C o n f u s i o n | C l o s e t|--->A one x one.

[Rabenstein]

For a teenage girl already head over heels, it took Emily very little coaxing to follow Kono wherever he happened to go. Listening to the boy try and mumble something that –sounded- like her name, Emily bit down on her lip in an excited nibble as he seemed to nervously stammer before she was led upstairs. Unsure why they were running so fast unless…Kono wanted to go to an upstairs ‘kissing room’ (oh, did the butterflies flutter at the thought), Emily blushed a plum-like color as she was somewhat shoved into a pathetic little pauper’s closet that smelled of musty coats. Her foot almost entangled with the chord of a vacuum cleaner, it was enough to make any wealthy girl feel uncomfortable, but she was here with konoke! The hell Em was going to complain!

“ Uh…sorry…we alright…here?”, shocked at the boy’s English, Emily was about to kiss him as her way of expressing that she didn’t care when the light flicked on and she blinked from the change in lighting on her eyes. How is this romantic? the girl mused, because it was starting to become a very cute little meeting place. ‘ Would be more fun in my walk-in closet at home…but it’ll do…’, and blushing at the goofy smile on his face, Emily smiled in an almost –sweet- way as he said he had a gift and pulled out a bruised little rose. Her hand shaking at the precious, weepy, little flower that resembled the dying blossom from Beauty and the Beast, Emily smiled brightly as she took the rose and smelled it to caress the petals against her nose. Sure enough it smelled so much nicer than commercial flowers, and her heart beat fast as she moved the rose away from her mouth enough to look at him and respond in a whisper.

“ Its beautiful…”, she mouthed before realizing that with the light on they could get caught…and so Emily smirked in a mischievous way as she flicked the light switch off, moved forward by feel to try and hold Kono close, and mumbled his nickname of ‘Konoke’ as she tried to find his mouth with her own in the darkness and give him a really proper thanks for the little treasure he gave her.

 

[toxkillfraex]

"I agreed to let you hang, but not to crash. Get out of my goddamn couch!"

So yeah... Casey. He'd been tired. Tired as heck, but he hadn't meant to fall asleep for half a day. Once Einian dragged him out of the couch Casey was up and attentive despite a headache cause by oversleeping.

"Oh... my..."
"Yeah, yeah... Get our a** out of here you're phone rung at least fifty times over."
Einian... Straight to the point and rude as always. The way he had move to a different house had been similar. Suddenly, mostly because he got sick of hearing Bella rant, but he'd not give that info to Case. He had given some other excuse a the time that he couldn't repeat anymore.

"Oh s**t... Bella." Uttered Casey grabbing his phone and jacket and sprinting out while yelling.
"I owe you one!"
"Yeah, yeah, you owe me much more than that!"
I took Casey only a little under half an hour to run all the way to the house. Seeing Bella pacing upstairs made him swear under his breath before he burst through the door.
"Hun I'm home!" Oh that sounded horribly wrong shouted from his mouth, but he meant it in regards of Bella. Seemed like Sarah had gone for a walk or something, because she was nowhere to be found. That didn't matter, however, instead he sprinted up the stairs to go where he knew Bella had been pacing. Once he got into the room he took a second to gain his breath.

"I... Ah... I didn't mean to... Fall asleep." He said in between hasty breaths to excuse himself. He then move to hold his sweet -yet ,hormonal- Bella close in a comfortable hug. He just hope she hadn't found something but his disappearance of the grid to rant about.
 

[toxkillfraex]

Makoto was more interested in getting away from the pool than staying there. Strange memories pushed him away, but most thoughts in his were vague taunts still stuck in his memories. If anything he wanted to stay far away from the pool, but in his hurry to get away, he didn't really pay attention to the possible comfort of others. Before he knew it somebody -or something- pushed back and he found himself flying face first into the water.

Splash

Any reasonable thought went to nowhere from this point onward. All Makoto knew was that he was choking on water and needed to find a way to get. Disoriented he flailed his arms and legs randomly only managing to move further out in the water instead of out. A few seconds later -chocking more and more on water that was getting in his mouth by what seemed to be gallons- his hands found the resistance of air and what should be above water. Yet, his mind and memories weren't helping him much.

Oh what's the matter little Toto? Can't get up?

A few flails later he found and out stretched hand and he clinged on to it almost dragging in the owner of that hand. He could make out a thing in this water that was clouded by his frantic movements. All he knew to do was latch his second hand to the stranger's hand. Ready to drag himself up without regard whether it would work or not he only held back once a second stronger hand reached into the water and under his armpit. He heard a voice command something and before much longer he was out of the dense dense water into air and on the ground next to the water choking and coughing out all the water he had swallowed while in the debatable shallow water. All he wanted to do was crawl away from the water and roll over to catch his breath and mind.

