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Upon My Birth Certificate ::
xxxKuro (left) & Kana (right) Sayaka
Secret Aliases ::
xxxWonder Twins (activate!)
Candles on My Cake ::
xxx21
Precious Family ::
xxxOur own
Defining Feature ::
Kuro:
- 6 piercings left ear, 5 piercings right ear
- Tongue piercing
- Left arm tattoo
- Left wrist tattoo
- Right shoulder blade tattoo
- Hip bone piercings

Kana:
- 3 piercings left ear, 2 piercings right ear
- Left eyebrow piercing
- Right side lip piercing
- Tongue piercing
- n****e piercings
- Belly button piercing
- Tramp stamp

Weapon of Choice ::
x x xWhen they're not able to use their bodies, brains, or sharp (and pierced) tongues, Kuro wields a meteor hammer, where Kana is more of a "black widow," relying on poisons and paralytics that will be administered either orally, hidden in food and/or drink or through injection/poisoned needles.

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( ◆ ) ⓛⓘⓚⓔⓢ
○ Piercings/Tattoos: Yeah, as if that wasn't obvious by how much they have of their own. Accents and decorations of the flesh always warrant more attention, and that is very sensual and erotic in their minds. Licking, sucking, biting, touching... Well, you get the idea.
○ Being Naked: These two have quite a wardrobe selection, but their favorite outfits have to be their birthday suits. Whether their job was a contributing factor or just a perk for their exhibitionism, they have no problem walking around in the nude both on and off the clock.
○ Each Other: Their relationship could be considered borderline incestuous (no penetration though!), but these two have no problem being touchy-feely with one another. They'll spoon, kiss, dry hump and occasionally get to second base with each other (What the hell, don't make us sound so perverted! D:<), but their attraction to each other is pretty much nothing more than friends level. Sure it might seem wrong to some (and hot to others -cough-), but they don't love each other in that sense, they won't go "all the way," and they'd much rather hook up with someone else than each other. But ya know on those special requests and on those lonely nights... (Lonely nights?! Please just shut up, anyone who's reading this is probably repulsed by now DX)
○ Accents and Foreign Languages: (Applies to Kana) Kana is not that picky when it comes to things that turn him on, but if you really want to rev his engine, speak with an accent or whisper sweet nothings into his ear in a different language. He can pretty much get off to that alone.
○ Horror Movies: (Applies to Kuro) If you think you're a horror movie buff, you clearly have not met Kuro. His collection of the macabre and disturbing spans several bookcases and practically every country that has released a horror movie. Blood, gore, violence, screams, and things that go bump in the night were meant to be caught on film <3

( ◆ ) ⓓⓘⓢⓛⓘⓚⓔⓢ
● The Mafia Families: Honestly, there just a bunch of boys with toys; no respect, no loyalty, no mercy, no care... No reason for them to be around. It wouldn't be too hard to simply pick. them. apart. Each one is built like a house of cards, and these twins are looking to blow them down (Yeah, watch 'em crumble! >8D). The twins keep their own loyalties to DTB, but to anyone else... Well, they will trust you as far as they can throw you.
● Mornings: (Applies to Kuro) He is not a morning person in the least bit. Kana can't recall how many times he's been punched or kicked or beaten when he tried to wake his twin up. In Kuro's mind, the hours before 11am (at the earliest) don't exist since he's never awake for them.
● Spicy/Hot Food: (Applies to Kana) He's the one with a cat's tongue, so spicy foods don't sit well with him... Or many foods for that matter. (Where he doesn't eat hot foods, he eats enough d*** to make up for it)

( ◆ ) ⓕⓔⓐⓡⓢ
□ Being Separated: There's a reason why twins are created and born at the same time-- So they can be together forever. I mean sure they're fine if each other has a separate life... Just as long as that separate life has plenty of twin in it. (... How does that make it a 'separate life' then? o 3o)
□ Claustrophobia: (Applies to Kuro) At the age of 5, the twins had been exploring an abandoned house when Kuro fell through a boarded up well hole in the ground. Unable to climb out, he was relying on his twin to go get help, but somehow Kana let it slip his mind (Hehehe...) and help didn't come for Kuro until past nightfall. Being enclosed in that small space for hours really does a number on you.
□ Large Bodies of Water: (Applies to Kana) He's not sure when or why it started, but Kana has always been bothered by large bodies of water; sure he's fine in the shower/bath, but going into a pool, lake, ocean, etc. is not an option. Course it doesn't help that every time they go to the beach (I only sunbathe), Kuro picks him up and tries throwing him into the water.


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↘ History Repeats
There was no doubt that from the moment Kuro and Kana were fetuses, they were going to be trouble, and since there were two of them that meant double trouble. Ten months after conception, their mother's screams filled the OB/GYN section of the hospital and between each shriek would be "Get these demon kids out of me!" And boy she wasn't lying.
Their parents had been hoping for "double your pleasure, double the fun" when it came to the twins, but instead it was just "double your torment, double the mess" that ranged anywhere from after-playtime destruction, or issues at school. Growing up everyone could see that Kana was the princess, the soft dainty royalty, while Kuro was the knight in shining armor, coming to the rescue and slaying the "bad guys" at any chance he could get.

But sadly for these two, this was not a fairy tail life. At the age of fourteen, the twins had received word that on their way back from visiting their grandparents, Kuro and Kana's parents had died in a car crash, leaving the two boys parentless. With no uncles/aunts to live with, and with their elderly grandparents unable to provide for their grandchildren properly, the boys decided that it was best that they live on their own.

But as if independence at such a young age wasn't hard enough, imagine two kids opening the door to see three men donned in suits and sunglasses, demanding payment. Apparently in order to afford the house, their father had taken out a loan from a not-so-reputable place-- a loan shark that had ties to the local mafia. Since neither teen had money, they had to pay one way or another, didn't they? The males grabbed up Kana and began to drag him towards the door, saying that there would be plenty of old, rich men who would pay for this princess. Well big brother mode set in as Kuro managed to grab a gun from one of the men's holster, shooting and killing all three while his brother sat on the floor, sniffling and crying. It was on that bloodied entryway carpet that Kuro made a promise to his twin; that no one would split the two of them up, and if anyone tried-- mafia or otherwise-- that their death would be served at the twin's hands.

After rummaging through the dead men's wallets and pawning off any jewelry they had on them, the two boys purchased as many weapons as they could; what was once just a loan that needed to be collected turned into a loan and three deaths. Returning to school was out of the question since it would be too easy to track them there, staying at home was practically a death sentence, so the only thing the two could do was to bounce around from place to place, stealing what money they could to buy a cheap apartment to hide out in until they were found out and had to kill the lackeys who had discovered them. This worked for the next year or so and they would have been fine with this lifestyle (because all they needed was each other), had it not been for the climax of the issue that had been haunting them for the past few years.

It was Kana's day to go out grocery shopping (even those on the run have to eat) and after hour one, it hadn't even crossed Kuro's mind that something was up. Hour two... Well, maybe that airhead had gotten sidetracked. Hour three... There was no excuse for him not to be home now. And hour four is when he got the call that if he wanted his brother alive to come alone and unarmed to the designated location. As if he believed "alive" was an option for either of the twins, but he accepted the terms; eighteen dead and a loan whose interest had built up monumentally, there was no way they wouldn't be giving up their lives to pay the debt they had incurred.

Kuro followed the directions to the meet up point, one sixteen year old against seven grade A mobsters in a mafia-owned warehouse; saving his twin was next to impossible. And it seemed that it was already too late as the older twin saw the younger naked, bound, bruised, and shaking; when he couldn't even protect Kana from this evil, couldn't keep his promise, couldn't save him. In that moment, they were back to those two children in their old home, hugging one another as if for dear life and promising all that they'd get through this. They curled up against one another, heads hidden as they waited for those two fated shots to ring out and for their bodies to drop. Instead there were seven shots and seven bodies dropping, none of which were the twins. They looked up to see a bluenette standing before them, the man that would become their savior and their boss-- Ace.

Ace offered them a second chance, their debts cleared and all their problems taken care of, in exchange for their loyalty, to become his little helpers. Well who were they to say no to the man that saved them? And he kept his word, and the twins were able to move back into their home and return to school (even if they were practically two years older than everyone in their class), but when they weren't busy being "good boys," they were busy being the bad boys Ace knew they could be, taking care of any mission or any chore he decided to give the twins.

Well it'd only make sense that they'd hone in their less-than-reputable abilities to be more of an asset to Ace, and when he opened DTB, it'd only make sense that they'd join his staff and strut their stuff around the members of the mafia underworld. Well that's what they did at face value, but on the inside...

↘ People Change
Kuro: Kuro is the older of the two twins (Three minutes, baby!), so he's always had a sense of "the protector" when it comes to his twin. This has gotten him into a lot of scuffles growing up, so of the two, he's definitely the aggressor and the one that's more openly hostile. He's rough around the edges, but he means well... Most of the time. You just have to look past the violent tendencies, the impatience, and the trouble-maker attitude. But don't worry, Kana will help keep him in line... When need be.

