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 Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2020 10:22 am
Thick fabric was a detriment to him in more ways than one. It protected his target, and his brittle nails cracked against the resistance. They splintered when met with hard buttons and firm stitching. Calaverite remained woefully ignorant to this as he scrabbled for purchase against Wolframite's uniform.
"And you threatened me and wanted to let the youma eat me, and- And you twisted my arm."
The last was said in a low snarl, and it occurred to Cala that that was probably the moment when he'd felt on some instinctual level the buzz of a switch flicking on. Something had clicked just so to make him feel justified in attacking. He hadn't been the one to cause the hurt first, and he didn't even need to be the one to cause it last. But he did want it to be there between them: the thought that Wolframite wasn't the only one who could strike.
His wide, dilated eyes followed Wolframite's coat as it slid from his shoulders and was discarded on the floor nearby. He tipped his head at the garment, and then looked back to the other man with a suspicious but still inquisitive expression.
Wolframite didn't behave like most people Cala was used to.
He slid the pad of a finger down the line of dark buttons presented to him. Confusion tempered a lot of the upset still festering in him, but Calaverite did still want to feel like he'd done something, like he'd accomplished what he wanted to do. He jerked hard at the collar of Wolframite's shirt, making the first three buttons snap off and revealing a swatch of pale, scarred skin underneath. Wolframite was already covered in marks.
When Cala touched the sharper side-edge of one of his nails to the agent's chest, it didn't feel like he was adding much as he pulled down, leaving an angry black line along otherwise pale skin.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2020 11:20 am
"You hate how I viewed you. What I thought about you to mislabel you. I thought you said you didn't care about me. About what I thought or felt. You are not going to creep around other people's feelings even if it makes them upset or sad. You care about yourself. Right? If I follow your view on things, should I care about you? Your thoughts? Your feelings? If you are mad or sad right now? If I hurt you it's not my concern, right?"
He did not flinch as he was cut. It was a warm heat he welcomed.
"You were so angry. Why hold back on hurting me right now?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2020 11:55 am
Cala's eyes were intense as he focused on the thin dark line on Wolframite's chest. It was shallow, with tiny beads of blood blooming in scattered intervals. Why, why? Doggies didn't bleed black, Calaverite knew. A trick? A deception? He smeared his finger roughly over the scratch, using the pressure to pull at the skin and rip deeper.
"I don't care about you," Calaverite replied disaffectedly, giving his shoulders a little shrug as he scraped his nail over the scratch, drawing the blood down, down over the curve of Wolframite's pecs. "If you want to let the youma eat you, that doesn't bother me. If you're mad, it's not my job to do anything about it. If you think things- Well, I can't read your thoughts, anyway." What could he do? He made little circles with his finger, lip poking out between his teeth as he smudged droplets of blood over the other man's chest.
Then he paused, and a coy sort of smile crept onto his face. "I can be mad when you hurt me, though. I think most people are mad when someone else hurts them. You were too. You kicked me. And punched me."
His gaze wandered up lazily, back to the perky, fluffy ears on Wolframite's head. They were very close now, with the agent sitting atop him. And Cala had liked them. He liked cute and fluffy and soft things. He reached again, uninhibited even by previous events and rubbed a thumb along the outer edge of one of Wolframite's ears, lazily slow, deliberate. Something like amusement made his mauvy eyes sparkle.
The expression twisted, teeth showing in a delirious smile as the hand on Wolframite's ear and in his hair tightened, cinching back so Cala could hum out a delighted trill against Wolframite's neck, "I'm not holding back."
He curled his other fist and threw hard at the agent's face, smashing his weight forward into the other man, cackling in glee as if he'd won something.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2020 5:05 am
His ears tried to turn back when they were touched, and he knew they were not the welcomed touches he often wanted for his ears. Someone to play with them in ways Laven often did. Ways that made his eyes close and want to sleep deep. His body tried not to tense but did as his ear was gripped aggressively and yanked, pulling at his scalp and fur as it head snapped to one side.