"Calm down... you're out." He heard his good old friend Suoh say in good old Japanese.
Makoto breathed in deeply coughing some more and looking for the owner of the other hand. What he found was a barely familiar -definitely Asian- girl whose dress had... Well become wet, because of Makoto freaking out in the water. His breathing was still uneven and rather frantic but it was okay. He was breathing he didn't get knocked out and woke up in a hospital.

"D-Domo... T-Thank you." He breathed before letting himself fall back on the ground grateful to be alive and out of that damnable pool.

"If I find Kono I'm going to kill him." He said in Japanese more directed to Suoh, but somehow Suoh didn't seem all that humored by the joke.

 

[toxkillfraex]

Suoh was about to continue on with 'looking' when he saw a familiar girl run towards the pool. He knew in an instant who it was. It was Akina, who had several times introduced herself to Makoto, but she had failed to notice Suoh on the few times he was right there with Makoto. He pressed his lips together in recognition of that thought, but before he could waste more time on that thought Suoh literally watched her push Makoto in the pool. Why? He didn't know, but the bandaged male pretty much shot in action once the loud splash unfroze him from surprise.

He didn't know what Akina had been thinking but at least for the time it took Suoh to get there she had managed to become Makoto's base for latching on. Suoh didn't hesitate much and no caring for getting wet he reached into the water to find the bottom of Makoto's arm.

"On thlree." He said in heavily accented English. "One, Thwo Thlree!" And he pulled Makoto up with all his force and Akina seemed to pull just as much force behind it. Before long Makoto was crawling and choking, but Suoh didn't stop himself shooting a little glare at the girl much in a way to say: 'What were you thinking! He's an Aquaphobe'.

"Calm down... you're out."
Suoh said hoping that Makoto would stop choking already and the tall Asian apparently did. Great... Now both of them were pretty much fully wet. Akina too for that matter.

"D-Domo... T-Thank you."
Suoh knew that wasn't for him anymore it had been ages since Makoto had thanked him for anything. But at the same time he judged Makoto's kindness as too quick, because he was also thanking the person who had gotten him in the water to begin with.

"If I find Kono I'm going to kill him."
Suoh's eyes narrowed a little. Kono wasn't a problem right now. Them not getting a cold was more important right now.

"No... You're going to get a change of clothes." Suoh responded firmly narrowing his eyes a little.
 

[toxkillfraex]

Sandra bit her lip. Somehow she was afraid she had chased her quickest way out of here away. Right now that was her biggest worry. Not that this man wanted to date her or something like that. They usually disappeared quickly when the patience was gone, moving on to easier... More promiscuous. At least that's what Sandra thought of their 'disappearances'. She threw a glance to the man next to her trying to see if his intentions were as honest as they seemed, but she felt like his face was unreadable. Her contemplations were disturbed by an incredibly loud shout and a girl sprinting by in sheer shock.

Sandra tensed up at the sudden commotion and her hands clenched down on her knees as she tried to decide if she really heard the crash and break of glass together with the anger. Instead of finishing her thoughts she was distracted by warm soft hands on hers and she relaxed a little returning her attention from the kitchen entry to Fang. He guided her and she let him following his lead to stand up.

“ Alright this party is getting ******** up, do you want to go someplace quieter? There’s a restaurant just around the corner, I’ll buy you a Sundae and introduce myself; ai?”
Sandra nodded, not quite thinking about the proposition for a second. Anything seemed better than here and she wouldn't mind introductions after... Half an hour? Ten minutes? She wasn't sure how long this one had been keeping her entertained. She gave a small smile.

"Sounds... Good." She stated adding another nod before turning her gaze down to the ground and somehow noticing that his shoes seemed far fancier than her worn work boots. She lightly bit her lip letting little things slide through her mind as she hoped that she would be led to whatever place Fang had in mind.
 

[Belavula]

“ Sounds…Good.”, Sandra mumbled with a nod, and Fang honestly wouldn’t have listened past the ‘good’ even if she had mumbled anything else before walking towards the door. Determination making the man walk faster, it was perhaps a funny thing that Sandra was noticing his expensive leather boots…as monetary value was going to come into play in the near future if Fang was able to show Sandra the paperwork he had drawn up. While this might ultimately confuse the average person, for a man with as many trust issues as…Fang…he needed something more, and he felt the only way to be sure of getting his intentions across was in a document. Be that something he learned from his absentee father, or simply from watching his six other brothers over the years and feeling contracts or written rules were the only things to keep things sane. As it was, Fang was unaware of his brother being down the road behind him and Sandra as he walked to the little diner and headed strait for the comfortable one in the shady corner. If anything, privacy was another Kempt family virtue and he had learned it well.