Kana: The kitten of the two, Kana is the more docile, sweet twin. But just like everyone else, he also has other sides to him-- The princess, and the black widow. The princess-- Well, that speaks for itself. The all-about-me, gimme-what-I-want, you-know-I'm-the-best (And we all know I am~) attitude, and it's hard to say no to this pretty boy. But should you say no, that's when the black widow comes out. The dark side will come out and get you, and in some ways, can be more frightening than Kuro on his violent rampage. Just keep the baby happy, feed him sweets, and he'll be your kitten too <3

↘ Some Things Stay the Same
Kuro and Kana

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κυяѳ & κɐɴɐ
Double the pleasure, double the fun

As a young man, it wasn't unusual to wake up in a strange and unfamiliar bed, in a strange and unfamiliar room, with a strange and unfamiliar person. Didn't mean that it wasn't something you had to get used to each time, but could Kuro really be surprised that this morning was one of those mornings? He rolled his head this way and that, mapping out the ceiling as he tried to recall just what happened last night. It was odd because he couldn't remember going out at all-- it had been a quiet night in with his twin filled with movies and videogames; they had work the next day so Kana didn't want them to get into any trouble... At least, not off the clock. And he was pretty sure he remembered crawling into bed with his brother (relax, they were just sharing a bed), but if all of that was true, then why was he not in his bed in his room with his brother?

"Kuro-samaaaaaa~"

"What the fu..." Kuro hoisted his head up off the pillow and looked down at the end of the bed, seeing a blond male standing just past his feet. Oh, but not just any blond, a blond naked neko.

"Kuro-samaaaaa~" The male cooed again, giving a small 'nyah' face as he saw Kuro was now awake and looking at him.

Color Kuro confused. Just who was this person and why was he dressed as a cat boy? He couldn't even called it dressed since the kid was also naked... Well, he wasn't complaining about the naked part only because he was a guy and such things were always welcomed. Odd, but welcomed.

"Mimi has been lonely while you slept," the neko purred in a saddened tone, slinking over to the side of the bed next to where Kuro was currently laying, "Will Kuro-sama make Mimi happy again? Mimi loves Kuro-sama, especially when he makes Mimi feel good..." The boy gave a shy yet playful blush, his ears laying down against his head in an oh-so-innocent manner.

". . ." Kuro just looked at the little blondie for a few seconds, wondering just what really was going on... Actually, at this point could he really try and wrap his head around it? You know the saying, never look a gifted horse in the mouth, so it was best just to roll with it; he'd worry about where his clothes were and how he was getting home later. Plus he'd also have an awesome story to tell Ace when he got to work, even though he'd probably be late, but being the sexual deviant he was, Ace would understand. The male reached out and grabbed up the cat boy's lithe form, pulling him on top of the twin's body with a small 'nyah.' Kuro freckled kisses down the boy's collarbone, capturing up the erect pink n****e between his lips and suckled at the nub of flesh.

"Oh Kuro-sama~... Kuro-sama... Kuro...KURO!"

Kuro's eyes snapped open as he looked up at a bewildered Kana staring down at him, hair wet, dressed in today's choice of undies... And n****e in Kuro's mouth. He remained frozen in his position, moving only his eyes to look around the room. Turns out he really was in his bed, in his room, with his brother; what he had just experienced had been nothing but the dream of a natural male who let hormones get the better of him, even when unconscious.

"... Kuro, what the hell are you doing?" Kana spoke again, wondering why he was currently trapped against his twin's body and being molested. "We gotta get ready for work, and... Well, what are you doing to my n****e?"

The older twin released the pierced bud and its owner, letting Kana stand up along the side of the bed, pulling his undies back up to his hips since that yank down had practically disrobed what article of clothing he had on.

"Sorry, I just had a weird a** dream where this cat boy was like my love slave or something," Kuro informed his twin as he scooted up in the bed, arms stretched over his head and his back arched in his mid-morning stretch.

"Maybe if you didn't stay up till one in the morning playing dating sims, you wouldn't be dreaming about cat boys and molesting me when you should be getting ready for work," Kana suggested, reaching into the nightstand for their arsenal of body piercing studs, rings, etc. to change his earrings. He glanced at their two phones sitting side by side, noticing a small letter glowing on both of the front screens. Reaching for the one on the right (his), he flipped open the phone, reading the text message from their numero uno, Ace.

"You didn't even notice we got a note from Big Daddy?" Kana inquired, letting his fingers race over the keypad to respond to their boss's text. The younger twin was odd enough to call Ace embarrassing pet names like that; but no worries, he knew that Ace was not available so it was all in good fun.

To: Ace of Spades
From: Kanananananana
RE: Research
Pulling Kuro from the bed, but we should be in soon. Consider the kid spied upon, your watchdogs are on the move <3

Kana hoisted his leg up and gave a swift jab with his foot into Kuro's side, producing a growl of pain from his twin. "Come on sleepy-face, we got work to do direct from the boss!" he informed the other, setting his cell back down and finishing fixating the small metal accessories in his skin. The elder twin scowled at the other, rubbing his side before finally climbing out of bed and padding across the bamboo floors towards the bathroom for his shower.

Twenty minutes and several of Kuro's bitchings later, the two were dressed and out the door, filling up on a couple of muffins Ace had sent over a few days ago (or maybe ones they had scoffed from him, either way) while they rode on the train to the DTB cafe several stops away from their home. Kana leaned his back against his brother's shoulder steadying himself while he painted his fingernails (today's color was a coral pink) on their ride to work. Kuro in the meanwhile was giving death glares to anyone within the vicinity that could potentially be eying his twin, whether it was out of perversion or out of disturbance for such an odd boy. The twins' stop finally came and the two bound off the platform and up the steps into the street, Kana quickly latching himself onto Kuro's back as if he were a koala, leading the elder male to carry his sibling the rest of the way to the cafe.

The bell gave a small jingle as the boys entered the cafe, the piggyback-ee giving a small cackle and calling out, "Is Hot Mama here yet~?" glancing around the cafe and all of the familiar and unfamiliar faces that inhabited the current floor, looking for the bluenette boss, "We're here~ <3" Kuro didn't wish to support the unnecessary weight any longer, dropping his brother, who let out a small 'oomph as his butt made contact with the tile.

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✚ ________________ The General Information

xxxxxxName || Marlow "Marli" Arnald Petrovich
xxxxxxAge || Twenty-four going on thirteen
xxxxxxStatus || P-A-T-I-E-N-T

✚ ________________ The Detailed Profile

xxxxxx Weight || 150 lbs
xxxxxx Height || 5' 10''
xxxxxxPersonality || what do you act like?
xxxxxxProblems ||
- Scizotypal Personality Disorder: A personality disorder that is characterized by a need for social isolation, odd behavior and thinking, and often unconventional beliefs. Behaviors include behavior/appearance that is odd, eccentric, or peculiar; Odd beliefs or magical thinking, influencing behavior and inconsistent with subcultural norms; Suspiciousness or paranoid ideas; Obsessive thoughts without inner resistance, often with dysmorphophobic (obsession with an imagined defect in physical appearance), sexual, or aggressive contents; Unusual perceptual experiences including somatosensory (bodily) or other illusions, depersonalization or derealization; Vague, circumstantial, metaphorical, over-elaborate, or stereotyped thinking, manifested by odd speech or in other ways; Occasional transient quasi-psychotic episodes with intense illusions, auditory or other hallucinations, and delusion-like ideas, usually occurring without external provocation.
- Megalomania: A psychopathological condition characterized by delusional fantasies of wealth, power, or omnipotence; An obsession with grandiose or extravagant things or actions.
- Oppositional Defiant Disorder: An ongoing pattern of disobedient, hostile and defiant behavior toward authority figures; includes excessive, often persistent anger, frequent temper tantrums or angry outbursts, and disregard for authority.
- Intermittent Explosive Disorder: A behavioral disorder characterized by extreme expressions of anger, often to the point of uncontrollable rage, that are disproportionate to the situation at hand.


xxxxxxEnjoys ||
☑ Power/dominance
☑ Causing pain/torment to others
☑ Destruction
☑ Tattoos
☑ Reptiles
☑ Chaos/disorder
☑ (Un)consensual fornication [the rougher, the better]
☑ Morphine
xxxxxxDislikes ||
☒ Opposition
☒ Not getting his way
☒ Taking his medication
☒ Authority figures
☒ Those who speak ill of him
☒ The boys here who don't wanna play with him
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xxxxxxBiography ||
Marli is one of the few boys of Lexxon Prison that's actually from Russia. He was born an only child to his father, an Englishman who was a professor at a college in Moscow, and mother, a Russian ballet teacher. His parents, even during the years of Communism and its collapse, were wealthy enough that they could afford to give Marli whatever he wanted that would make any normal child content and have a good childhood... but Marli was never a normal child, now was he. Perhaps it was the genes passed to him from his parents' families and their inherent mental issues of previous relatives that made him like this. Perhaps it was unknown complications at birth/pregnancy that somehow warped his brain. Perhaps it was some other third thing, but what his parents couldn't understand was why their son had turned out how he had, and how he was always abnormal, no matter what they did or how they tried.

