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▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Rigel 'Jax' Falkov Dragonkin
❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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I'm feeling: Confused | I'm with: Zara | I'm wearing: Casual | I have feelings for: No One | I have: $1000


(Not so) Little Rigel was still terribly confused with her getup. Is this some kind of trend among women as of late? Wearing lingerie out in the open? That is lingerie, isn’t it? Rigel blinked a couple of times, this time, actually catching a glimpse of her annoyance instead of being a dense idiot like he is most of the time though it seems, her demeanor took a small shift. She came off a little more.. sensual. When she walked over, Rigel braced himself for another painful impact of her tiny fist. Should she hit him again, he wouldn’t be all too surprised if his shoulders were to be dislocated. ”D-don’t hit me-!” he whined and ducked away, and thankfully, it seems the Great Almighty is on his side this time around. He’d heave a sigh of relief, but with this time bomb next to him, it seems a little too soon to relax just yet. The distance between them were fairly close, but as a person with little to no sense of personal space, he didn’t really care. Of course, with Rigel’s memory that only lasts three seconds, he was quick to shoot his bullets once again.

”Aren’t you cold at all? You shouldn’t display your body like that. There are perverts around-” and he’d glance at the men who snuck a couple of glances at her. Then again, there were people who dressed alike her around. Is she.. working here? ”They allow minors to work here?!” he exclaimed. Fifteen year olds are allowed to work in places like these? Rigel eyed her one more time, this time, taking in the outfit she was wearing. He felt his cheeks flush and he’d quickly turn away, unwilling to let his gaze linger around for too long. Instead, he’d simply shut his eyes. ”That is too little fabric-” he whined, instinctively taking off his coat and putting it around her instead before he opened his eyes. He felt a little less guilty that way. If anything, he was a man, too, no matter how dense he may be.

”I like your tie by the way...” and with the small change of subject, his mood took an immediate turn. ”Really? I like my tie, too!” he stated in a cheerful manner, as if he seemed proud of his fashion choice, even if it was a mere simply black tie. His golden orb flicked in her direction once more when she spoke, picking up upon the amusement that flickered across her features. Amusement? No, that can’t be. He turned and took another sip of his wine, until she mentioned ‘sex’ in which, he’d choke once again. ”S-sex??” he stuttered, almost surprised that she spoke such things aloud with no shame at all. Rigel is not a prude, but if there was any way to describe his behaviour, he’s simply.. A prude. A very large prude. As if he seemed a little unwilling to admit that he’s someone who’d fluster over hearing the word ‘sex’, he’d clear his throat and turn his head in her direction. ”Can’t I have some good time of my own?” he murmured, tilting her chin upwards by his index finger but it seems, the warmth that clouded his cheeks came a little too soon and as if nothing had happened before, Rigel quickly retreated and ducked his head into his shoulders. ”I-I can’t-..!” he sounded his disapproval. ”I just wanted to get a drink and this is closest to where I live- honestly!” he quietly sipped upon his drink, unwilling to cast his glance in another direction but in the end, curiosity got the best of him, and he’d turn towards Zara once more.

”Hey, why do ladies dress like you? They won’t stop touching me when I came in-.. What is this place?”

▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Rigel 'Jax' Falkov Dragonkin
❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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I'm feeling: Confused | I'm with: Zara | I'm wearing: Casual | I have feelings for: No One | I have: $1000


It seens a little odd hearing her speak in such a.. nornal manner. She wasn’t screaming, yelling, neither was she throwing punches at him. She wasn’t attacking him in general which was enough to make Rigel feel a little weirded out. However, he was terribly thankful though. He’d turn his head, and he’d feel her petite hands against his shoulders while her laugh resonated within his ears. Laugh? He’d simply appear confuse. The man wondered if she was even capable of laughing until he saw it with his own eyes, that is.

