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So they were dating now. Officially, exclusively dating. It still sounded odd to Seiji, but whatever, he was happy. Prom had been fun, and he could only assume Sarias had enjoyed herself. There had been obvious complaints, but nothing he hadn't been expecting. Nothing that wasn't usual for the banshee ghoul. They'd never made it to the after party, but Seiji wasn't complaining. What they'd ended up doing was fun too.

Currently the ghost boil was lounging in the overstuffed easy chair that took up a large portion of his main dorm room. Once upon a time it'd sat almost in the middle of the room, but very recently the boil had done some rearranging. Now it was tucked in the corner near the bedroom door, The tv had been moved to the opposite wall on top of the long dresser. This left more space for his drums and computer desk. It was a nice change.

A scareon was asleep on Seiji's lap, and he was petting her absently as he watched the usual pre-movie trailers that played at the beginning of any dvd. They were doing little to hold his attention.

Instead he was wondering what a certain blue haired banshee was up to, and after a minute or two he fished his phone out of his pocket and tapped out a text to the ghoul.

His phone buzzed, and pointed teeth caught the light in a grin as he checked the answering message. That had been easier then expected, Quicker too, as a knock sounded against his door. Setting the phone down, the ghost picked the scareon up carefully and deposited her in his desk chair before crossing to the door to open it. As much as he'd known what to expect, the ghoul still got a quirked brow and a up tilt of lips in a surprised, considering sort of smile as he took in the jumper. "That's cute."

He wasn't one to talk, not in his old running shorts and very little else. Hey, it was comfortable, and he was staying in. It was a wonder if was even wearing that much. Probably because he'd gone out running that morning, and never bothered to change after.

With an impish sort of grin the jikininki stepped aside for her. Head tilting gently as he took in her hair. Wet, it wasn't half so wild, and as she passed he'd reach out to slip his fingers through the damp ends of it before circling his arms around the ghoul from behind. Burying his face against that wet hair as he held her against him. "You have no idea how bored I was." His arms tightened, squeezing gently before loosening until only his hands rested on his hips. "But things a looking up now."

In the corner the trailers had finished playing and the beginning credits were beginning to roll. There was blood, mechanical gears, and very suspenseful music. The boil lifted his head enough to see the tv, then turned so he could speak with his lips pressed against the hair covering her ear. "Have to seen the one about the demon barber?"

"Lazy?" The boil scoffed. "I should take you running with me some morning, then we'll see how lazy you think I am." The words were defensivem the tone wasn't. He was smirking as she pressed back against him, pressing his temple into the side of her head as her attention fell on the TV in the corner and what was flashing across the screen. He supposed based on the level of blood and the rise and fall of the music that it could come off as a slasher. of course, it kind of was, in a way. Just not the way she was thinking. So he shrugged at her questions when she turned in his arms to glance at him.

He could feel her attention slipping from him and focusing exclusively on the singing men on the screen, and it just made him chuckle as she pulled him along to the old recliner and pushed him down on it so she could climb into his lap and distractedly arrange herself comfortably. He felt like a piece of furniture for a moment, albeit a very lucky piece of furniture.

Quite content with this arrangement, Seiji looped an arm around the banshee's back, drawing her closer against him, then kicked the foot rest up and settled in for the duration. He hadn't picked this movie with her in mind, having already had it in when he'd texted her, but really was right up the ghoul's alley. All macabre elegance and blood shed.

He'd already seen it, a few times, so while she was intranced by the singing, he hummed along quitely under his breath as the barber and the sailor parted ways and it moved along into a rather twissted solo.

While Sarias watched the movie, Seiji watched her, amused and endeared by just how much she was enjoying it. Honestly, if he'd had any idea she'd be so enthralled by it, he'd have watched it with her before now. Movies weren't usually her thing, but maybe after this he'd have an easy time getting her to watch them with him. He actually had another in mind he was fairly certain she'd like. It followed a similar theme. Well.. it was quirky and gory.

His head tilted as she pulled her hair up, dark lips twitching into an appreciative smile. Lovett's signiture style looked quite lovely on the banshee. If he wasn't certain she'd just shush him he'd say as much. Instead he stroked a finger along the inside of her wrist when her hand was close enough to do so. Her whisps were raising goosebumps along his arms where they ghosted along his skin. It was distracting, but not in an unwelcome way. He'd seen the movie enough to know what was going on without seeing the screen, so he let his attention wander as he hummed along to the songs. Glowing eyes following the movement of one of the ghoul's whisps before sliding up long legs.

The sudden question actually startled him, and he snapped his attention up from her shapely calves to focus on her face, a somewhat sheepish grin spreading on his face. "What? Oh. Um." He glanced at the tv, lips twitching thoughtfully. "I'm not sure. Maybe?" His tone was hopeful, but he shrugged. "Nice to think so, though." He shifted, adjusting her on his lap so he could curl his arm around her hip. "And I think you'd have to contact the studio that made the film if you wanted any humans they might possibly have." Leaning in he lay a kiss on her shoulder, then settled back in the chair again. Enjoying the brush of her nails along the back of his scalp.

