour of fresh blood under fluorescent lighting).

It’s not a pact or a promise (just because it can be does not mean it must), it’s simply taking because that is what he does. (Call it inhuman, call it monstrous, both apply.) Berserker swallows then tongue flicks over his lower lip as if that would do much to resolve the mess of his face. (If his actions cause pain he does not actually care. He did what he was told, so there’s no reason to complain, yes?)

Masako cannot ignore him. Really, as much as she would like to, she can’t. The smell alone is hard to ignore, and now he’s getting up in her space.She should probably just deck him and call it a day, but she was already on pretty thin ice from her school. If this guy got the police involved, she’d definitely be suspended, if not expelled.

This idiot wasn’t worth that. Not now, at least. Still, it wouldn’t keep her from taking up a more defensive posture.

Dalet took a deep breath. Having taken the glass out of his eye, it was already starting to heal up pretty quickly, too. He could almost see out of it again. 

Walking down the street, he was calm. Collected. The only concern he had was, well, killing Damian... he didn’t deserve to live, after all. But! It wasn’t his priority. He finally had the chance to explore on his own, without Damian bothering him, so he would take that chance.