“ Are you cold?”, Fang asked as he started to unbutton his coat. Glancing towards the girl as he lingered near the booth to let the girl decide which side she wished to sit on, whichever spot she chose he sat opposite her location before he smiled and reached out to shake her hand again. ‘ Best introduce myself now…’, the man thought, never having been a man of patience when his heart felt on edge tonight in Sandra’s presence.

“ I’m Fang. Fang Kempt.”, and to further elaborate he smiled bigger to display his slightly larger fang tooth. “ I know you’re Sandra,you’re your friends were mum to what nickname you prefer, or your last name.”, Fang was unintentionally professional, business-like, from being so nervous of rejection that he was trying to rush the process of getting to his point. Waiting until she said something, or responded in –some way- he smiled before giving her his coat if she said she was cold, or holding it out for her regardless as he pulled the neatly printed computer document that had been printed on very expensive paper.

“ I know this may be very strange for you, but Its been…quite a long time since I’ve been in any…normal…relationship. So I don’t quite remember the protocol of asking someone to be in one, so I wrote this down of my intentions, what I want…”, Fang paused because he had printed out a contract, that in short stated that he wanted a serious boyfriend/girlfriend relationship of two years minimum, with the possibility of being engaged if she so chose. He also stipulated that he would call a certain number of times each week as a minimum of one call per day, how often a minimum they should try and have dates, that sex was to only occur with each other if both parties were comfortable with the idea, and that if he failed to meet just one of those guidelines…he would pay a fine of ten thousand dollars, and if he slept or she slept with anyone else, the contract would be terminated. Fang had already signed it, but he was terrified of Sandra reading it and saying she wasn’t comfortable with the reassurance that a contract would bring. So sitting there with his foot shaking in his boot, he moved the paper over to her after unfolding it so that she could look it over.

 

[Belavula]

So stunned with seeing Makoto in the water flailing about in terror to notice the glare that Suoh passed her, Akina remained frozen in place as the cold of the water on her dress turned her into a statue. ‘You almost killed him!’, Not really at a mental place to consider that Makoto panicked in the shallow end of the pool, all she could do was remain in one place as Suoh comforted his friend. Feeling so ashamed for her actions, Akina bit down on her tongue as she tried to look around for something that could be used as a towel; finding nothing, she could only frown as she listened to the rambling language that the two men spoke to each other. Sadly, she only knew English, and while she was curious about what they were saying, they could have been making up words and she simply wouldn’t know. They probably don’t want you to know they’re talking about you. Looking up after taking a deep breath, Akina tried to smile at Makoto and Suoh, but she couldn’t do it without guilt showing on her face.

“ I’m sorry…”

 

[toxkillfraex]

For some reason she was glad that she was out of the house. The atmosphere was dense and dumbed down in there or at least it felt like that to the shy raven head. She didn't mind that he was leading the way, sadly enough he led her straight into the cold. She was glad he sweater was thick, but it wasn't really helping her legs or anything. She was blissfully unaware that they had drawn attention of other's in this process of moving from one place to another. She might've reacted differently to the given situation.

“ Are you cold?”
She was grateful for the almost secluded corner this man had picked and that question. If anything he knew how to make a person comfortable or make them feel safe and harbored against peering strangers and what not.

"Yeah... I'm kind of turning into an icicle", she admitted, not knowing all that bothered this man, but she gladly pulled the coat closer around her shoulders and took a seat in this booth crossing her legs and rubbing them and hard hands into each other to force warmth back into them now they were inside in warmer and less hormonally insane regions. She watched the man sit down in front of her, his demeanor seemingly becoming less certain as time passed by or was it make belief plastered on his face.


“ I’m Fang. Fang Kempt.”
She pressed her lips together in thought frowning a little. The name didn't ring a bell at all and she had the feeling that even 'Fang' was a nickname and whatever was his real, real name was something he didn't like or superstitiously didn't share. However, she still had a feeling the name still had to ring a bell.

“ I know you’re Sandra,you’re your friends were mum to what nickname you prefer, or your last name.”
A small smile came on her face, finding it slightly unfair that she was the last one in this particular conversation to get names. She felt like her privacy was somewhat invaded and that this 'Fang' had been snooping around like a little rat. Perhaps, that wasn't fair a thought for him, but she gave a light sigh, a relieved one despite everything.

"Jurgenson..." She muttered. "Not that my family name is of that much importance..." She added almost silently and honestly... She had never had a nickname from anybody. Despite that she didn't know that behind her back she sometimes was nicked Cloudy Sandy. Of course her friends didn't mention that... First impressions and such.

“ I know this may be very strange for you,...”
Sandra gave the fanged man in front of her a curious look. All of this was very strange for her. How he could top that was a mystery to the shy woman.
“...but Its been…quite a long time since I’ve been in any…normal…relationship.”
Normal. What counted as normal? Somehow it seemed little Fang here was getting awfully cryptic. Her frown reformed on her face, trying to understand what he was going on about and it turned even worse when he mentioned he had 'written down his intentions'. Her eyes widened a little at the mention at that almost taking this guy for a lawyer of some sort that he spoke like this and had things 'written down'. She of course didn't know that the only remotely lawyer like person in the neighborhood would only make contracts unless it was really necessary.