”You know, you should laugh instead of throwing punches at me. I like you better this way.” countered the man, rather unamused by her actions a few days back. Even up until now, he’s still unable to figure out why exactly he was hit. It wasn’t cold, it seems, and now that he’s paid extra attention to his surroundings, it seems the woman was right. He supposed it was just the right temperature for him, not too warm, not too cold. ”The temperature feels fine really. Maybe I’m just used to wearing stuff like these.” his clothes hardly consists of t shirts and if anything, they were mostly filled with dress shirts and suits. With musical performances often held by his family, it was only natural for him to dress in this sort of manner every now and then. ”Dummy? I’m prettt smart you know? I’m a top student.” Rigel only hears what he wants to hear and the rest of her sentences wouls be tuned out completely. He’s been called dumb quite an amount of times and he felt the need to clarify his intelligence. He wasn’t stupid. He just wasn’t exactly good at showing it.

He’d feel her hand upon his lap, and he’d simply stare at it, completely unaware that he was being used to keep other men at bay. Not that he minded much to begin with, he had been used as a pretend partner all his life. However, instead of ignoring it like he initially did, he’d point at her hand, ”Miss, I think you dropped your hand.” he stated, and he prayed hard that whatever he said, he wouldn’t receive a beating in return but it seems, she wasn’t planning on doing so anytime soon given how she found his behaviour rather.. funny? ”What are you laughing about? Did I say something?” he asked, once again, terribly confused by her reaction. He knew he behaved fairly idiotic at times, it was something he can’t help but this time, he was pretty sure he spoke in a socially acceptable manner.

”Stare? I was often told not to stare but I mean no harm, really- I just stare at things I’ve never quite seen before-” in other words, he wasn’t staring at the dancer’s body in any inappropriate manner, he was simply taking in the sight of something new, like a child seeing a sanitary pad for the first time(?). ”It’s not like I’m staring at their bodies or anything. I just like looking at their hair. I’m a hairdresser, you see. Believe it or not, hair speaks a lot in first impressions.” he stated, sounding rather stern when it came to hairdressing. It was his job and he had been very passionate about it since he was six or seven. He quietly sipped on his drink, letting it linger upon his tongue before he swallowed it and downed the rest of its contents. However, when she spoke again.. ”Dance? What kind of dance is that? Wow, you must be talented. I’m not musically inclined at all-” he paused, letting her words settle within his mind. Exposure? She sounded strange, and once he took in what she meant, he’d flush red and shook his head as hard as he could. ”Oh, no, no! I don’t look at other women! I mean, you’re pretty and all but-..” he stuttered, finding it embarrassing and surprised how she could spout such words with ease when he’d falter even over mere words alone. It was then, he remembered what he had to say, and guilt would surface upon his features. ”O-oh! I was looking for you when that event ended, but I’m glad I ran into you now- I wanted to tell you something- Um-” he fiddled with his gloves while his eyes darted about, unable to find the right words to say. He wasn’t used to things like these, not at all.

”I-I-.. I’m sorry for shooting you earlier-! I didn’t mean to, really! It was an accident! I don’t hit women!” he panicked, clasping his hands together in hopes for her forgiveness but his genuine attempt was soon ruined by the words he spoke next. ”I forgive me, so you can forgive me, too!” countered the man, as he called for two glass’ of red wine, handing one to her, and the other, for himself. ”Drink’s on me- I’m sorry, really- so please don’t punch me, it’s really painful-”

▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Rigel 'Jax' Falkov Dragonkin
❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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I'm feeling: Confused | I'm with: Zara | I'm wearing: Casual | I have feelings for: No One | I have: $1000


”I wasn’t awful! You were being so mean! I was just trying to help you.” he huffed and puffed, obviously unamused with her accusation. He didn’t do anything wrong. She looked like a lost child, and with her ripped jeans he simply assumed she was homeless. Who wears torn jeans? Isn’t she cold at all? But of course, his dissatisfaction was only short-lived and his smile soon returned to his lips. His gaze would dart towards the few men who’d look at Zara, but he wouldn’t be ‘aware’ enough to know that they harboured ill intent. Rigel was simply.. too innocent to think of such things. Many might think he’s simply impotent but he honestly isn’t. He’s simply a little slow when it came to things that involve any sort of feelings or sexual activities. Or rather, he simply didn’t get it at all. Not unless he’s in love with someone. It’s always only then that he’d be a little less dense. A little less.. stupid.