It started with small things, violent tantrums, disobedience, unusual thoughts and actions, but as Marli grew older, his actions grew more dangerous. It had reached a point where Marli could no longer attend school, for no teacher would accept him; apparently he would abuse and torment other children to the point that some would not even return to school. Desperate to straighten up their son, Marli's parents sent the boy to a military school in hopes that harsh discipline would fix him. Six months passed and Marli was back at home, dishonorably discharged from the school for sodomizing his drill instructor with the man's own riding crop; Marli simply could not accept the orders from his superior and sought to do something about it.

At the end of his rope, Marli's father called an acquaintance from the college, a young professor of psychology who offered his assistance in that he would speak with Marli and try to get through to him. When the boy paid his visit to the professor, it resulted in nothing but horror and police action. Police reports detail that Marli raped and tortured the young professor, causing his death due to the sustained injuries, followed by him taking a class of Freshman hostage. When Marli was apprehended during the police surge, each student was found naked, bound, gagged, maimed, and humiliated in ways that none of them dared to speak about after.

Due to the disturbing-ness of his crime(s) and his past behaviors, Marli was deemed "insane" and sent to Lexxon prison for an undisclosed amount of time. Now he just bides his time amongst the others, wondering how unknowing the court must have been that they put this wolf in with the sheep.

✚ ________________ The Secrets Within

xxxxxxSecret || Marli has a growing addiction to morphine due to the fact that interns and young nurses would inject him with it whenever he became unruly or had one of his tantrums. He'll do just about anything to get his fix when the mood strikes him... which could be good or bad, so be careful.
xxxxxxSong || Drowning Pool - Bodies
xxxxxxPuppeteer || salsaplant

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┣▇▇▇═─ Marlow "Marli" Petrovich ─═▇▇▇┫

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✖нєℓℓσ му иαмє ιѕ Sutekh Radames✖

.вυт ι ℓιкє тσ вє cαℓℓє∂ nickname.
.ι нαρρєи тσ вє 34 уєαяѕ σℓ∂.
.ι'м Male ιѕ ιт иσт σвνισυѕ?
.ι'м αвσυт 6 fєєт 0 ιи¢нєѕ тαℓℓ, αи∂ 165 ρσυи∂ѕ.
.∂σи'т уσυ киσω? ι'м the prince's adviser.
.ι ѕωιиg in a circle.
.∂σи'т тєℓℓ...вυт ι нανє ιт вα∂ fσя no one. I don't have time for romance... But Sowilo...
.σн! σн! ι ℓσνє тнєѕє...

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.вєнιи∂ тнιѕ ѕтσяувσσк уσυ мαу fιи∂...

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Roven, Olivier

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxM y _F i l e

►Nicknames:
►Age: 24
✫True Age: 48
►Gender: Male
✫Sexuality: Homosexual
►Species: Were - Naga (albino snake)
✫Family: The Lovely Death
►Gifts: Powers/Abilities

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Coin operated boy,
Sitting on the shelf,
He is just a toy,
But i turn him on...

ღ Kaden ი Wickerson ღ
Shoppe Owner Extraordinaire

It was obvious that Kaden enjoyed Setsuna's company probably just as much as if not more than Setsuna enjoyed the shoppe keeper's. There wasn't many pets that came back to the shoppe once bought, but time and time again Kaden would receive a call that the neko was being returned, and even though he had been disobedient with his owners, each time Kaden would greet him with a plate of sweets and strawberry milk. He couldn't help it, call it the motherly side of him if you will. He could still remember the boy's most recent "return," not even getting a phone call or notification that the neko was being returned, just the half dead body and cage dropped at the shoppe doorstep, each moment as precious as the next while the manager raced against the clock to put the broken neko back together. And he had just barely made it. Kaden hadn't told Setsuna that he had died twice while on the table, but he figured the younger male knew how severe the attack had been. Kaden had used whatever medical supplies he had in the backroom to seal the dark haired boy up, and it was quite a miracle that Setsuna had survived and was healing as well as he was.

"It's not odd at all," Kaden responded, "In fact, I feel rather flattered that you like staying here with me, even if your quarters are less than roomy and your company isn't all that exciting." He pointed to himself at the last part, chuckling a little in his modest way. "But who knows, maybe the company will be nice enough to let me keep you as a pet." He chuckled a bit louder this time; a pet having another pet as a pet. Something about that didn't seem to suit either of the two of them. It was an amusing thought nonetheless, and Kaden would be lying if he said he wouldn't enjoy being around Setsuna more often than he was already. But Setsuna was company property until he was bought again, and as long as Kaden had been a part of said company, he had no where near enough money to be able to afford such a high-end pet.

He was just about to hand over the plate to Setsuna and attend to the new customers when he noticed a damp spot forming along the neko's upper chest. Setting aside the plate yet again, he carefully reached in to the cage, touching the wet spot with two fingers and pulled them back, a tint of red sticking to his skin. "Dear me, looks like you ripped your stitches," he commented aloud, stepping aside from the cage, "I have to attend to the new owners right now, but if you go sit behind the counter and wait, I'll look at your wound and fix the stitches, alright?" He left the cage completely open for Setsuna to climb out of, already walking back to his station and setting the food on the counter top for the neko to eat whenever, back to the cages as he gathered up the paperwork. Oh he was very trusting of the dark haired neko, knowing that he knew it would not be a smart idea to try to escape with such a wound nor would he even be able to get to the door without Kaden subduing him first. And besides, if Setsuna was so content here, then he had no reason to leave, right? Kaden might have been trusting, but he also had common sense. He pulled a rolling chair from the backroom and wheeled it over behind the counter, an offer for the wounded pet to take a seat in a proper place.

And he comes to life,
Automatic joy,
That is why i want
A coin operated boy...

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Here are some posts that I've made throughout my roleplay career. I'll give you a one-liner before each one to help explain what they are from.


A fashion yaoi roleplay-- My character (Yukimura) is one of the founders of the company.

It was early morning and Yukimura was still in king-size bed, wrapped up in his blankets like a worm in a cocoon, only his head peering up over the Egyptian cotton bedding while he slept. A set of warm lips brushed against the side of his face, and a tongue licked his cheek, making the dark-haired male smile. "Mmmmn, Kuma. . ." Yuki purred, stirring from his slumber at the kisses. Of course upon further examination as he opened his eyes, he was met with a big wet nose jammed into his face as more kisses and licking ensued. Napoleon had gotten onto the bed and decided to give his master a loving wake-up call, which was slowly turning into a bath. Yukimura pushed at the wrinkly face, trying to cease the kisses and actually get out of bed, violently repressing the fact that he had called out Kuma's name.

"Ack! Napoleon stop!" he whined playfully, trying to push the puppy away, who thought this was a game and began to growl at the small male, now playfully nipping his ears. And like it was a call for aid, Caesar was right beside the other puppy, tag-teaming Yuki who smiled and laughed at the enthusiasm his two Sharpei's had in the morning. He wrapped his arms around his dogs wrinkly bodies, hugging them close as the two panted happily at the attention. "Sigh, now why can't you two be human?" he looked down at the canines, "I wouldn't mind wrestling with you two in bed if you were grown men. . ." Indeed, Yuki thought that the morning could have been better if such were the case, but then again he loved his dogs how they were regardless.

There wasn't many times that Yukimura showed off this smile or laughter, always masking the happiness he felt like around his dogs with a scowl and criticism. . . Maybe, if the people he worked with were like Napoleon and Caesar, maybe he wouldn't have to be so grumpy. Ya know, if they were all cuter, shorter, maybe humped his leg once in a while. . . Wait no, that's not right. The point was if his employees were a bit more competent and didn't get on his nerves so much, maybe he would be able to actually look like he was enjoying himself more often. . . Or at least look like that when he was sober. And while he loved cuddling with his puppies, it was definitely not going to be a good day when the first thing he said was 'Kuma.' What was even worse was that it wasn't the first time he woke up saying his partner's name. It was an array of awkward and annoying for Yuki, to say the least, glad that no one but his dogs and himself ever having to know about this little incident. Especially Kuma. Oh dear god, if Tobikuma ever knew about this, Yuki would take a bolt of organza and hang himself. At least he'd go out with style.

