[PRP] I Didn't Call for You (Damien x Uru)

[PhiferWolf]

Jack Uru grimaced at the mention of his sister, the fact that he was likely right about it. Sure he had his dorm, he still had it but it was definitely not in liveable conditions that was up to code with the school's standards. The demon didn't regret it, but he wouldn't mind having a bed to sleep in after sleeping on the ground the last few nights. He didn't meet the boil's gaze for a while, but he found himself looking to him again anyway. Something pulled him to do so, letting out a soft exhale.

"Fine." He answered. He could argue it, he could fight it seeing as the place was the monster's, the place was thick with his scent, too. That was another thing - his inner wolf whined and growled at the idea that he would end up smelling like someone else if he did stay. With the boil moving to the kitchen to put away the cups, he had already made his way to the couch. "I will sleep here."  

[Bloodlust Dante]

The agreement put some pep in Damien's step, his tail batting around as he took Uru's cup to the kitchen as well. "Nonsense, you can take the bed, its more comfortable." he insisted as he poured more food out into the foxfire feeding tray for them in the morning. "If you are my guest, then I insist, ill stay on the couch." he stubbornly began his trek to the closet, picking up a spare blanket and letting out the foxfire pack into full reign of the dorm. "you wont be alone with the runts around, thats for sure."


The little paws began to roam into the areas, mostly aiming for the bed and couch while others remained in their personal den, The Ascended scruffle didn't stray far from his owner, already making itself comfortable on the couch and gauging its guest with a stare.  

[PhiferWolf]

Uru watched as the foxfires amble around the dorm room; their small feet carrying them in such a fashion that he could not help but twitch a smile. Minipets. Such a large group of them; wandering all over the place, especially the bed in the other room and the couch. The couch was also the place where the ascended scruffle had settled, glaring him down challengingly. If he recalled, its name was 'Regal' or something along that line. The demon returned it with a challenging glance.

"I cannot sleep on your bed, Damien." He replied, keeping his eyes on the scruffle. The bed was strictly the boil's it. To him, it was a personal space - one's absolute territory. To openly let someone else sleep in it was unheard of. The only times he has ever heard of sharing bed was his parents and when his sister was so frightened that one night that she had crawled into his. "It's your bed, you sleep in it. I am the guest, I can sleep on the couch."  

[Bloodlust Dante]

"It looks like we are at an impasse, Uru." Damien concluded, they both had their own code that they followed. It wasn't in his place to question Uru's ethics, as he was taught differently than himself. "So either we both share the couch, or share the bed then." The monster could practically hear Regal scoff as it laid out on the couch, unwavering at the look it was getting from the monster and Demon. "If I had a guest room, this could have been easily solved, but alas, I am not at my home and we must make due."  

[PhiferWolf]

Uru glanced at the couch, the bed, Damien, back to the bed again. His back was sore, the earth wasn't exactly comfortable to sleep on considering it was Halloween. Nothing was exactly smooth and nice here when it came to the environment, but he made do by sleeping upright against the tree. He let out a soft sigh as he contemplated it, trying to convince himself that he shouldn't do this. Even his wolf was against the idea.

Not his territory.

Not his scent.

Not his room.

Not his bed.

He was alone.

He wouldn't be alone.

"We'll share the bed then... Can't have you sleep on your couch if your bed is right there." He conceded. He could carry it on and continue to protest the idea, but the yawn the boil gave was a sure signal that time was winding down and he could feel the aches in his back spread their numbing pain. Ducking his head, he fully conceded.  

[Bloodlust Dante]

It wasn't as if Damien was unused to sharing the space with others, there was many a time when Levi would sneak in for sibling cuddles. It was usual and at the same time, the chest fluttering was back again. "Uh huh, sleepyboil, you are just as tired as myself, probably more so." the hound argued playfully, pulling aside the divider and opening the way into the bedroom.

The bed was sparsely decorated. Nightstands that had his pins and the bed that was made to support the weight of the monster in natural form. "Made sturdy and large enough for monster use." he stated and pushed the boil toward the bathroom door. " In case you wanted to use it before bed, spare toothbrushes and towels in the cabinet." he continued without looking, busy with the task of prepping the bed and nudging the foxfires away to spread the extra blanket and pulling the curtains to provide less light.  

[PhiferWolf]

Tentatively, the demon followed the monster, his hands, uncomfortable hanging be his sides, found homes in his pockets, to the bedroom. He shouldn't be surprised that the bed was relatively big and quite comfortable looking, but then again, any bed would look comfortable. He could imagine the blanket was puffy and comfortable, initially cool before trapping in their radiating heat underneath the covers. The pillow conforming to the shape of his head as he would rest into them. Uru stared into the back of the boil, not bothering to admit that he was tired but his expression was more than enough evidence of it though.

"It would seem everything in this dorm is made for monster use." He made an off-hand comment as he was pushed into another room. He looked over his shoulder at the ushering boil as he rattled off the necessary information before leaving him to his own devices.