”Smartass.” her eyebrows furrowed but it seems it, too, was shortlived when her chuckle would soon escape her lips. Rigel was rather surprised at the light impact upon his thigh but he had finally relaxed when he finally decided that her tiny fists of fury wouldn’t land upon him any time soon. However, when he’d recall the image he saw earlier at the event, he’d eye her with curiosity. ”Hey-.. That guy lifted you as well why didn’t you punch him, too. That’s not very fair-” or perhaps he simply did not witness it soon enough before he was dragged off by his teammate. Then again, it’s not as if it bothered him in any way. He had gotten used to being everyone’s punching bag and somehow, he’d start feeling a little strange if everyone started treating him so nicely. He shrugged, deciding that it wasn’t something worth asking. When she spoke once again, his eyes would widen in surprise, not because she said she liked the way he was being tonight, but because he was addressed as.. ‘cute’. He immediately protested, ”Cute..? Cute??? That’s not right! You can’t call a guy cute-” he whined, half frustrated and half delighted over her ‘compliment’. And of course, the latter half won out but it seems his mind wasn’t able to process his emotions quick enough, which resulted in a rather frustrated sounding ”Thank you!” He paused quick enough, noticing that his voice sounded rather strange, and once again, he’d repeat his sentence. ”I mean- thank you!” answered Rigel. She sounded much, much softer compared to earlier, and few days before and he was surprised she had such a side to her. He had assumed yelling and threatening others was her way of speaking to other people but it seems he was wrong. Maybe she wasn’t so terrifying after all? ”You’re pretty pleasant when you’re not screaming at me-” he stated as a goofy grin tugged against the corner of his lips.

He appeared even more confused when his companion, too, had shown confusion upon her own features. He’d nod at her first set of words, but when the following came, his expressions would deadpan, and he’d feel terribly awkward. And feeling awkward wasn’t exactly something he felt all too often. ”N-no! I’m not a virgin! I have a wife!” he paused, and his eyes would look upwards when he gave his words another thought. ”I mean, I had a wife. Yeah-” he gave her his final answer. He wasn’t interested in looking at a woman’s naked body even though out of a normal reaction, he’d take notice of their bodies first. He’s simply too preoccupied by their hair to pay attention to anything else and when the woman questioned him regarding his first impression of her, he was quick to answer with ”High maintenance. You’re pretty high status, too, considering how healthy your skin and hair are. You act like a baby but overall you left a pretty good impression. I like people who take care of their hair!” it takes quite a lot to give proper care to a p erson’s hair, and it was no doubt, with how soft her hair was (when he took hold of her hair a couple days back), her platinum blonde tresses were very well taken care of. However, he’d reach forth and disturb the curls of hair hair that fell in front of her eye. ”You shouldn’t leave that in a solid curl. It’ll look stiff.” his voice was stern, almost as if he was about to lecture an assistant for making a mistake. He’d pull away and take in the sight of her hairstyle, and it was only then his demeanor took a shift, and he would once again grin from ear to ear. Her hair was the first thing that caught his attention, and he supposed if they weren’t as silky, he wouldn’t have noticed her, or he would have simply brushed her off as ‘just another shopper’.

”Dirty dancing?! Why would you dirty dance? Won’t people start touching you? You shouldn’t let people touch you. You’re a lady. Your body’s important, y’know?” and although it may not seem like it, he once worked in a host club and the whole ‘touching’ ordeal wasn’t exactly his kind of thing. He only wanted a part time job, and the way they described it, he only has to talk to people and spend time with customers but little did he know, it was some sort of host club. He shuddered at the memory and quickly sipped on his drink, until she started to tease him once again. He didn’t quite pick up on her ‘tease’ though, and instead, he’d shoot her with a brutally honest and nerve wrecking answer. ”Hm? Yeah, you’re pretty!” but that wasn’t it, ”I think everyone’s pretty. I think the bartender’s pretty, too-” and he’d lock eyes with the bartender who appeared much more confused than intended. ”I mean- if his hair isn’t so dry and tacky. Yeah, he’d be pretty.” he answered. One of his many peeves were people who didn’t take proper care of their hair, and he’d feel terribly tempted to just snip their hair off their heads. How undeserving and when she’d allow him to stare at her a little more often, he’d counter her words, ”But I don’t want to. You’ll hit me.”