Finally subduing his dogs long enough to crawl out of bed, the designer finally began to get ready for work, showering up and dressing himself in today's choice of clothes. Shame that they had clothes to make people look skinner, but not ones to make them look taller, and heels were out of the question for him-- He'd leave the cross-dressing to his models. Then came time to feed the dogs, filling their bowls with doggy food and letting them devour their breakfast while he gathered up his necessary items for work, sliding them into his pants pockets or stuffing the larger items into his messenger bag. Hair in its usual styled disarray, all dressed and packed up for work, he gave his dogs well deserved belly rubs before he was out the door and on his way to the subway; he had moved into the city several months ago so the commute to work would be easier, riding around each morning for about 20 minutes before he would reach his stop, leave the subway, walk a couple of blocks, and there he would be-- At Cloud & Rain, his home away from home.

Though the surprise attack from his puppies had left him running a little late, it didn't stop him from scolding everyone else in the room for their arrival times. . . Even though they were earlier than him. "Why is everyone just sitting around? We don't pay you to sit there and be cute-- And even if we did, none of you would even make minimum wage," he began the criticisms of the day, his face adorned with the usual pout. He spied the cups of coffee left out for everyone to take their order, snatching up his drink and sipping from it. Though Page never got his order wrong, it was traditional that Yukimura complained anyways.

"What the hell, the coffee's too sweet, Page!" he held the cup out in accusation, "Can't even get a simple drink order right-- You're fired! . . . Now go get everything ready for today's meeting." Yuki's firings were taken about as seriously as his height was, always firing people then seconds later acting like nothing had happened. Could someone ever take him seriously when he really did decide to fire them for real?

In any case, he knew Kuma had to be here and whenever it was close to Fridays, a photoshoot day, or pretty much any day that gave the designer a whim, a meeting was called, making it easy for Yuki to anticipate having to sit through the talks about what a good job they were doing, how Yuki was just PMSing so everyone should have some patience around him, that they all needed to be a bit more frugal with their spending, things like that. . . Ya know, Tobikuma things.

And speaking of that bear, where was he? Yuki looked around displeased as he went to his office, seeing the large oaf looming outside of his doorway, probably noticing one of the few times Yukimura wasn't early so he could yell at everyone else for not getting there as early as he had. He still yelled at them regardless though. There was another mental struggle as Yukimura beat the memory of this morning back into submission, knowing that if he was even to think about that, Kuma would some how read his mind and make his usual remarks and bring up skeletons from Yuki's closet that he really didn't need to relive unless he was feeling self-loathing or had one too many drinks in him.

"Well look who can actually get here at a decent time," He commented to the other designer, small frame trying to push Tobi aside so as to get into his office, "If you're here to complain about tomorrow like you usually do, I'll save you the trouble and tell you get the ******** over it-- We do inventory every week despite your arguing, Kuma."

Another yaoi roleplay based on the idea that at birth everyone is given a lock or a key, and that their soul mate is whoever has the matching lock or key.

Taro would never get used to the morning light. He'd spend hours upon hours hidden in club houses every night, spinning discs and playing music for anyone who wanted to bust a move. The nightclub atmosphere was always dark save for the few flashing lights that would give people just enough illumination to get from one side of the room to the other without having to find their way through complete darkness. Needless to say his eyes had adjusted themselves to the darkness, so when he'd leave work at almost five in the morning every day, his eyes stung at the brightness of the morning sun's rays; if he didn't know any better, Taro would have thought he was a vampire the way he shrunk away from the sunlight.

The dark haired male rubbed at his eyes with his right hand, his left one currently out of order. Blame his tendencies that if he was alone in bed, he'd toss and turn in his sleep-- And yesterday morning he apparently just tossed and turned himself right onto his wooden bedroom floor, landing on his wrist in the most awkward of way that had he fallen from any higher of a place, he would have broken the bone, instead only mildly spraining it. The lower arm to hand was now wrapped up in a white bandage, decorated with kiss marks, stickers, and just about every other gay craft the go-go dancers at the club had managed to slap onto it last night. Taro made sure to hide the flamboyant bandages in his shirt sleeve. In his mind he silently scolded Ryan, his most current ex-boyfriend, for dumping Taro in the first place; maybe if he wasn't such a d*uchebag, then they'd still be together and Taro would have had someone to cling to during the night instead of practically thrashing around in his sleep as if in some sort of fit.

He should have known that their relationship wasn't going to last though, because Taro's key did not fit Ryan's lock. Wasn't that what everyone believed after all? That if your key matched another's lock, or visa versa, then that was the person you were meant to be with? It was a sickening feeling for Taro to think that the scrap of metal he wore around his neck had some sort of power over his destiny and was supposed to determine who he was to spend the rest of his life with. Did that make any sort of sense? It was just some sort of urban myth, a superstition that people believed-- Come on, there had to be plenty of couples out there whose locks and keys didn't match yet they're perfectly happy with one another.

Taro stopped blaming some nonsensical belief for his sprained wrist, adjusting the messenger bag on his shoulder slightly. He had yet to go home and pass out for the day, stopping for a quick breakfast since he did not eat dinner, or rather his breakfast was his dinner (such is the life of a nocturnal creature after all). Then he got distracted for the next hour or so writing in his notebook, scribbling down melodies and notes and lyrics to the several different music pieces he was currently composing. Some were instrumentals, some were actual songs, they just all seemed to float around in his head, passing by once in a while before disappearing for the next few days, and then they'd be back again. To anyone that might look at said notebook, it'd all seem very disjointed and all over the place, but Taro knew what was supposed to go where and what sections went with what piece. It made sense to him, that's all that mattered.

Rubbing at his eyes once more, the male continued his usual trek along the sidewalk, humming the beat of his footsteps underneath his breath as he did so.

Yet another yaoi roleplay-- Mafia-styled though!

”It’s pretty hard, sir”

“Don’t worry, I’m used to it by now. . .” Vitenka got into position, his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip as he eyed his target. “It’s going in~”

“I don’t think you’ll do it, sir” but with a flick forward of the redhead’s wrist, the shaft made contact and the play was set in motion.

The balls clacked against each other as the cue ball hit against the first bumper only to continue rolling and knocked a red ball into the side pocket of the pool table. The guttural noises of the sphere muted under the table as it rolled into place with all the other balls that had been knocked down each chute, the game of pool nearing the end. Vitenka smirked with delight, eying the last ball he had to pocket to win the game for the umpteenth time this week-- the 8 ball. He examined each balls’ placement in relation to making this his winning move, the pool cue leaning against the dark wood finish of the pool table as the Bishonen adjusted his boots. Contrary to the love he currently had for his latest outfit, the skimpy little number certainly was hard to play pool in (let alone any sport, really) but Vitenka wasn’t going for function so much as he was fashion, even if he wasn’t currently on assignment. To be honest, he couldn’t remember if he had one ‘decent’ outfit left in his closet, only able to recall rows of hangers crammed with leather, pleather, PVC, short shorts, see-through tops, an entire wardrobe that bested any clothing collection of any sex shoppe. He gave a small tip of his police hat, the latest souvenir that he had snagged from a client—a member of law enforcement, obviously—and after the few rounds of ‘sealing the deal’ with the man on behalf of the Tenpi Family, Vitenka had also managed to coerce the officer into letting him have the hat. This then prompted a shopping spree of several more role-play and fetish outfits, one of which being the outfit he currently wore. He just hoped that Raikou was going to like the outfit as much as he did, otherwise what was the point in keeping it?

Adjusted and ready, Vitenka eyed the layout of the pool table once more before giving himself a hoist up onto the table top. It should be noted that at no point were either players not allowed to stand where they wanted to, but to crawl up onto the pool table for a shot? It would seem that the yakuza henchman the two-tone haired boy was playing against might have a problem with this, and seemed about to voice said problem, that is until Vitenka dropped down on all fours, a** towards the male. And here you thought that beginning dialogue was the dirty part. The Russian-Japanese male slid his legs a part slightly and arched his back, readying the cue to put the right force and spin on the cue ball. Needless to say, the hired help had put the game out of his mind while he got the best spot in the room currently, his line of sight tracing over each curve of the teen’s slender back end. And yes, Vitenka knew the man was staring, and yes, he secretly liked it.

Vitenka, nickname ‘Vixen,’ had been taught such mannerisms when he was brought into the Tenpi household. Originally he was nothing more than Raikou’s servant boy, a plaything for the Tenpi heir, but when the previous Boss had died and all the weight of the Family now rested on the young thirteen-year-old Raikou’s shoulder, the remaining positions of the new Tenpi yakuza generation had to be filled. Vitenka just happened to fall into the Bishonen spot. He didn’t know if the elders of the Family had decided this or if Raikou himself did, all he knew after that was instead of attending to the young Boss’s every beckon call he was instead relocated to the other side of headquarters for his Bishonen training. From the way things had been described to him, it didn’t seem like training was even needed for this job. All you had to do was what—suck face with whoever you were told to, right? Well apparently not because for the next three years he was training during all hours of the day in things ranging from hand-to-hand combat to the art of seduction even to the proper way of putting on women’s clothing. The young redhead had been under the instruction of the previous Bishonen, a man that Vitenka could not deny had a timeless beauty about him that even in his forties still lingered in the flawless face (which he denied ever having plastic surgery to attain). Vixen wasn’t sure what kind of student he was, but even if he had been one of the best, the training would still have taken a lot of effort and time from him, but he perfected each skill and each task given to him over the long period of time. It had even been such a time-consuming process that Vitenka had gone two years without seeing Raikou. It was a seemingly hard task to accomplish such a thing, especially if both resided in the same house, but there was nothing more than the rare occasion where Vixen thought he caught a glimpse of long purple hair out of the corner of his eye. When Raikou was free Vitenka was training, when Vitenka was free Raikou was off on business, and when both were free. . . Nope, that didn’t happen.