Seiji had fallen into the comfortable calm afforded by the movie as well. Sarias fingers were trailing through his hair, nails tickling and tapping against her scalp, and he traced the blunt tips of his own fingers along the soft skin of her inner wrist. He too could have sat there indefinitely, content with the ghoul that was perched on his lap, but the happy little scene shattered as the barber met his end at the hands of the boy. The jikininki blinked as Sarias shrieked and threw herself forward to kneel on the floor, and his immediate assumption was that something worst had happened then mere disappointment at the death of a liked character.

He was on his feet again as the ghoul began shaking his tv and a grimace showed before she turned to point a dramatic finger in his direction and handsome features showed incredulous surprise, brows lofted. Then the banshee was rising up again, screaming into her hands before once again dropping to the floor like a stone. "Hey, Screechheart." The boil lsank down to take a seat on the rug beside her, and her reached out to pull her into his lap, cradling her against his chest, hugging her tightly to him.

Cool lips found the side of her face, and he pressed his cheek to her's as a soft chuckle rolled up and over his tongue. "Babyghoul, what happens to humans when they die?" He knew she knew the answer to that question., They both did, intimately. "Specially humans that are unique, or different. They rise up, right?" Black fingers brushed a curl from her eyes, tucking it gently behind her ear. "Either undead or ghosts."

He didn't honestly think the demon barber of Fleet Street was walking around somewhere in their world with silver blades up his sleeves. It was a movie, the people and events weren't real.

By the soft smile the boil didn't seem terribly phased by her unexpected outburst. She was a banshee, he'd known what he was getting into with the ghoul. If the way he touched her chin, tipping her head so he could claim her lips in a kiss was any real indicator, his ghoulfriend didn't have anything to worry about. She was spirited, beautiful, boisterous. he didn't stand a chance.

Well that was a quick turn around. Not that Seiji was complaining as soft, cool lips peppered against grey skin. In fact, said sudden out pour of affection was suitably distracting enough that he wasn't really paying attention to her speculations on their former lives. Least not til she was pushing a pale hand into his chest to force him down against the rug. Hands coming to settle on the swell of her hips, he grinned up at her, sharp teeth catching the light. "That sounds an awful lot to what our arrangement is like now, beauty." Jab at his ex was pointedly ignored, preferring to keep on their current track of conversation rather then sidetracking off on any lengthy rants the banshee was keen to falling into.

Those affectionate tendrils had taken just a little while to get used to, but they were just one more piece of the girl he was so terribly attracted to. They wandered, drawing goosebumps over chilled skin until ghoul was leaning over him for a kiss that had strong arms moving to wrap around her, pressing her down against his chest only to grunt in disappointment when she drew back enough to flick her tongue against his nose.

A frown had set in, but as she praised him he couldn't help the smug slid of dark lips. She acted so tough, so incredibly untouchable, but he had her number. Knew the effect he had on her, how deeply he'd burrowed beneath her skin. But he let her play her games, because she loved the sense of power, and because he loved to make her happy.

Strong fingers moved along her back, sliding up beneath bright curls to knead along cool flesh. "Would you accept the protagonist dying if it was exceptionally bloody?" His head lifted off the ground so he could lay a string of slow kisses along the length of her throat. "It's about harvesting organs." Another musical, but Sarias seemed to be just fine with the singing elements.

Relaxing back against the rug, the boil drew his legs up, one hand coming around to tuck a curl behind the shell of her ear as he gazed up at her, smile soft. Adoring. "Have I told you today how beautiful you are?"

The boil could only smile at the insulting praise, as she leaned over him and all those curls slid over her shoulder and around the both of them to thrust them into their own little world. A world that was cool, and smelled strongly of grave moss and night sky. When her hand came up to smooth along his cheek he'd turn into it, kiss pressed to her palm, before she was pinching his cheek and drawing a soft, protesting grunt from between dark lips.

He was smiling when she let him go though, an almost devious grin as she attempted to rattle him. On an intellectual level he knew she didn't really mean what she was saying, that she just enjoyed baiting him, but Jack be damned his he didn't love the game himself.

One hand moved from her hip, sliding up to her shoulder, pausing there so stronger fingers could tense, dimpling porcelain flesh before drifting inward until he had a loose hold around that slender throat. "If I'm so weak," he countered, glowing eyes casting red shadows against his cheeks in the dark cave of her hair. "Why are you here?" His fingers tightened enough to give the illusion of power, just a taste of that impressive strength, as he used that hold on her to draw her down to him.

She could have resisted him, if she wanted, it would have just put strain on her neck, her shoulders, and her arm. The jikininki knew what pushed the banshee's buttons, and loved her all the more for it. She fit him, his tastes, his preferences, everything. "Oh wait," he mused, flashing sharp teeth as he smirked. Gaze utterly sure. "I remember..."

He kept pulling on her until she lay against his chest and he could claim those deadly red lips for a a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. Feeding at her mouth as if she were air and he actually needed to breath. There was nothing gentle about it, but Sarias didn't want him gentle.