|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:08 am
It was dark, as dark as any room could be with the lights of the city pouring through the window. Okay, so maybe it wasn't that dark, but at least the lights in the modest two-bedroom apartment were turned off.
His shirt since discarded (or maybe it was that his pants were the only thing he had bothered to put back on), the large audio strolled from his bedroom, made a very -important- stop at the bathroom, then to the living room couch.
He sat, leaning forward at first, lighter and a fresh back of cigarettes taken from the coffee table. The pack opened, one of the delicious cancer causing sticks in his mouth, the lighter flicked to life, lighting the end before he tossed both the lighter and the pack back on the table.
Deep exhale, Tanaka leaned back, stretching out on the couch, light from the window illuminating his bare chest.
"You're up late."
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:48 am
 He had already claimed his usual place on the couch. That is, sitting on the arm of said couch, knees to his chest, and back resting against the back of the couch. He was small, it was easy for him to fit there comfortably. And hey, usually no one would fight him for 'his spot'.
"It's not like you made it very easy to sleep."
Despite the crack the very hint of a smirk was present under the hood, illuminated by the cigarette that hung out of his own mouth.
Tanaka...was a very interesting roommate. Demy knew it wouldn't last long, and soon enough he'd be wandering to find another place to bum for a while. Maybe he'd go back to bumming with Spence, who knew. But for now the apartment was home, and that came with dealing with Tanaka's choice of entertainment.
Not that he was really complaining afterall.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 8:05 am
"She likes to scream."
His apartment, his rules, b***h could scream all she wanted so long as he got what he wanted. And if it kept his 'roommate' awake? Tough s**t. Heh, as if the dirty little boy had anything to complain about, he probably liked it.
Tanaka stretched, muscles flexing in the dim light, one foot brushing against Demy's tail. (Why yes, yes he -had- done that on purpose). A smirk on his own maw, glancing a the small audio from the corner of his eye.
Tanaka, you are an evil evil man.
"Want a drink?"
He was on his feet, striding to the kitchen, tail flicking behind him. He walked without reserve, no hesitation, oh yeah, he knew he was hot.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 8:11 am
"So I noticed."
Demy grumped, pulling the touched tail up onto the couch arm with him. The fur looked rather bristled...apparently he wasn't quite in the mood to be touched.
Though usually he wasn't. Ever since the whole demonic transformation he'd been a rather moody little shithead anyway.
Now a -drink- he could go for.
"Sure do man."
Though he watched, because if Tanaka was going to make him come and get it then...well ******** him (no not really though). He'd just sit in his place, smoking his cigarette as usual.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 8:32 am
Was that a faint evil laugh trailing behind him? Maybe.
Tanaka made his way through the kitchen, quickly finding two glasses (no, they absolutely were not dirty) and a half full bottle of scotch. He hadn't bothered to turn on the lights, there was no need.
Two glasses poured, he set the bottle on the counter, turned, and carried the glasses back to the living room. Then he was standing in front of Demy, offering the glass.
He stood there for a moment, silent, eying the small audio before finally relinquishing the drink. His own glass in hand, he turned, crushing out his spent cigarette on the table, then stepping to the window.
The lights shone bright outside, reflecting off his white fur. Even at this late hour the city never slept, only when the sun came up would the lights finally fade.
A snort, Tanaka stepped back to the couch, sitting on the end opposite Demy, snatching the cigarettes and lighter from the table. Cigarette lite, he leaned back, one hand behind his head, the other holding his drink.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:11 am
Hrmph, Demy had no idea why Tanaka was eying him. In fact, he didn't really give a s**t. He had booze, he had cigs....okay no wait, his cig was pretty much spent. Damnit. With a slight sigh he flicked it onto an ashtray (at least -he- used it) and watched Tanaka move about the apartment.
God he didn't talk much.
"So.....night's entertainment taken care of, whatcha doing tomorrow man?'
Tanaka was back on the couch, and Demy was eying those cigarettes. He could -so- use another...or ten.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:26 am
Tanaka shrugged.
"Same thing over again I guess."
The giant audio had grown bored with this city, and eventually, like Demy, he would move on as well. Maybe he'd leave tomorrow, next week, next month, who knows. He did what he wanted, went where he wanted. And if that involved alcohol, cigarettes, sex, and bar fights, well that's where he went.
Polishing off his drink in one swing, he placed the empty glass on the table, leaning back again with his head resting against his hands with his feet crossed rather deliberately on the table. Nearly full pack of cigarettes sitting there on the table? Yep. Would he have shared? Maybe, if you ask -really- nice.
"Suppose you'll play at the bar again."