Protocol... Like there was a protocol for love, friendship, relations in general. Businesses tried to rule relations with small print and odd, yet logical, rules. So when she actually got a paper in front of her nose she blinked a couple of times. He was... Seriously showing her a .. Contract? Was this for real. She blinked a couple of time more hoping the paper would magically disappear and expecting the last few words she heard were a figment of her imagination. None of all that was true, The paper and the statement was as real as the table it lay on.

Then she started to read it, barely noting there was already a signature on it. Yet, she barely could believe her eyes an odd grin forming on her face as she reread some of the lines. Quota for messages? What? Was this guy for real? And... oh God... A fine!

A snort escaped from Sandra's mouth a few lines further she couldn't contain herself anymore and got into an honest fit of giggles she hadn't had in years. Oh... This guy was piece of work. A contract for love!

"Oh... Dear." she muttered through her giggles that were soon becoming laughter.
"I'm sorry..." She squealed out. Trying to apologize for her reaction if Fang really was serious about the paper in front of her. She didn't want to hurt his feelings but this was just hilarious!
"I don't mean to, but..." She laughed some more trying to get a hold of herself. "But you really are a piece of work!" Her voice was jittery from laughter, the words perhaps not coming out clearly enough.
"I-I need a second." She pretty much exclaimed, pressing her hands to her mouth and the sheer thought that flashed through her mind that her friends had somehow seen this paper before hand was too much to bear and soon she was cradling her head on the table in laughter.

She calmed down though. Her laughter subsided into a far an in between giggles and the prettiest smile she probably had ever had on her face and it was actually directed to the man across from her. It seemed the roles of discomfort were reversed for now and she reached out to give him a pat on his shoulder. Trying to convey it wasn't as bad as her laughing fit might have made it seem.

"You don't... I mean... You can't put feelings in a contract, dear." She said. Hoping he would get it, hoping that it was obvious she wasn't trying to mock him. She turned the paper around and pushed it back to him.
"It grows..." She said her voice going lower again. "Look at it... I'm guessing it's tailored to you." Said a slight giggle escaping her lips again. It was cute... The contract. If anything it was something that had entertained her more than anything in the last few weeks, maybe month... Heck maybe even years.

"There's space in those... Words... For somebody else, but... What if I want to hear you less or more? And a fine? If I can life with an apology or a different way... To make up... Then why pay?" She was putting allot of 'I' in this explanation. Did she fancy the idea of dating Fang? Right now she was enamored, because of this ridiculous moment that had brought her more joy and laughter than anything. She gave a little snort.

"Unbelievable..." She uttered in disbelief and realizing that might sound like she'd tell the whole world of this she pressed her lips together still with an odd smile on her face. She acted like she was locking her mouth and throwing away the key before saying: "I swear I take that to my grave. Not another soul will know I had a love contract tonight."


((I couldn't resist responding to this first))  

[toxkillfraex]

Kono was extremely nervous. Especially when Emily took his rose... Smelled it looked it over. Oh what was she going to say! Was it good enough? It definitely beat his spoon didn't it? He waited with bated breath and then... Out came her response and he let out a breath of relief and joy. Gosh, how could he be so in love with a girl he barely know. He knew her smell, he knew she couldn't pronounce his name properly- but that probably went both ways- and he knew she was pretty.

He wasn't expecting, however, the girl to switch the light of. He had no clue what so ever the girl had in mind. He felt her search for him with her hands and he barely hesitated drawing her closer, letting her kiss, returning it.

Kono was completely oblivious how much of a crooked view little Emira-chan had on love and what it entailed. All he knew was her hands the warmth of the lower half of her back and... Well her quaint breasts pressed against his chest.

((I have a feeling kono will be caught with his pants on his ankles O____O; poor oblivious kid))
 

[Rabenstein]

Watching Sandra read through his contract, at first, was a horribly nerve wracking experience. He wasn’t sure if he had written it up perfectly or not, though Fang could admit to himself that he had thought to have been as thorough as he could be without knowing Sandra’s particulars better. However, soon the girl had a very…peculiar…grin on her face, and Fang’s eyebrows furrowed uncomfortably at the thought of what lines in particular made that expression bounce onto her face. Seeing the girl he liked snort was really like someone pulling a bottom brick out of the jenga board and watching all the pieces wobble. ‘ What the ******** is so bad?’, uncertain how to best respond to this, Fang opted to be professional and stood up strait in the booth as Sandra started giggling like keebler elves.