The look of glee on the other's face was not scary to him. It showed a thrill for violence, for spite, for wanting blood for blood.
The senshi was petty. He didn't want to bother himself with the complications of other people which made him a terrible partner and would be a even worse leader - though he doubted Cala would put himself in such a position. He was a singular entity having a rely on others without wanting to admit it or show it. A only child throwing a tantrum that he had to play nice with others.
The punch hit clean into his jawline and cheek, and he rolled with it as the weight shifted him with the force, Cala being thrown forward, propelled by the punch. Wolframite rolled back, but then followed by rolling to his back and then throwing his hip and legs out, bucking Cala forward further. Away from him.
Wolframite didn't touch the hit. He'd heal. This wouldn't kill him.
He watched him, lifting one of his hands up to lick the claws slowly. "Are you done?" He asked.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2020 12:19 pm
Calaverite didn't think to expect anything. He knew what he wanted, and what came after or because of that wasn't of any great relevance to him. He knew to be excited and pleased with himself when his fist cracked into Wolframite's jaw, no matter how the force of it sent a radiating burn up his arm. The agent toppled back, and Cala's momentum kept him moving with the punch so that when Wolframite threw him off, Cala slid forward across the ground on his side, rolling into a low crouch as his attention swiveled raptly back to the other man.
His red eyes were alight with glee, teeth flashing triumphantly. They hadn't shared many moments, but Calaverite was starting to get the sense that whenever he touched, Wolframite touched back with matching force. His gaze followed the agent's movements.
"Yes," he replied, still grinning. "Are you? Is it what you wanted?"
Wolfrmaite had said he wanted Cala to hurt him, and Calaverite was more than eager to do just that after the aggressive way the agent had introduced himself. And though he had been irate by the misunderstanding, there was still a sort of thrill to getting to know each other this way. There weren't a lot of people patient enough to deal with Calaverite's erratic moods and behaviors.
But they had met for a purpose. Cala rose to his feet, folding his bony arms behind his back as he rocked forward onto the balls of his feet.
"Will you take me to the Rift now?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2020 6:37 pm
For some people, the excitement and joy from a moment was evident in their face. Wolframite had another tell.
Tail wagging, he grinned back at Calaverite, naturally bright eyes fixed on him as he rolled over into a crouch to face him. "If you are, then I am." He said, wondering if the agent would feel dissatisfied with the briefness of the moment and continue their squabble. Either way, he was up for it, and now that they started, he was rather hopeful it would continue.
But then where would that take them? Bleeding and tired on the floor - which honestly sounded rather nice right now.
"I can take you." He said, and watching Calaverite for any movement of an attach, he slowly stood up and adjusted his coat. The tail however was till moving fast.
"It's just this way." He pointed out, waiting for him to follow.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2020 5:46 am
"Hmmm..." Calaverite considered Wolframite's statement for a long moment, rolling his shoulders as he thought it over. 'If he was satisfied.' Cala didn't inherently seek out physical confrontation, but when it found him, his ultimate goal was really just to make sure no one mistakenly believed he would be content to sit by and be mishandled. There was still something dissatisfying about this agent in the back of his mind, where it didn't feel like Cala had expressed enough to make Wolframite understand what he wanted...
But it wasn't the offense he'd had when they first introduced themselves, and even the agent didn't seem as snappish as he had a few minutes ago. His teeth flashed in a grin, and his tail wagged.
Cala's eyes immediately riveted there, widening just slightly as his head tipped to the side. Wolframite's tail wagged!
Like a real doggy.
Any other aggression fizzled out immediately as Calaverite moved to follow after the other man, bouncing forward on the balls of his feet so he could crane over Wolframite's waving tail and bat at it any time it swung nearer to him. How could Wolframite be mad about being a doggy when he had a cute, fluffy tail to wag? Maybe there would be cute things to see in the Rift too. "I hope it's nice there," Calaverite said as he trailed after the agent. "Maybe those youma will like me."
He might have even thought this youma liked him, even if it was bitey and clawy. The prospects seemed good, and he was so excited for the chance to go and see the Rift together with Doggy.
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