It wasn’t until he both of them had been about fifteen or sixteen that the redhead was deemed skillful enough to be given the title of Bishonen and, in junction, take the room designated for him back on the other side of the house. Vitenka was sure that Raikou had changed much like he had over the past two years, and he spared no moment in stealing away into the young Boss’s room to see what had become of the boy that had taken Vixen from his home and brought him into the Tenpi Family. In truth—Vitenka could hardly believe how similar he was to the young male he bad been years before. Save for the anatomical aging that puberty had begun to work on Raikou, it was the same purple hair, same strong and demanding presence, same male sitting upon his bed playing videogames as if his hands were glued to the controller itself. So there they were—Tenpi Bishonen, trained to seduce and manipulate, and Tenpi Boss, trained to lead and rule, and neither were even old enough to drink or drive. When he wasn’t refining his training or carrying out assigned tasks, Vitenka had been told to fixate himself to Raikou’s side like a devoted lapdog he was meant to be to this Family. ‘It was hard to deny the authority and supremacy of a Boss,’ he was told, ‘when a man has given up his innate instinct of power and dominance to sit at the feet of another man in loyalty and submission. That is the job of the Bishonen.’

The now constant bond the two held with one another was a catalyst for the two to renew their familiarity with one another, but no longer as children of the Tenpi, as Boss and Bishonen. Familiarity grew to friendship, friendship grew to flirtations, and flirtations grew to. . . Well, what else? No no they weren’t a couple, don’t get me wrong, but a man has desires doesn’t he? Raikou had to produce an heir for the Tenpi Family and he couldn’t do it through Vixen, but one could only get so much love from the female population, especially as a yakuza Boss. What Rai didn’t get from them, he got from Vitenka. A trigger for Vixen’s own BDSM fetish to grow, Boss and Bishonen were Master and Slave behind closed doors, though Rai would never let them go all the way much to Vitenka’s disappointment. Not that he loved men more than women or women more than men (he had to love both equally in his profession) but he had made a vow to both himself and Raikou that he’d save his virginity for his Boss. Three years later, it’s still remained intact. Dammit, his patience was growing thin. It was hard to save his a** when each of his targets wanted to stuff something in him at any chance they got, but if he wasn’t going to give that up, that only meant he had to refine his other techniques to surpass the level of satisfaction so that they wouldn’t need a little ‘bum-loving’ to satiate their lust for the redhead. Personally, he didn’t know why Rai kept putting it off and waiting when not only as Boss but as Vixen’s unconventional lover-of-sorts he could take it whenever he wanted to, but he did nonetheless and always dangled that sexually-frustrating fact over Vitenka’s head (and were it a tangible item, he could still physically do it as well, the tall b*****d). But Vitenka was not a quitter—No, if he could get both men and women to want him as badly as they did, then he could crack Raikou and his steel trap of a sexual will. So small outfits were no longer reserved just for assignments, sexual advances were not just for his targets—Or rather Rai was his target now, and he was going to make the Boss give into temptation one way or another.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t have a bit of fun with other men though, as seen flash-fowarding back to the present time, Vixen still ‘assuming the position’ up on the pool table as he finally made his shot, watching the white ball ricochet off the black one and knock it into the corner pocket for the win. “Yay~” Vitenka cheered for himself even though winning at pool was not a rare thing to witness. He placed the pool cue onto the table and crawled over to the edge, hoisting himself up onto his knees and extending his arms out towards the other yakuza member. It took the older man a few moments to realize that Vitenka wanted him to get him off the table and with a small stammer of ‘sorry sir’ under his breath, he lifted the redhead off the pool table and set his feet onto the floor. The Bishonen smiled up at the man and pressed a small kiss to his stubbly cheek, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you let me win~” he winked. The man denied such accusations and gave Vitenka a small pat on the head, the metal of his gold watch glinting in the corner of Vixen’s eye. He grasped the man’s wrist and looked at the face of the small clock.

“Oops, seems our game ran a little long—I need to bring Master Raikou’s treat to him~” Vitenka revealed his schedule. Where most people called Raikou ‘Boss’ or ‘Sir’ or any other professional title, Vixen liked to call him ‘Master’ and it always amusing to see the small flicker of hesitation in people’s faces when their imaginations glimpsed at the idea of Raikou and Vitenka ‘bumping uglies.’ Tch, if only, the redhead inwardly rolled his eyes at how people were mistaken. With a bounce of his heels, Vitenka pressed another kiss to the side of the man’s face before backpedaling a few steps towards the door. “Let’s play again next week!” The teen waved, grabbing up his riding crop before he ran out the door; this wouldn’t be a smart idea to anyone unaccustomed to running around in high-heeled boots, but Vitenka had practically made an Olympic sport out of the task. He knew all the twists and turns, hallways and stairways, all to get to the kitchen as quick as possible. There was always someone cooking something at any given time of the day it seemed, this time no exception as the pretty-boy maneuvered his way to the refrigerator to prepare the treat. No one ever paid much mind to the several visits the redhead would make to the kitchen each day, which only made it all the more amusing when he took out combinations like whole cucumbers and whipped cream or bananas and honey (just think up more combinations of phallic-shaped foods and some type of condiment you can drizzle and lick off of someone). The items were rarely used if ever and Raikou never requested such foods to be taken to his room, but Vitenka took the stuff just to see the odd faces the chefs would give him as he wandered off with armful of an ‘edible good time.’

He took out the container of half-eaten cake Raikou seemed to be making a task of finishing and carefully sliding a slice onto one of the small china plates. He returned the container back to its original spot, trading the dessert out for the carton of milk on the top shelf, filling up a large glass with the liquid. Milk put away and fork at the ready, Vitenka slipped the handle of the riding crop around his wrist, gathered up the sweet snack and drink into his hands, and scurried out of the kitchen and back down the hallways, making sure not to spill even a single cake crumb or milk droplet. After making several ‘treat runs’ per day for Raikou, everyone had pretty much grown accustom to seeing a scantily-clad redhead shuffling through the house with milk and some sort of dessert; heh, wonder if any of the other Families could say the same thing.

Vitenka approached the Boss’s office, stopping just short of the door to make some minor adjustments to his outfit. He set the treat aside on a small marble table with a vase, pulling up his boots, yanking down his shorts to ride even more dangerously low on his hip bones than they already were, running his fingers through his hair to straighten it out, and then finally unbuttoning the top part of his shirt and tucking it slightly so as his nipples stuck out, the soft pink nubs of flesh adorned with small gold rings. He had gotten them pierced a year ago as a sort of ‘act of defiance,’ which in the end only warranted him the warning by Raikou that he was going to attach little bells to the rings so he’d always know where Vitenka was. Well, he was still bell-less, so hah. Looking perfectly tempting, Vixen picked the cup and plate back up, excusing himself into the office. “There are two delicious things here for you, gotta decide which one you’re going to eat fir—” Vitenka spoke as he walked in the door, only to see that Raikou was not currently at his desk. This made the Bishonen stick out his bottom lip in a small pout, tapping his foot as he looked around the room to make sure Rai wasn’t actually there. His head perked up, however, when he heard several noises coming from the bedroom, immediately prancing over to the other door and escorting himself into the room. And there he was in all of his purple-haired and Boss-ly glory—Raikou, sitting up on his bed playing his Playstation 3. How mature of him. Well, at least he was shirtless, that was a plus.

Vitenka’s boots were muted against the carpet of the bedroom floor as he approached the bed, seeing that Rai was too engrossed into his game to pause it for his treat, so it along with Vixen would have to wait. The male placed the drink and sweets on the bedside table, set his riding crop aside, and crawled like the minx he liked to be onto the bed, slinking his body in a feline manner towards his Boss. Now was the tricky part, but something he had grown more frequent in doing—his body slid head-first into the space between Raikou’s arms and lap and came up against his chest, each arm located on either side of the Bishonen and his head tucked against Rai’s shoulder, all the while not bumping his arms or blocking his view from the television screen. Mission: Success. Bare flesh against nearly-bare flesh, the redhead took full advantage of their close proximity, legs straddling the taller male’s waist as his hands slid over the warm and smooth skin of Rai’s torso, shoulders, and chest. He still had to keep in mind not to bump the Boss or block his sight though, lest he want to be pushed off the bed—Or to be more gentlemanly (because that’s what Raikou was after all) ‘relocated’ off the bed until a more appropriate time. So with his arms tucked against his side whilst he felt the man up, Vixen showered small kisses along Rai’s neck as well, lips racing up and down the vein, lightly nipping at the tender flesh with delight. Raikou had his cake as his sweet treat, and Vitenka had Rai, simple as that. Of course with Rai's temporarily unresponsive attitude, the teen felt a bit like what he was doing was foreplay with a comatose patient. Four hours until they go cold—oh wait, that was a dead person. Never mind.