“ Oh…Dear.”, Fang wondered if he should get up and fetch the girl a cup of water from the tone she used from giggling. “ I’m sorry…”, Sandra squealed like she was five years old, and it was harder and harder to keep a strait face. After further deliberations of the girl calling him a piece of work in laughter and snorting into her hands like a cocaine addict, Fang’s foot was uncomfortably tapping the floor like an antsy dog’s tail at seeing the unusual smile glowing on Sandra’s pretty little face. At getting a pat on the shoulder though, his face did slouch a little. ‘ Really…I’m not five years old.’, poor Pino could relate, if Fang even knew the boy to make a comparison. Expecting a kind ‘no’ being the worst of his worries at this point, Fang’s face kept the ‘Kempt brooding stare’ as much as he possibly could when Sandra was still smiling at him; but, at hearing her first words Fang himself started to giggle like an elf.

“ You don’t…I mean…You can’t put feelings in a contract, dear.”, Fang put one hand up over his mouth to try and hide how his chest shook from trying to hold back the laughter that must have been contagious. Watching her turn the paper over, it was perhaps a good thing that he was too busy trying to restrain himself than speak.

“ It grows…”, Somehow the word ‘grows’ was one of the trigger words every man had that referenced to humor or sexual innuendos, and so Fang slammed his eyes shut to breathe. “ Look at it…I’m guessing it’s tailored to you.”, Both people might have let a giggle slip then; but, in his mind away from the infectious laughter, Fang thought to himself: ‘ Well I actually wrote most of that for you...’, but he might respond later, when he could stop holding his hand over his mouth.

“ There’s space in those…words…For somebody else, but…”, Suddenly all thought of laughter and playfully nit picking at his contract seemed to die, and while his mood didn’t become angry, a string in his chest seemed to snap like a guitar string and his face contorted for a moment from the uncomfortable pain that stung him. How on earth had he written it out so poorly? Did he need to be more specific?! Almost aggravated, Fang might have interrupted her then because his hand could safely move away from his mouth and tap against the booth table…but then Sandra spoke again, and the a very big grin splashed about his mouth.

“ What if I want to hear you less or more? And a fine? If I can live with an apology or a different way…to make up…then why pay?”, Finding it almost impossible not to interrupt her then, because it simply had to be done, his better judgment told him to be patient…which meant that his heart raced and his adrenaline pulsed through his tapping foot as she snorted again and mumbled an ‘unbelievable’ which was the very last thing he could stand before cutting through. If she mumbled anything, he honestly couldn’t hear it over his own talking.

“ Alright, reel it in a few feet Sandy.”, Fang started, then instantly regretted calling her a pet name too soon. “ For starters, to better understand why I gave you a contract, you would have to know me. But I didn’t spend, who knows how many hours, typing that up to only benefit myself. I already know you can’t…contract…feelings, but as you can tell I didn’t write anything in there about feelings.”, Pausing to breathe and pin the waitress a serious look of ‘do not disturb’, Fang wet his lips as he reached across the table to try and turn the contract over so that he could point to certain places.

“ Like I said before…its been a long time since I was in any kind of relationship, mostly because of something that happened that hurt me, and I’ll be happy to go into that later when we’re not talking about this. But as you see here…”, Fang slid his fingers across the page. “ I set a minimum, and I also put a clause here for it you aren’t feeling well, or don’t slash can’t call or spend time with me. By all means, if you want to call more or see me more, you have to let me know, and vice versa.”, Fang stopped to try and look into Sandra’s eyes to better gauge the emotion within them before he flicked his eyes back to the paper and tapped it to try and muster her attention back to the contract again.

“ I left room in the contract because I hadn’t shared it with you yet, and I figured we could talk about it and work out something we both agree and want. No, not to –contract- love, but this is no different than vows of how I intend to treat you and care for you, and no one knows how to do that better than yourself.”, Very serious now, Fang bit his lip and wet them in a nervous fidget before he spoke again.

“ I really don’t care about money, my family comes from money…and no, I’m not saying that its an easy thing for me to just throw you ten thousand dollars and just ‘sleep around’ from time to time. I put ten thousand simply because that’s everything that’s in my savings, because most of my money is eaten up in rent and taking care of the devil…”, he paused and shut his eyes for a moment from embarrassment. “ Err…my little sister.”, girls tended to be wooed by men they thought were nice, so he corrected himself if only for Sandra.

“ I don’t know how to convey that I would be all in for as long as you want me than to bet all my savings. I really don’t. I don’t know how to make a promise you won’t forget without putting it in a document so that you can look at it later and tell me when I mess up or what I can improve on.”, pausing from anxiety, Fang closed his eyes and breathed for a long moment before dampening his lips for the third time and reaching out to try and hold her hand to better reassure the woman that he wasn’t trying to trap her or cage her.