And as confused as she appeared to be, when she finally understood what he meant, she’d start laughing and once again tell him that he’s cute. Cute. It still felt a little strange but it wasn’t anything that bothered him too much. Every compliment is good compliment, he supposed though he wasn’t exactly sure how he’d react if he’s called pretty.

”But you yelled at me and you looked like you were going to bite my head off-” he complained, but when she accepted his drink, all is good and long forgotten, as if he hadn’t said anything at all. And when the store incident was brought up, Rigel would once again appear confused. ”Did I say something to offend you? Was it because I took your tomatoes- I-I ate them already, I’m sorry- but I still have strawberries though-”

▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Rigel 'Jax' Falkov Dragonkin
❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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I'm feeling: Confused | I'm with: Zara | I'm wearing: Casual | I have feelings for: No One | I have: $1000


"But you just look like you were-.. uh-" he paused, taking a quick glance at her hands, then back at her and he'd fall silent, as if he finally understood he should watch what he says around her. Her fists may be small but the force it holds doesn't seem to match it at all. What is she? Hulk? He'd pout and turn away as he fixed his attention on the wine glass in front of him. Even Camil had told him to apologize over that incident, but even up until now, Rigel had been a little.. too dense to understand what he did wrong. "I did hit him. He deserved to be hit. Just as you had." he shook his head almost immediately, "I did not deserve to be hit-" he whined. Or perhaps he did.. "At least not so many times.." he sipped his drink, careful as to not have one too many. He had to drive uphill after all. The last thing he needed was to drive off a cliff.

She'd smile as he grumbled on, and he'd once again find himself in a state of confusion though it was quick to disappear when he found himself in the safe zone once more. She was smiling a lot more tonight, unlike in the earlier afternoon. Rigel turned away and snickered uncontrollably over how she had been used as a human shield, and he'd bring the wine glass to his lips in attempt to stop his own laughter.

"Precious..."
"...huh? Did you say something?" he asked but before he could get an answer, his attention was diverted elsewhere and what he asked earlier had long been forgotten. "..aren't you always upset? That's still not fair-" with his way of speaking, he'd probably never be all too safe around her. Or anyone, for that subject matter. As smart as he may be, he's never too smart in certain areas. Social interactions, he supposed. Then again, his boss always liked how straightforward Rigel is, and though he might feel upset over how the young man points out his flaws, he'd still take it into consideration and make some changes to his work. For all he knew, he was taught to be honest and perhaps, he took it the wrong way and came out a little too.. brutally honest. Wife, she mentioned, and instinctively, he tensed up. Oh, that's right. He mentioned he had a wife earlier, hadn't he? Rigel simply nodded and lifted his left hand, showing her the wedding ring upon his ring finger. "Yeah. Wife." and he left it at that without further elaboration. He supposed there was no need to spread his wife's ugly suicide news around though he anyone were to ask for the reason, he'd still tell them nonetheless.

He felt the bitterness lingering within his chest and he'd empty the rest of his glass' contents. Nine months, was it? He seemed melancholic for a split second, until Zara had managed to catch his attention once more. "Men love it that way. It's... Suggestive." Suggestive? Really? Rigel would simply think it's a shame such beautiful hair would turn into a mess but it seems it was the other way around for other men. Perhaps he was just abnormal. That seems to be the case when he's compared to most. "Really? Is.. sex all a man can think about?" he asked. Aren't there better things to do that playing with their own.. thing?? He eyed her, wondering if it was comfortable allowing herself to be fantasized in such a.. vulgar manner. Then again, it was her job and Rigel wasn't here to talk her out of it.

