#jirayus

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"so . . . they're like talking cars?" brows furrowed somewhat at the other's explanation, occasionally sipping the wine cooler that had been warming up between her thighs; the alcoholic beverage was served in an elongated glass with an equally long straw. she might need to get more ice cubes soon; the taste was slightly spoiled by the warmth. "and they do races & stuff? that sounds fun~" somewhat slurred words escaped from her lips whilst she threw herself against the cushion of the couch they had been sitting on. "kind of like us, huh? talkin' cat —" a pause, a finger pointing at herself before she pointed towards the other with a large grin prancing atop her lips. "—and talkin' dog!" an array of giggles was soon to follow before she attached her lips to her straw again. "i think your beer is empty . . . see, can't understand how you drink that! isn't it like all bitter & shit?"

perhaps that was the wrong thing to ask . saint's not sure if they've made things better or worse , but he understands to a point . ( there is a familiarity between the two of them ; though saint's parents are long gone , now , reclaimed by the embrace of the earth . )

( everything is wrong , he'd said . saint understands this all too well . ) ❝ yeah , i'll bet . ❞ they say , nodding thoughtfully . offering comfort is not his strong suit but they'd be damned if they didn't at least try . ❝ i don't know why everything's gone wrong mate , but let's tackle things one at a time first , yeah ? ❞

❝ you wanna come outside with me ? you look like you could use a smoke . ❞ because it's the only thing that keeps saint calm , too .

"god, be a bit more careful next time!~" the divinity chirped in playful manner, quickly leaning down to where the other had stumbled & fell. alas, the chuckle brewing in the back of her throat soon died down once she saw the scraping atop his knees. he was bleeding. immediately would the scent of human blood attack her senses; an awful reminder of her true nature. no matter how often she would hide behind that divine façade. no matter how much she tried talking herself out of it; you were still a beast deep inside. "a—ah . . . " immediately would the woman avert her gaze, hand covering nose & mouth as she felt those urges creeping up her spine. it always felt like a fever; the heat rose, leading beads of sweat to appear upon her forehead as her whole body trembled in uncontrollable manner. "ah, i'm . . . i'm so sorry, ji." a pause, a heavy breath interrupting her words. "i'm not good with . . . with blood."