Content (for now) with the marking of his territory, Vitenka tucked his head underneath Rai’s chin and watched his videogame, arms wrapped around the male’s sides and looking very much like a koala clinging to a tree. As much as he would have loved to whisper dirty things to Raikou in Russian or something along those lines, it was another thing that would either go unnoticed or get him kicked out of the bed. When Rai's in the zone, leave him alone. Honestly, how did Rai plan on finding a woman and producing a son for the Tenpi family or sexing Vitenka up if he was too busy playing his video games? Not like he could find a woman playing Metal Gear Solid. . . Though that Grey Fox chick was kinda pretty, Vitenka would admit that, and a woman that could handle a gun was always good. . . Oh god, he knew he had been hanging around Raikou playing video games too long if he could remember a character that was from two games ago. For all he knew too, whenever Rai decided to finally do the deed and get with Vitenka, he’d probably ask to do it doggy-style facing the television so he could watch over Vixen and still play his videogames. Damn Raikou. . . Vitenka needed reminding again why he loved this man so much. Sigh.

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~ One pill makes you larger,
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all... ~

Lexi gave a guttural groan as he rolled over in bed, unwrapping himself from the sheets he was currently tangled in to reach his iPod alarm and shut it off. Once the music was off and the male was conscious enough to start the day, he gave a look around his room and his bed to survey any damage that might have occurred last night in his (usual) drugged stupor-- Well, nothing out of the ordinary. Just naked. Yeah, for some reason he usually ended up naked in bed though he could never remember just how he got undressed (unless there was someone else in bed with him). Well regardless, his a** wasn't in pain which meant that he hadn't been raped so it was all good.

The brunette crawled out of bed and deciding that pants were necessary, grabbed the closest ones off the floor and slipped them on, finding that they were the same ones as he wore last night. As he padded out of his room into the kitchen, Lexi emptied out his pockets to figure out just where he had been and what he had been doing. Let's see-- Pill... Pill... A wadded up 5000 yen bill... Pill... Condom wrapper... Pill... Pill... Pill-- Oh wait, Tic Tac... A napkin? He unfolded the small square only to find that a name and number had been written on it.

"... Hey Lavi? Who's Caesar?" Lexi asked, leaning against the kitchen counter as he studied the name and number as if it were in some foreign text, mind searching around for any memory of a face to place with the name.

"Was that the chick who kept buying you drinks?" Lavi asked, head burrowed in the refrigerator in search of what Lexi did not know.

"Naw, Caesar's a guy's name..." Lexi corrected his twin, setting the napkin down on the counter and swishing it around over the smooth marble top.

"... Was it that guy who bought like ten hits of E off you?" Lavi made his second guess, pouring himself a glass of grape juice.

"No, that was Tsuki... And I know his name's not Caesar." Well obviously not. There was a pause among the two while each tried to sort out their spotty memories to figure out this mystery.

"... Was that the dude you were making out with?"

"Wait what?"

"Lexi, you had your tongue down his throat for like half of the night," Lavi solved the mystery, now trying to jog his brother's memory, "When we were at the club... He was the one you ran off with for like half an hour. s**t, I hope you shower-- We don't know what anyone's got now adays."

Ah, it was all coming back to him now. Or at least some small clips of the several hours he had been out. Yeah, he could vaguely remember in his drug haze having his mouth latched onto someone else's... For quite a while. Oh well, since he couldn't remember if Caesar was hot or not, he'd just have to scrub twice as much in the shower and brush twice as hard when he brushed his teeth.

"Whatever, doubt I'll see him again," Lexi reasoned aloud, entering the number into his phone regardless though, "There's enough guys running around the club scene we probably won't run into each other again let alone fu-- Lavi, what are you doing?"

Upon further examination the brunette saw that his younger twin with a glass of juice in one hand, and a joint in the other. It wasn't even lunchtime and already he was breaking into their stash... Wait, they finished their stash last night. Oh s**t, even worse-- Lavi was smoking their "merchandise."

"Lavi, what the ******** man? That's coming out of your wallet...." Apparently he had been too busy sleeping and figuring out who the mystery man is, that he didn't notice the open bag of weed and wrapping paper on the other counter. Or the choice in boxers he was currently wearing-- Zebra print. Did boxers even come in that or was he just ******** with Lexi??

"Lex, the most important meal of the day is breakfast, right?" Lavi began to explain his reasoning to his sibling, "Well what if you're not hungry? You're not gonna eat, right? So if I smoke in the mornings, I'll get the munchies and eat breakfast to satiate them..."

"Lavi please, I'm not in the mood to deal with 'high ideas', kay?" Lexi held his forehead, deciding that arguing against his twin and just get ready for the day. He walked back into his room and grabbed up his cell, flicking through his contacts to send out a message to his fellow Triippy Shroomz member.

To: Nobu
From: Lexi
RE: Restocking the Goods
Message: Need to do a pick up today-- Got lots of "hungry" customers to "feed!" Plus Lavi is out of his stash and he's starting to tamper with the merchandise =__= You or Dmi available?

Message sent, Lexi got his towel and jumped into the shower, spending close to an hour barricaded in the bathroom washing, drying off, brushing his teeth, combing his hair, etc. Seemed that by the time he was finally ready, Lavi had also been sober enough to dress himself as well. Lexi had chosen a pair of faded jeans, white tshirt, black vest, and his eye patch on his right eye, while Lavi was wearing beige cargo pants, white tshirt, and a plaid button up short-sleeve shirt.

"Lavi, it's your turn to pack the bags," Lexi informed his sibling who began to fill their backpacks with their skates and the last of their drugs, now all ready for "work."

"We should stop at the bakery down the street so I can get a lemon loaf for breakfast," The younger twin suggested as they left their apartment, making the older of the two roll the one good eye he had.

"... Do you know how gay that sounds?"

And so their day began.

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"One lemon loaf, please!" Lavi bounced on the balls of his feet as he made his order, joint having been discarded about a block or so away but the munchies still ever present. Nevermind his twin's harping about Nobu and/or Dmitry scolding him for smoking what they were supposed to be selling, he was hungry and wouldn't hear any more of it... Besides, he had only used up two joints worth of marijuana, barely even one percent of what they still had left to sell. If they were really that stingy, then he'd give up the money to repay it. Lexi was currently standing beside the younger twin, eying the fruity (in both senses of the word) pastry that his brother now had clamped between his hands, nibbling away at the off-yellow bread product.

"... That's still pretty damn gay for you to order," Lexi remarked as the other brunette gave the cashier the money, "Seriously, you should feel emasculated for even using the words 'lemon' and 'loaf' in the same sentence, let alone right next to each other." Lavi slipped his change into his pants pocket before stepping out of the customer line and addressing his brother.

"You're just jealous because you didn't get one~" Lavi spoke, sticking his tongue out. He pinched off a corner of the bread and quickly stuffed it into his brother's mouth, smiling to himself as he left the bakery, his coughing twin behind him. After dislodging the pastry from his throat and swallowing it down, Lexi cuffed his twin upside the head in revenge. And maybe secretly he did kinda like how the lemon loaf tasted... Not like he'd tell Lavi though.

"Oww!" Lavi rubbed the back of his head with his free hand, wondering why his brother had to be so violent in the morning. Or violent at all. It was his temper that often got him into trouble, whether with their customers, other drug dealers, or sometimes even other Triippy Shroomz members. That was how he lost his eye after all-- There was a small-time group of drug dealers who had moved in on the twins' turf, and so Lexi thought it would be best if they "enlightened" the trespassers as to whose spot they were taking. A small disagreement launched into a full argument which then launched into an aggressive skirmish. In the end, Lexi had been put through a glass window head first, one of the glass pieces slicing his right eye and causing blindness. Though he liked to claim the eye patch as a "fashion statement" or as a way to "differentiate the twins," Lavi always made sure to walk on the right side of his twin to replace the loss of sight and act as a second pair of eyes to his twin.

Lexi felt the buzz-ing of his cell going off in his pocket, slipping the mobile device open to read the response from Nobu.

To: Nobu
From: Lexi
RE: Sure Thing
Message: A few stops are fine. And whatchoo talking about-- Beginners? You do know who you're texting, right? But no, don't tell Lavi you got that s**t on you-- He doesn't need to get that high this early in the morning. Catch you soon!