“ I really want to get to know you, and be in a relationship with you. If you want to edit this, we can talk about it, make things more flexible for you…but I know what I want, I want to be with you…and the best I can be for you.”, and feeling heat rise up in his chest, he paused to expel his breath before his hand tried to squeeze Sandra’s hand if she let him hold it, or put his hands together in front of him on the table if she hadn’t let him earlier before he looked her strait in the eye and narrowed his eyebrows just a little to show he wasn’t playing around.

“ But if you don’t want to be with me, after knowing where I stand, then no one would ever force you to sign the paper…”
 

[toxkillfraex]

“ Alright, reel it in a few feet Sandy.”
Sandra pretty much stopped in the middle of her sentence with being interrupted and being called a pet name. The man seemed ticked of a little at her, and perhaps tried to hide it behind a name, but she hadn't meant to trod on his feelings at any point. At least she didn't call him completely ridiculous. Right? That she couldn't believe it was normal... She guessed and he... Seemed to guess the same thing.

“ For starters, to better understand why I gave you a contract, you would have to know me. But I didn’t spend, who knows how many hours, typing that up to only benefit myself. I already know you can’t…contract…feelings, but as you can tell I didn’t write anything in there about feelings.”
He was really serious about a contract. She wouldn't know why and she couldn't guess why. To be honest, if she couldn't fathom the why, then she'd rather not have the man bear his heart this fast or this soon... If that was what he was doing. The hair on her neck stood up at the thought. Somewhat afraid of being stifled without much of an introduction.

“Like I said before…its been a long time since I was in any kind of relationship, mostly because of something that happened that hurt me, and I’ll be happy to go into that later when we’re not talking about this. But as you see here…”
Well, that it had been a long time that was obvious. Silently she wondered how he had kept that up. Was he just as asocial as her? Nah not quite likely. He had started the conversation. Then how could have been single for a 'long' enough time to think a contract could lead a relationship. Heck, he was nothing less than handsome. Well spoken... Convincing, attractive... Infatuating. Sweet, but firm enough to get his point across. Her mind was starting to distract her there, watching him slide his fingers over the page -that she couldn't even appreciate the value of, because she just saw it as paper. She heard him mention vows and she could get that point of view. If anything that's how marriages meant. At least it didn't say till death do us part.

He upped the stakes, mentioning he was from money with a savings of ten ******** thousand -something witch she couldn't phantom never having more then a hundred- and that just made it harder to accept this... Vow contract thing. God, this one came straight from the devil's advocate. Having the man mention taking care of the devil/slash his sister go a short giggle out of Sandra's mouth.

He's trying to hard... She mused to herself. He only added to that conclusion that he tried to show that he was all in and she didn't need more evidence to see this. Exhibit A: He didn't run of when she was less than Apprehensive of being set up. B: They were in a rather private corner to talk about this. Then C: he had put hours in this. D: He was keen to repeat he had no idea what he was doing, but that he was confident about this. Sandra didn't know what had sparked Fang to fall like a rock for her. Then again she didn't know how long he'd been talking to her friends.

“ I really want to get to know you, and be in a relationship with you. If you want to edit this, we can talk about it, make things more flexible for you…but I know what I want, I want to be with you…and the best I can be for you.”
She let him hold on to her hand and she unconsciously squeezed back when he did. Sure she kind of wanted to get to know him better, but it felt like signing this contract might be more of an obstruction in both of their minds. She could sign and care no further. Forget about it until it seemed to be of use. Then again... mister Fang Kempt the Lawyer side might not appreciate such a treatment of something he put hours in. She could barely look him in the eye at this point uncomfortable with what this whole conversation might entail.

“ But if you don’t want to be with me, after knowing where I stand, then no one would ever force you to sign the paper…”
That was true, but she was heavily inclined to cave in at this point. Give in and see where things went, hopefully proving along the way that taking a jump like that meant far more than a scribble on a paper. She moved to take another look at the paper.

"Well... I... Don't have words..." She uttered, kind of between awe and sheer confusion. She bit onto her lip nervously, just staring at the paper rather than reading it and making the sum of all things that might or might not be, but there was a large distraction.

"Ma'm" She heard the waiter distantly say and somehow her gut knew it was the start of an ominous appearance.

"You and I got a bone to pick... Fang." Sandra wasn't looked at twice and that was a good thing, because of how vicious this leather clad woman sounded she didn't even want to be seen. Somehow she couldn't even wait for a response and moved to drag Fang out of the dinner, leaving Sandra alone in the booth guessing at what was going on. She tried to follow them with her eyes, but the two went out of sight for the shy brunette.

Was that his... Devil sister?




 

[toxkillfraex]

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Knock, knock

Annabelle swore under her breath as she wasn't even given a few seconds to breathe out at a window in solitude. A voice sounded from behind a door that barely really penetrated her mind. She was sure neither Fang nor his newest conquest would have really taken note of her. Honestly, why this guy was persistent enough to look for her was a mystery for her. She had obviously ditched him right? Disappearing to nowhere was a telltale sign wasn't it?