"Nobody touches me without my permission." he jolted and pulled his hand away. He touched her hair earlier, hasn't he? Rigel made a mental note to remember that. It was then, a bulb lit up within his mind, and he'd exclaim almost immediately. "Oh.. that's right! I remember now! Your name is Zara! I knew it was something really fiesty-" he grinned from ear to ear, as if he was proud to recall a name. Then again, it took him months to remember someone's name on a normal occasion. If not, he can always go around addressing her as 'hobbit'. She seemed like one, after all but it seems, according to their previous meeting, she didn't really like having her height pointed out. When the woman would point out the reason why he was hit, he'd start protesting once more. "You kept punching me- I had to pick you up to stop you- I had no other choice!" he cried out, but of course, somewhere in between, there was another reason for doing such a thing. "..and you remind me of my tiny siblings. That's all-" he murmured, ducking his head into his shoulders. If she was going to hit him, then so be it. Just not too hard.

His surroundings were starting to turn a little warmer, and he'd start rolling his sleeves up and loosening his tie just ever so slightly. It seems, Zara wasn't too fond of him calling other people pretty, too and she certainly wasn't pleased when he'd call the bartender pretty. He didn't say anything wrong, did he? It was then, Zara exclaimed and gave him a slap on the shoulder. Rigel on the other hand, could only watch helplessly as her frown deepened. Rude? What did he say? All he did was point out his less than.. healthy hair. "..but he does have unhealthy hair.." rubbing his shoulder, he gave a frustrated pout, obviously finding unfairness within this situation though when she promised not to hit him anymore, his smile returned in a split second and he'd nod enthusiastically. That was perhaps the best news he's received ever since he moved to Soleil. "I think you're being very nice right now. You should do that a lot more often- though if you could tone down just a little on your yelling.." he laughed, as he called for another drink. A martini, this time around, and he'd gesture for her to order a drink, if she wanted. Everything is on him, after all.

She'd soon point out his shortcomings, and he'd come to realization just what she meant by 'what he did wrong'. "Oh.." he answered, taking his time to think through what he said a couple of days back, or what he said earlier. He was simply being honest, isn't he? "Yeah, people tell me that pretty often-" he rubbed his head absentmindedly, completely unsure of how he should change that, though with her, he seemed to be just a little more careful with his words than he usually is. "I guess my mouth moves faster than my brain does- I can't seem to control that part-" he paused, "..and I can't sugarcoat words very much- It makes me feel uncomfortable-" he paused, wondering just what he should do, until a bulb lit up once more, and he'd answer with a, "Maybe I'll just stay quiet?" Then again, not being able to speak sounded so.. depressing. His shoulders slumped and he'd take the newly arrived glass of martini in hand, appearing defeated over his rather.. sharp tongue.

▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Rigel 'Jax' Falkov Dragonkin
❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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I'm feeling: Confused | I'm with: Zara | I'm wearing: Casual | I have feelings for: No One | I have: $1000


”Precious. I think you’re precious.”

That, it didn’t take him long to understand at all. A light shade of pink dusted his cheeks and he’d rub his head in an awkward manner, small chuckles escaping his lips. ”Really? Wow.. Gee, thanks! You’re the first person to tell me that!” he laughed, smiling from ear to ear over the compliment he received though he wasn’t quite sure why she told him such a thing. No one had said he was precious. If anything, they’d call him an idiot, or simply just.. dense. Rigel didn’t think he’d be called ‘precious’. His siblings seem even more deserving of that title. They were such angels. Not when they’re fighting him over food, of course. ”Well, if I’m precious then.. you’re precious, too!” he added, fiddling the empty wine glass in his hand. His martini can wait for later. There was no need to down everything in one go, after all. He’d glance over when he detected the faintest of movement, and he’d catch her taking a seat on the bar stool next to him. Sex isn’t what men think of all day, it seems. Her statements seem to contradict the things he’s heard in the past.