Lexi closed up his phone, glancing over to see Lavi who had a questioning look on his face (and a bite of lemon loaf stuffed in his mouth like he was a chipmunk).

"That was Nobu," He replied to the facial expression, "Says he's gonna come by and grab us-- Gotta make a few stops before we can replenish our load though." The younger twin gave a nod as his mouth was too full to voice a coherent verbal response, the two continuing to walk down the street while they waited for their superior to come by and meet up.

Of course it wasn't that long of walking before Lexi couldn't help but spy with his little eye something illegal-- At first he just thought he was seeing things, as he watched the cars pass by them on the streets, but he was sure that he recognized one of the drivers. Yeah, there wasn't many people who looked as naturally tweeked out as Nobu did, but was he driving a car? Eh, it wouldn't be the first illegal thing he had done (and most likely not the first car he had stolen either.

"Was that... Nobu?" Lavi chimed in on Lexi's thoughts, both glancing at each other for a brief moment before they grabbed their skates out of their backpacks and slipped them on, ripping across the cement in their blades to catch up to the car. Traffic was usual so it wasn't like the car was going too fast for them to be unable to catch up, the two brunettes ducking and weaving in and out of the parked and moving cars to get to the stolen ride and the druggie driver.

Nobu had stopped at a crosswalk to let pedestrians go (Lexi figured that this meant Nobu wasn't high as a kite just yet or else he might have mowed the people over) which gave the twins enough time to catch up to the car, each grabbing hold of a rear view mirror and having the automobile pull them along while they held on. Lavi was holding the mirror on the passenger side with one hand, the other fisting the remains of his breakfast while he smooshed his face onto the window to make a weird expression at the driver. Lexi held to the driver side rear view mirror, waving and smiling in on Nobu.

"New ride?" He called in to the subordinate, the thought only now coming to mind as to whether Nobu would actually stop the car to let them in or would continue to drive with them dangling on the mirrors.

[salsaplant]

α ▫ я ▫ ι ▫ є ▫ s
ɢσם σғ ωαя

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes



"Oi. . ."

Aries withdrew his pack of cigarettes, his slender pale hand slipping in to remove one of the cancer sticks and positioning it between his equally pale lips. He put the small box back into his jacket pocket before pulling out his silver lighter, flicking open the lid and lighting up the cigarette for the first deep inhale; that was the most important part of smoking a cigarette after all. He could remember when Caesar tried to replace his lighter with one he had bought the fair-skinned male while on one of his "business trips." Of course leave it to the red-headed pervert to find a lighter in the shape of a p***s, where the butane was kept in the balls and the fire was lit from the tip. How... Tasteless.

"Oiiiii."

Speaking of that no-good mixed breed, Aries pulled out his cellphone to check if Caesar had tried to get a hold of him at all today. He figured that he would get some sort of weird and sappy phone call from the other, saying how he was sorry for last night, how he can't help that everyone's attracted to him, and that he'd make it up with -insert some sort of sexual act here-. Yeah, that's what Caesar's usual heartfelt apologies consisted of-- Half-assed 'sorry' and the rest of the apology consisting of sexually-charged words. Today's apology would be for how, even though he went to the club last night specifically with Aries, Caesar ended up ditching the snowy-haired boy for anything that had a nice a** and a pulse... Though Ari was sure that even if the person didn't have a pulse, Caesar might make an exception. And once he received the apology, as always Aries would begrudgingly forgive his childhood friend (though sometimes he wasn't sure why), making sure to hit him several times and call him a "f*****t" and an "a*****e" here and there. Such was the nature of their loving friendship.

"Oi!"

Nope, sadly no response yet, as Aries closed his phone just in time to find himself forcefully grabbed and spun around by an ape-like hand, now face to face with a cliche-looking Japanese "delinquent" and his equally cliche-looking Ganguro girlfriend.

"You best not be touching me like that again," Aries growled, eying the pair with as much disgust as he could manage to hold back, wondering if their parents really let them out of the house looking like that or if they happened to look in the mirror at all today and think "Damn I look good." Well, clearly they did not, and Aries did not feel the need to deal with the eyesores for very long.

"What the ******** d'ya want?"

"My girlfriend here says that you weren't being nice to her," The ape-like man seemed to spit at Aries, lips curled like he smelled something awful (Aries guessed it was that s**t ton of hair gel he wore), "If you just apologize for being such an a*****e, maybe I'll think about not beating you up."

Aries looked at the orange-tanned harpy woman again, her bottled-blonde hair just as fake as her tits and her nose and just about everything that she was made up of. Not like you could blame Aries for pointing this out to her when all she had done was bump into him and demand him to apologize to her... Alright, he might have pointed out her fakeness, and her rotten attitude, and in all likeliness how she probably had some type(s) of sexually transmitted disease. But not like you could blame him-- She had a right to be aware of these things after all; Ari was just performing a duty of informing her of it. Really, her boyfriend should be thanking him (and getting himself checked out for STDs).

"Oh, is that it?" Aries scoffed, tapping out the end of his cigarette, "And here I thought you wanted some tips as well. The biggest tip I suggest is to stop overcompensating for your tiny p***s by being a douchebag-- It's really not that flattering, ya know." The white-haired boy smirked as he saw the guy get flustered over the male's comment, only to be egged on by his girlfriend to "kick his a**."

Dodge his right fist, then the left. Punch to the stomach, fist to the side of the face, finished with an uppercut. Within less than thirty seconds, Aries was perched atop the groaning male who currently laid face up on the pavement, the ganguro wench crowing at her boyfriend to get up to no avail. Aries straddled the man's stomach, looking down at the dazed and slightly swollen face as if he were admiring his artwork.

~I wanna ******** you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside... I wanna ******** you like an animal~
Aries all but broke the phone as he whipped it open, seeing a certain text from a certain red head who wanted a certain favor. And yes, that song was Caesar's personalized ringtone, cough. Ari continued to sit on top of the bulky man, texting his response to Cae as if this were his usual victory pose after winning a fight.

To: a*****e (Caesar)
From: Aries
RE: Business
Message: Don't try and sound cute with me-- I'm still angry with you... But I'll give you a ride anyways-- Gives you a chance to apologize and beg my forgiveness. Where you at?

Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes


sняєαםєяz sυвσяםιиαтє

[salsaplant]

α ▫ я ▫ ι ▫ є ▫ s
ɢσם σғ ωαя

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes



Once the message sent out, Aries closed his phone and slipped it into his jacket pocket, knowing it wouldn't be long before he got a response back from Caesar. Honestly, he couldn't say that he hated or even disliked the redhead, but there were plenty of times he just wanted to beat the crap out of him (and attempted too quite often). He was the kind of person that applied to the "can't live with, can't live without can't kill" relationship that Aries had with him... And probably had with just about everyone else as well. God help the woman that decided to marry Caesar, whoever she was-- Wait, why was he thinking so much about that stupid cyclops? Let's focus on something else, shall we? Yes, I think that's best...

The man that the pale-haired boy was still making a chair out of let out a groan as he began to come around again, only to be met with another punch to the face, putting him back in a daze while Aries waited for the response text. He was a naturally violent person, or rather violence became his second nature because that used to be the only thing that worked for him. His parents were loving and he didn't have to worry about any siblings trying to wail on him, but what he didn't get at home, he got twice as much of at school. Try being a pale, scrawny, white haired boy in a school, and then tell Aries that violence isn't the answer. When verbal harassments weren't enough, the larger kids would beat the poor kid up either by themselves in or in multiples. And when Aries didn't come home from school with things missing/stolen, he'd come home with cuts and bruises. He asked his parents to enroll him into martial arts or any type of class where he could learn to defend himself-- His parents agreed and put him into a mixed martial arts class where 5 times a week he would go and train in hopes that one day he could actually take on his bullies.

Well that one day didn't take as long as he expected-- The instructor was rather surprised at how easily Aries picked up on the moves and the different styles, moving up in the ranks within no time at all. And so revenge was dealt out in large helpings, the beast inside of the boy let out and running rampant. He'd never let someone push him around, bother him, or lay a hand on him again. Three years ago he turned his abilities into a way to make money on the side, fighting in underground arenas against other combatants, always betting on himself, and always winning. That's how he picked up the name "God of War" after all-- Aries, the god of destruction, obliterating all obstacles in his path. That's also how he picked up more cuts and bruises though too, but it wasn't like the old days anymore; these were marks of victory, of strength and endurance. Even now he was currently nursing a practically-healed broken rib; didn't hurt as much anymore, but it certainly did put him out of fighting for a little bit. Heh, maybe he'd invite Caesar to come watch a fight tonight if all went well... Ah, there he goes again, thinking about that ********' a*****e Cae...

His phone whirred again in his pocket, opening it up to read the address and give a quick response back. Yeah, he knew where Caesar was-- Just a mile or two down the road, easy to get to. Well that is, if he had a car. The lightbulb went off in his mind though as he looked down at the "sidewalk decoration" he was still sitting on top of, rummaging through the guy's pockets before he found a set of keys.