She ignored the knocks trying to straighten her mind and stop her silly crying and sniffling. Sure there were a few more, but then eventually she heard a sort of conversation that sounded like 'she's not here'. That was good, but something far more urgent caught her eyes on the outside. There was no doubt, that was Fang and his new little trollop. She gritted her teeth angrily and moved to go out of the room, but then she realized what sort of shitstorm would be on the other side if the slutty blond bimbo b***h had gone of to tattle asides from wallowing in her own idiocy. No, Annie didn't want to risk that and not thinking that straight she opened the widow only to find she was in luck to have a bit of roof to get the heck out of that room!

With the elegance of a hippo she struggled down the short slide. She barely manage to hang on to the edge scaring a few people with her flailing legs, before she actually risked the drop down. She fell with a big ooff on her back only to scramble up quickly and see if Fang and troll were in sight. She only noticed how the few people she had scared with her drop down a floor.

"Don't stare! I'm not super human... Jeez."
She took a second to dust her jacket and got move on, just in time to see Fang and his goblin round the corner. Annie made a quick sprint, but by the time she got there... They were out of sight.

Da ******** questioned, taking a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't just ambushed or anything. No such thing was the case and she stampeded on through the street before her to the next bend. Finding the stampede to long for Fang and little miss Orc to have made it that fast she retraced her steps until she found Fangs pretty little face in the back of a diner. He seemed ticked off about something, but then again... He always was the ********. Even during sex, so hell bent on keeping the strings. Ha, not that it would save him this time.

She hesitated at the entrance though. Pacing back and forth until she made up her mind and just went for it. Sure she didn't know exactly what she was doing. but she was heartbroken, lied to and Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. She didn't even hear the waiter try to calm her down for even a split second and she blatantly ignored the tattooed Ogre in the booth with little Richard

"You and I got a bone to pick... Fang."
She pretty much spat the words and swifly shifted balance from one leg and beg almost like she was getting ready for a fight. She was more impatient than anything and didn't take too long to grab that dirty little b*****d that had dared to ******** around in her territory by his collar to drag and push him angrily near violently outside and a few meters further. She would've been blind to any protest and soon she gave him a quick jab in the side.

"The ******** do you think you're doing!" I just forgot about you! You damn b*****d!
She moved to almost punch him again -in the face- but she didn't. She was pissed off, but smart enough to not cause enough harm to be sued for assault and battery by this little rich kid with a ******** hotel family!

"This is my turf!" She almost yelled prodding him painfully with her finger. "You should be on the other side of the ******** country!" She growled angrily and soon moved to pin the man against a wall, resorting to his collar again.
"You may have lied and I don't give two shits, but I'm not gonna let you trod around here without making your life a misery." Gosh, didn't she sound desperate, horribly possessive and jealous? Half of Annies brain didn't care, the other half was telling her to ******** of and leave this alone. It probably was obvious as ******** that she never really let go in the last few month. Heck her eyes were still red from crying out of sheer emotional overload thanks to miss Bimbo. She probably looked like she could be an awe killer now

((Fang run!... She's a ******** kickboxer! ;____; Oh dear... Unless he knows some wrestling like Skull... owhkay then I guess))

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Yours truely,_____
______________Annabelle~

 

[Rabenstein]

Fang was just sitting there, mulling about the way that his dear Sandra had just begun to saw in response to him when the most god-awful voice in the world seemed to slur at him and he could barely raise his head fast enough to see none other than the muse from hell herself standing near his table. So surprised to be recognized, much less be spoken to since that woman had only wanted him for one reason and he thought he did rather well in that arena, Fang grimaced as she glared down at him; his heart pacing wildly in his chest.

“ You and I got a bone to pick…Fang.”, Tinkerbell mumbled as she shifted her weight, moved to grab his shirt collar, and drag him towards the door. So stunned just by –seeing- the illustrious pixie to have the willpower to stop her, the best he could do was walk with as much dignity as he could in these circumstances. Having been used to being dragged about by his brothers, perhaps he pulled this off much better than the average male. ‘ What the ********!? Didn’t she pick at my bone well enough three months ago?!’, and not remembering how long it had actually been since the hotel, the man didn’t expect the girl to hit him, so he remained quiet when she started to spit words at his face. While the jab to his side certainly stung, his brother had broken his arm before, and so in comparison this pain he could shoulder without too much of the evidence showing on his face.

“ The ******** do you think you’re doing!”, At this, fang interrupted her no matter what she said.
xxx “ I’m having a drink with my--”
“ This is my turf!”, What were they? Sharks!? Fang hastily tightened his chest to try and not feel the full impact of her jab against his chest. “ The hell I--”

“ You should be on the other side of the ******** country!”, Still confused as a duck stuck in concrete, Richard let himself be pinned to the wall as his brown eyes angrily glared at the pixie blonde’s face. His face cold and serious when she grabbed is collar again, he just raised an eyebrow as he opened his mouth to speak and just closed it when pixie began to spout more words again.