He was so out of place there, Tanaka had to wonder why he hung around.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:42 am
Demy had quickly finished off his own glass, moving enough to manage to set it on the table before falling right back to his normal position on the couch. Hrmph.
"Probably."
At least they let him play, and he got money. Sure, he wasn't really old enough to be there, but nobody needed to know that. It'd be for just a while longer, then he could leave and find somewhere that suited him better.
Though sometimes he pretty much felt as thought the backwater alleys and clubs -were- home for demonic scum like himself. ...Ugh, no need to get into that mindset tonight. There were more important things.
Like that cig for example.
"Can I bum one man?"
He moved an arm just enough to point at the pack with a claw, and turned juuust enough so he could flash Tanaka a toothy grin. Yeah...he was pretty much always bumming cigs and lights.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:55 am
A very deliberate drag on his own cigarette, smoke visibly drifting in Demy's direction. Oh Tanaka was taunting, it was as if he was dangling the coveted smoke on a string in front of him (metaphorically speaking of course).
"Dunno, you still haven't paid me back for the last one."
Oh how relaxed Tanaka looked with his nearly full pack of cigarettes, lighter snapping open in his hand only to flick closed again. He knew just how much Demy wanted that cigarette. The question was, what was he willing to do to get it?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:00 am
ARGHHH. The smoke was RIGHT THERE. It was so close...and yet.
...No. He was not going to beg. No no no no no.
The small Audio crossed his arms and glanced away from Tanaka. ******** it. He wasn't going to bed. He wasn't going to beg. Curse his god damn nicotine addiction. CURSE IT TO HELL.
"Fine, nevermind then..."
Also nevermind the reluctance in his voice. He totally stil wanted that cigarette. He totally still needed that cigarette.
But he was not going to beg...no...no no..........erf.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:09 am
"Alright."
Shrug. And that was the end of the matter, or was it? That wicked smirk said otherwise (god, what had he been taking lessons from XEMNAS?!).
Tanaka stood, collecting the two empty glasses and carrying them to the kitchen. Why yes, yes he -had- left the nearly full pack of cigarettes on the table, very deliberately I might add.
He poured himself another drink, now leaning with his back against the counter, facing the living room. His tail twitched, another drag. Was he -daring- Demy to just take one? Was he really -that- evil. DUH!
I know you want it, how tempting it is to just take one. Oh but you know better, what will you do?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:32 am
Shifty eyes.
They were right there man. It would have been so easy to just steal one. ...But then Tanaka -would know- and that'd be bad.
...Maybe he could steal one and RUN FOR THE DOOR. .....No, Tanaka would totally catch up with him no problem. And if he was going to be running he should just go buy his own god damn cigarettes.
But there was some -right ******** there-. Oh god they were so tempting. He was twitching, trying desperately to hold himself back from ganking the cigs and fleeing like hell.
God. ********. Damnit.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:45 am
"Something wrong?"
Tanaka raised a brow in his best...well, one could not say 'innocent' face as the words innocent and Tanaka did not belong on the same continent let alone the same sentence. So we'll call it is "no, I -really- have no idea what the ******** is wrong with you' face. Yeah, let's go with that.
As if he didn't know, hah. He knew exactly what was wrong, what Demy was thinking. Was it worth it? Did he really want to -steal- a cig? Seriously, of the two, begging was probably the better option. Of course there was always going without, just saying.
By now Tanaka had finished off his cigarette, crushed it in the ashtray on the counter (hey, he used it sometimes), and was now tossing back his drink, all the while never taking his eyes of the smaller audio.
"If there's something you want to say..."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 6:41 pm
"Nothing at all."
Demy dismissed the notion with a wave of his paw. Something wrong? Aha, no. Nothing wrong at all. Nooooothing wrong. Nope. Certainly wasn't a nicotine addict in here just DYING for a cig and not wanting to grab one . Noooope.
"Why, do you have something to say?"
Head lifted, he fixed Tanaka with a brow cocked stare. He knew he liked to torment people (he was often on the receiving end) but come on, this was almost..cruel.
"I'm fine man, seriously.."
Nevermind the sight shake in his form. Nu uh. He was fine.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 6:57 pm
"Nope."
Cruel? Oh but there were far worse things Tanaka could have done, far worse he had done. Not that he wasn't being totally evil and enjoying every minute of it.
"Are you? If you say so."
A shrug, almost painfully casual, as if to say 'alright then, if you don't want it that's all on you'. His drink finished, Tanaka returned the glass to the counter before standing upright to walk back into the living room.
Reaching the table he leaned over, deliberately picking up the pack of cigarettes and the lighter, stuffing them in his pocket, and then walking past, on his way to the bedroom. Well then, since you don't want them I'll just take these with me.
Better catch him quick!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