”Is sex the only thing you think about all day?!” was the most frequently used sentence. Those words were not directed towards him but instead, towards some of his friends, and of course, some stranger’s quarel. A couple’s fight, perhaps. That seems to be what women complain about when he worked at the host club. Then again, it’s not as if men were the only sexual creatures. Women seem to think about such things pretty often too, based off how his customers had pretty much told it to his face when he failed to pick up on their hints. And here he is, wondering just how he managed to keep his job for three years straight without getting fired. ”I guess my mind just doesn’t work that way-” he doesn’t think of it too often. Rarely, in his case though of course, as a normal human being, it does happen. ”I'm sure you're not so innocent. I'm sure you've had your days." and he has. Just not in these tyoe of places, not with strangers. He shrugged, still finding this topic a little strange to speak of. He’d usually be the first to run off whenever his friends spoke of sex. ”Well- I don’t lie so- yeah, I have my days..” he murmured, taking hold of his glass of martini. It felt a little embarrassing admitting such things but with the alcohol in his system, he could feel the tension leaving his muscles, and just ever so slightly, he’d feel a little less.. awkward speaking of such a topic. ”Just not with people I don’t have feelings for, I guess? Not with people I’m not married to-” he stated, feeling the slight burn down his throat after he took a sip of his martini. But.. enough of that. There was another reason he never spoke of sex. Pregnancy was a taboo for him, the main reason for his wife’s depression, it seems.

She’d perk up, and he’d catch her devious smile. Prey and predator? It seems she enjoyed the chase, though Rigel doesn’t seem to be all too understanding regarding that subject matter. Instead, he’d scratch his cheek and chuckle, ”I’m horrible when it comes to anything related to this.. chasing and flirting you speak of, so I don’t.. understand?” he supposed people had their own hobbies and preference. Perhaps she just enjoys to be chased, that’s all. Then again, wouldn’t it feel uncomfortable to have someone countlessly try to pester you? He shrugged, not knowing what he was thinking at ths point. Then again, when has he ever?

Love? He shrugged, quietly inhaling the sweet alcoholic scent of his drink. She had a funny way of addressing people. Then again.. calling her a hobbit wasn’t exactly normal, too. He snickered but when she accused him of grazing his finger across her chest, he’d start to huff and puff once more. ”No! I thought you were shoplifting! Shoplifting is terrible!” he exclaimed but of course, he wouldn’t argue any further and instead, he’d lower his head and apologize. ”I-I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to touch you-” he murmured and turned away however, her sudden exclamation threw him terribly off guard. Upset him? His eyes were wide with surprise as he noticed how furiously she shook her head. Is there something wrong? Is she feeling uncomfortable? And for some strange reason, when she grabbed hold of his shoulders, his first instinct was to scream. And he did. In which he received quite a lot of attention for. He didn’t mind in the least. He never did, actually. Maybe he was conditioned to do so ever since people started growing comfortable enough to lay their fingers on him. It was only after he noticed how worried and guilty she seemed, that he had finally laughed and gave her a small pat on the shoulders. ”Oh, no! I’m not sad!” he chuckled, ”..and I think I’m hardly sad at all..?” of course, he had been sad ever since his wife’s passing but his mind had been so preoccupied by other things that he had little to no time to feel sad at all. Plus, according to the way his friends and family described him, ”A lot of people say I don’t take anything to heart so.. I guess that’s why. So don’t worry, you can say anything you want.” he laughed. That was what’s good about him, yet at the same time, it’s also because he doesn’t take anything to heart that he’s so dense.

▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Rigel 'Jax' Falkov Dragonkin
❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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I'm feeling: Confused | I'm with: Zara | I'm wearing: Casual | I have feelings for: No One | I have: $1000


”Keep me? Why would you ever want to keep me?” he pointed to himself, surprised that he’d receive such a comment from someone. She’s been telling him things he’s yet heard from people and he supposed that’s a nice feeling, hearing something new for a change. ”Huh? Keep me? As in keep me here with you?” he gasped, appearing even more surprised than before. Soon enough, he’d somehow erupt into laughter. It was a pleasant surprise. Was she delighted over whaf he had said? Had he said something to make her cheeks light up?