The demon leaned over the sink, his head hung low. He was gonna have to spend the night, but he was uncertain if he should stay. This wasn't his place to stay - he was only offered the night, that was it. That was it. He was gonna go in the morning when he woke, he couldn't impose. But Damien was being so kind to him and it would be disrespectful if he left without so much as a thanks and a good-bye. But, the sensation in the pit of his stomach, foreign and uncertain, told him that he should stay, that he shouldn't say good-bye just yet. Sighing, he turned on the faucet and moved about the bathroom - opening the same cabinets a few times to find what he was looking for. Walking out of the bathroom,he stood in the doorway with his tanktop and pants, his jacket and socks folded neatly in hand.

This was gonna be another problem because he didn't like to sleep with his pants on. He could almost feel the color raise in his cheeks. The demon sincerely hoped that the spare blanket would solely be his.  

[Bloodlust Dante]

"The kitchen was not made for natural form monster use." he piped up, scooting past the Demon hound guest and into the bathroom, to give his pearly whites a good brushing and wash his face. He still wasn't sure if it was a wise idea, sure Uru needed company, but he doubted that sharing a bed was what he required. It was too late to change that, he reluctantly agreed to his fate, slipping over into the walkin closet to change into his sleepwear and no shirtness.


It was already warm enough with all the foxfires and now more body heat, he will be damned if he has to suffer with a shirt on.  

[PhiferWolf]

Bloodlust Dante

Okay, he had a point on that one. It would have been like a minotaur in a glassware shop if a monster was set loose there. He wasn't even certain of what Damien's natural monster form was, but if it was anything like the dragons and winged creature, he smirked at the thought of a monster like that in a place like this. It was too small, in his opinion.

Uru watched as Damien brushed past him into the bathroom and then into his closet. Seeing a shirtless boil wasn't an uncommon thing; he had seen himself in the mirror plenty of times and the gym was full of them. His own tank top stretched tight across his chest, the demon moved to place his jacket and socks on a chair in the corner of the room before turning back to the bed. He should definitely wait for the owner of the territory take his position before he attempted it himself. So he stood and watched from the corner with glowing eyes. He couldn't help but noticed the emerald markings that scored across the boil's body. He was fit, he would give him that, a formidable opponent in a fight, but he found as his eyes traced the strange green tattoos, he was staring. Rude. Uru cleared his throat as he dropped his gaze. Get in bed already.  

[Bloodlust Dante]

The prickling sensation that had Damien tense was joined with the butterfly fluttering in his chest, in a strange dance that the monster wanted done with. He wasn't sure if it was just nerves or feeling ill or if this was what it was like before getting mold. A cursory glance over to the mirror in the changing room shown no discoloration that would have him running to Nurse cricket and dealing with cricket shaming.

Whatever the feeling was, it was nice and all the same not appreciated. as he walked back to the bedroom. and to the boil that looked like he was ready to spin around in a circle until he found a spot to rest. "Jeeze, its a bed, you just fall on it and sleep ya know?" he green eared pup barked and took the blanket usually on the bed spread and rolled himself into a cocoon, the foxfires already gathering to sleep on or around the form, with a few trying their best to wiggle in and nestle closer to the pack leader. "The other blanket is yours, try and get some rest, you look like you need it." he stated, trying to prevent himself from stating that he looked like he had not received a good amount of sleep for days.

He could feel sleep creeping up on him, even right now, eyelids to forest and jade pool becoming heavier. It was strange considering that he was sure that he'd been wide awake, seeing as how another was currently in his space, and he would ant to make sure that the visitor was settled before drifting off. He felt nothing but comfortable in Uru's presence.

He was beyond sure that regal was keeping a close eye on all of them, there was no need to worry.


Demi could hear the voices fall quieter until all was silent, save for the steady thrum of his core and the sounds of breathing all around.  

[PhiferWolf]

Uru gave a noncommittal huff at the comment. Of course he knew it was a bed, it was just the fact that it was another's bed that was preventing him from diving into it and passing out. It wasn't exactly within him to do something like that. He watched as the boil sat on the bed, taking the blanket into himself creating cocoon on his side of the bed. The foxfires quickly took residence on the furniture with their pack leader, snuffling, and wiggling all over before finding their places to nest and sleep. Cautiously, Uru made a move to the bed, his bare feet touching upon the floor before easing himself onto the edge of the bed. The light shown through the window onto the bed; half of it occupied, the other laid bare except for the demon who sat on its edge. Glancing over his shoulder, he grabbed the spare blanket, pulling it over himself as he laid down - head upon pillow.

Perhaps it was because deep down he needed the company, the sensation of having someone nearby. They were pack-oriented and thus were social in a way that some may see as family and friends. At that moment, after a fortnight of being along - without family and friends, he had someone nearby. It wasn't the same, but it stirred a strange sensation in himself that was oddly comforting. The same sensation when the boil put an assuring hand on his knee. Even now, though his back was to the monster, he still had the same sensation; warmth, comfort, and safety in knowing that, at that moment, he wasn't alone.

With each inhale, he was taking in Damien's scent, the foxfire's gamut of smells. It wasn't exactly foreign but it was different. Uru'baen stared out at the wall, the warmth radiating from his body and those beside him eventually made his lid flutter before closing down over sunburst eyes with a heavy exhale that took burden with it.