"Heh, don't worry-- I'll be sure to keep it in one piece," Aries winked at the guy before finally standing up. The harpy woman had left long ago, abandoning her boyfriend at the mercy of the twenty-three year old; well that just made taking the car that much easier. He wandered along the sidewalk, clicking the 'unlock' button of the car remote, waiting to see which one went off. Lo and behold, he heard the small 'beep beep' of a car unlocking, glancing around to see the lights of a dark silver Subaru Impreza go off. Ah, at least he'd be riding in style to pick up his "hot date."

To: a*****e (Caesar)
From: Aries
RE: Pick-Up
Message: Be there in a few minutes. Look for a silver Impreza. You keep me waiting more than thirty seconds and I'm ditching your a**.

Aries sent the message out as he climbed into the car, buckling himself up and slipping the key into the ignition, starting up the car and revving the engine a little. He was rather disturbed by the song selection on the radio though-- some bubble gum sickly sweet J-Pop-- but a few flips of the station and he was off, one arm hanging out the window as he drove down to his pick-up point. Traffic wasn't too bad at this time of day, sliding the car into a free space next to the sidewalk and giving a sharp honk of the horn to let Caesar know the thirty second countdown had begun.

Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes


sняєαםєяz sυвσяםιиαтє

[salsaplant]

α ▫ я ▫ ι ▫ є ▫ s
ɢσם σғ ωαя

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes



Aries wasn't joking when he gave Caesar a thirty second countdown, counting each second that the redhead was not climbing into the car. He was at fifteen when he finally heard that all too familiar voice, not greeting him or saying 'be right there' or 'thanks for picking me up'... No, in true Caesar fashion, he was complaining and pissing off the albino. Aries was sure that Caesar believed that the world revolved around him, and probably would not have been happy with the selection of car unless it had been a limousine and/or a car that had a harem of naked boys in the backseat(s). And again, knowing Caesar's greediness, he would have wanted both at the same time. It was already an inconvenience to steal this car and an inconvenience to pick up Caesar as if he were the cyclops's chauffeur, so he'd just have to shut up and put up with the car. Aries made this known by leaning over in Caesar's direction as he walked over to the car, middle finger fully extended.

"If you have a problem with it, you can just sit your a** on the curb and wait for someone else to come get you," Aries jeered back at his friend, noticing that Cae was not the only redhead walking to the car. Well he certainly had not been informed that there would be other company in the car-- And here he was planning out how he was going to get Caesar to use those lips of his for some road head, but unlike Caesar who didn't seem to care if his sexual acts were being streamed worldwide, Aries was a bit more prudish when it came to other people within a close vicinity. Upon further examination of the extra passenger, it didn't take much to put two and two together that he wasn't with Caesar just for the company. Aries had known Caesar for about ten years now, so he had seen many lovers and one-night stands come and go from the redhead's life, and could easily spot someone that was Cae's type... Good looking and a nice a**; everything else was trivial. Not very specific, I know, but Caesar seemed to be an equal opportunity lover (and/or ********), so it was no surprise that Aries wouldn't be surprised at seeing a new person on Caesar's arm every night. Maybe this kid was just the older male's newest toy until the next "most androgynous male in Tokyo-to" would come along. Oh well, still didn't keep Aries from being irritated that Caesar's libido was pretty much the poster child for sexually-transmitted diseases, and this new guy was only adding to its fame.

Aries cocked his head over his shoulder to look back at the two redheads. "I was fine until you texted me," he lied, not mentioning the fact that he had been checking his phone earlier, waiting for Caesar to get a hold of him. God, he sounded like a love-sick school girl with that kind of attitude, and he was far from a school girl or being love-sick over Caesar... I mean, come on, he's Caesar!

"A-and what the hell! Don't go spreadin' sappy s**t like that about me!" Aries barked at the male in the backseat, his abdomen squished in the space between the two front seats as he reached back, punching and smacking any part of Caesar's body that was within beating distance. "And I'm not 'Gramps' either! It's Aries, f*****t! Aries!" his fist hit Caesar's knee, bone against bone making the albino wince slightly before deciding that he'd stop abusing his childhood friend (for now). He grumbled to himself as he sat correctly in his seat, starting up the car and pulling out of their sidewalk spot into the road.

"I'm thinkin' about returning to the ring tonight and earning some cash if you wanna get in on the action..." Aries changed the subject, knowing at any moment he could (and probably would) slam on the breaks in the middle of the street to reach back and continue hitting Caesar if the right buttons were pushed. It never seemed to bother Cae though, the insults, the beatings, the attempted rape... In fact, after dealing with this for several years now, Aries was sure that Caesar pushed his buttons to get that rise out of his friend on purpose, and that only annoyed Aries more. It made it seem like he didn't take the white-haired male seriously.

"So maybe you'd wanna come watch me for a bit... That is, if you're not busy catching another STD from some bimbo," Aries recovered, not wanting to sound like he wanted Caesar to come to watch him fight, "No offense, kid." He glanced in the rear-view mirror at Idioa, not necessarily wanting to group the boy with the many other pieces of a** Caesar took home (or to the nearest room to ********), but like mentioned before, he probably wasn't hanging out with the one-eyed male just for company. There was much better people and much better company than that rude, egotistical, selfish, bratty Caesar... Aries just didn't feel like finding other people to hang out with, is all.

"So where am I taking you brats to, anyways?"

Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes


sняєαםєяz sυвσяםιиαтє

[salsaplant]

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☇ Roven Angelo Bonne
☇ Bon
☇ January 14th
☇ 6' 0''
☇ 155lbs
☇ Male
☇ 19
☇ Homosexual
☇ Experiment



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☇ Biography :
____ "Mama, why do we have to stay in this room?"
"Because Bon, we have to be watched over."
"By those big men? ... I don't like them, mama. Why do they watch us? Did we do something bad?"
"No my love, they're watching us because we're helping them. We're part of something important, Bon. That's why we have to stay here. We're special-- You, daddy, and me. You're special, Bon."

He was special. That's what Roven always told himself, just like his mother had said. He told himself that at night when he could hear the screams of other experiments down the corridor. He told himself that when he was strapped down to tables and had needles poked in and blood drawn out. He told himself that when a man in a white coat told him that he could no longer see his parents, that they had died. He told himself that when he would lay in agony in his cell, feeling his skin crawling and muscles contorting from the drugs fused in his body. And he told himself that when he clung to the metal bars of the lemur cage, beady eyes peering at the small children clamoring up the side of the containment to be as close to him as possible. He was special.

Roven had practically grown up in captivity, the white-washed walls of the science department his only surroundings for as long as he could remember. From intelligence later gathered, he had found out that both his parents had been volunteers for Dr. Ivan's experiments. They each were fused with DNA and their bodies seemed to take rather well to its new form, temporarily. Dr. Ivan, intrigued by the progress the two had been making, had them conceive a child in hopes that it would reveal more clues to the mystery of the genetic alteration and fusion. But as mentioned earlier, Roven's parents' new forms only functioned for so long before they began to reject the animal DNA. Slowly but surely, and like every other experiment before them, their bodies began to shut down and decay, leaving their son orphaned and at the gloved hands of the scientists.

Picking up where his parents had left off, the boy was experimented and operated on on a seemingly daily basis, his body worn and tired from the constant torture. Age fourteen was the first time that Roven had made an attempt to escape the facility, tearing down the hallways and diving out of a second story window. It was a miracle that he had even survived with the amount of blood loss, but Dr. Ivan made sure that his experiment was stitched back up as best as possible; his right eye, blinded by a shard of glass lodged in his cornea, had to be removed. But through the tattered and torn body that was practically strewn across the operating table, Dr. Ivan added the finishing touches to his creation-- and Roven's fusion into a lemur had been complete. After weeks of recuperation, the teen was locked away again, this time for the world to watch and awe at, his lemur form the enjoyment of thousands each day that passed his cage at the Magnolia Park Zoo.

"You're special, Bon."

Clinging to his mantra, Roven Angelo Bonne became one of the six human/animal experiments at the Magnolia Park Zoo. Loved by the humans, watched by the scientists, and practically the only one of his kind... Yes, he was truly special.

☇ Personality :
____ Playful
____ Spontaneous
____ Flirt
____ Mischievous
____ Selfish
____ Narcissistic
☇ Likes :
____ ☑ Climbing, berries, causing mischief, male behinds <3
☇ Dislikes :
____ ☒ list six dislikes. type them out on this line, do not list.
☇ Skills :
____ Tail is operational like an extra hand
____ Pick lock skills
____ Knows several other animal "languages"
☇ Flaws :
____ Missing his right eye
____ Hemophiliac
____ Sporadic insomnia



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☇ Awolnation - Sail
☇ Some extra information [optional]
☇ salsaplant