“ You may have lied and I don’t give two shits, but I’m not gonna let you trod around here without making your life a misery.”, Seriously not believing that for a second, Fang wouldn’t have let tink speak anymore even if she had rambled out more utter nonsense from her alcohol infused lips and emotional eyes glaring down at him. ‘ Really? Is this all the thanks I get for making you c**? You ungrateful blonde trollop!’, and irritatingly moving his hands to try and shove Annabelle’s hands off of his clothing, he just glared at her as he didn’t lose his cool and spoke too much like his brother for his own good…

“ Lied?...Really? I told you I was going to California, I never said I couldn’t come back if I damn well wanted to.”, and brushing his shirt off, the man bit his lip and unintentionally showed off his fang tooth in the fierce fidget.

“ If you didn’t give two shits why the ******** are you here messing up my date?”, Richard said, pausing only to look for Sandra, and not seeing her he turned his eyes back and continued.

“ What I do? Isn’t any of your <********> business Tinkerbell; but, if you ever bother my girlfriend you’ll regret you ever lived here…”, and meaning good on his threat, Fang tried to shove Annabelle off before walking back towards the diner, where he sincerely hoped he could explain this to Sandra before she got the wrong idea and left without him.
 

[Rabenstein]

Still upstairs pacing when the front door opened, Bella had just been about to sit down and rest her ankles when she thought she heard footsteps down in the living room. Rushed footsteps, and that certainly couldn’t have been Sarah with her quiet feet. Thinking only that her choices were Casey or Harold, and Harold didn’t have that particular strut, Bella’s heart fluttered wildly in her chest and she did her best to push all thoughts of Skull and Sarah from her mind. How Casey could tolerate her ex being so close to her, not that she was very fond of public displays of affection back then for Casey to be worried about now, the brunette just did her best to hold Casey as close as possible to her; closing her eyes against his shoulder and trying to breathe in his scent. Ordinarily, she would have something to gripe about, but as right now she felt trapped by a guilty conscience…there was little she could say and feel she had a right to spout at the moment.

“ I…Ah…I didn’t mean to…Fall asleep.”, Giggling in a chuckle against Casey’s neck, Bella smiled as she shook her head against him and closed her eyes again. His body always felt so warm, so inviting, and she knew she loved him and missed him, so thereby she could push all other thoughts aside and blame them as being hormonal again. ‘ Silly me…almost believing the worst about you…’, and not able to handle thoughts like that, she kissed up Casey’s neck and squeezed her arms tightly around his body.

“ Mhm I thought so…Silly bee, falling asleep on the first comfy chair you land on?”, and chuckling again, Bella pulled away just enough for her brown eyes to lock with Casey’s own in an affectionate glance.

“ I missed you so much…Seems like the whole worlds been texting me today...”, and not wanting to go into that, she hastily changed the subject as her eyes sank and her hand brushed over her rather large stomach.

“ Do you think it’ll be soon?...My mother thought he or she would be born last week…”
 

[Rabenstein]

“ What I do? Isn’t any of your <********> business Tinkerbell; but, if you ever bother my girlfriend you’ll regret you ever lived here…”, and in the midst of what could be infamous words, Fang had shoved Annabelle off, and as the man disappeared back inside the diner, Skull snuck from his hiding spot near the bushes and moved from the shrubberies to put out his cigarette with his shoe and pin Annabelle a serious look. Not ever having been particularly attracted to blondes, at least female blondes, the man would never have thought that his younger brother would have had anything started with one…much less one who had spent the better part of a few weeks trying to coax him into sleeping with her. Raising an eyebrow and wondering why it was this conversation was taking place, as he had only been able to hear what his brother said (though he saw Annabelle having her way with his brother no less), the man –could- have kept watching from the shadows…but he was simply too curious about this to let the matter die here.

“ Huh…”, Skull mumbled, a simple phrase really, for one to reveal themselves to a drunk woman.

“ Tinkerbell eh? Never thought anyone would call you that and get away with it…”, and chuckling in an almost malicious way from his lack of a positive mood in losing where Sarah had disappeared to, the man sneered in a way that genuinely resembled his brother…who no doubt inherited it from watching Skull…before shrugging and laughing under his breath.

“ But if you’ll excuse me…I just found out my brother has a girlfriend that he neglected to tell me about…”, and feeling very apt on vengeance at the current moment, Harold laughed a bit louder as he sent Annabelle a subtle glare of warning and moved to walk past her; never once letting down his guard in case the drunk woman sought to get her revenge on the elder brother of the man she let slip through her fingers…