”Oh, you’re blushing? You can blush?” he pointed out, leaning just a little too close to get a closer look. Again, he had no idea of what personal space meant and if he were to be hit or screamed at again, nobody would be too surprised about it. Though when she mentioned it was something ‘much more physical’, it seemed to have piqued his interest. He was always into learning something foreign to him but as for this subject matter, he supposed it’s best if he left it untouched. He didn’t want to risk saying anything that would upset her even further, or get himself even more yelling. The person she was being right now seemed much more pleasant than she usually was. At least, compared to most of the time he saw her. ”Runs in your blood? You mean literally?” he knew there were other races around in this area. It was one of the main reasons his elder brother had moved to such an area. ”That’s pretty cool though, because look- I’m not human, too!” did she mean it literally? Figuratively? He wasn’t all too sure, but he doesn’t mind showing it to her, that’s for sure. He’d lock onto her sapphire eyes, and his eyes would turn into a pool of gold, his irises elliptical, as thin as they could be. On the other hand, his fangs had grew, peeking out ever so slightly beneath his upper lip. He wasn’t human, and he wasn’t afraid to show it at all, at least not in a place such as Soleil.

Her reaction that followed after startled him ever so slightly, horror had dawned upon her porcelain features. "Uh.. is something the matter?" Was she frightened? By his scream, maybe? Or was it because..

"Oh, my goodness! It's my face, isn't it?! I'm so sorry!" Rigel instinctively covered his face with his hands, fearing that might just be the reason of her less than pleasant reaction, but of course, noticing the reaction of people who stared in their direction, he'd reach forth and lift his coat further up her shoulders before he pulled his hands back to cover his face once more. She seemed alarmed, frightened, on guard even. As dense as he may be, it wasn't hard for him to notice that at all. "Uh-.. I, um.. I would really love to return my appearance to normal but it seems I can't really.. do so at the moment- it won't let me-!" he explained, sounding quite confused himself over the lack of ability to appear human once more. Why is that? Was it because of the alcohol? He supposed so. "I-I promise I don't bite! Really! I'm not poisonous or anything!"

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❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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I'm feeling: Tipsy | I'm with: Zara | I'm wearing: Casual | I have feelings for: No One | I have: $1000


”B-But I won’t fit into your pockets-” he’s far too big! Unless she owns a jeans with extra large pockets.. then he’d have nothing to argue about. But it just doesn’t seem quite possible.

... Oh.

Perhaps it was the help of alcohol, his thoughts seem to be processed a little faster compared to earlier, stopping him from acting as stupid as he was before. He seemed to catch onto what she said much easily now. ”I mean.. Wow, that’s very nice of you but I don’t think your boss would allow that- It seems quite impossible-” he laughed. For all he knew, not one stranger lasted as long as ten minutes around him when he’s off work but it seems she’s doing just fine at the moment. It was something quite new for the young man, something quite rare, to be precise. He’s sure his elder brother, too, would be surprised if he were to hear about it. And when she claimed she wasn’t the type of person prone to blushing, Rigel would chuckle. That didn’t seem like the case at all. If anything, her face was beet red at the moment. ”I might seem stupid, but I’m not that stupid to the point I can’t tell you’re blushing!” he exclaimed, noticing her darkening cheeks though he wasn’t quite aware that it was the close distant between them that caused it. He wasn’t all too surprised when she admitted not being human, since technically, he wasn’t one either. He wasn’t afraid of admitting it, but what he was afraid of was what people would do, what sort of chaos would emerge within the human civilization if they really were to find out regarding.. non-humans. Chase them out of the country, perhaps? Throw them into space? It wasn’t likely to happen anyway. He may be clumsy, but he isn’t clumsy enough to give his identity away- ”Well, I think it really suits you! Pink looks nice on you.” in all honesty, he answered.

He could feel the pressure of his fangs against his lips disappear and he was sure enough that his teeth had returned to normal. As for his sight, that didn’t seem to be the case. He still saw everything in Infrared and thermal radiation seems to be the only thing he could see. Though it seems what she was terrified over wasn’t his appearance but rather, his.. painful, ear-piercing shriek. But before he could even address that subject matter, something else seems to have caught her attention. Performance, it seems. ”Oh! Good luck, Zara!” he cheered, turning his attention back to his drink and downing the rest of its contents. It seems, it wasn’t really a wise decision to do, given how the burn down his throat felt a little unbearable. He cleared his throat, deciding that it would be the final drink for the day. ”O-oh? Sirens are scary? Really? You seem pretty nice-” Not when she’s screaming and yelling, of course. But before he could leave, it seems Zara has a plan of her own.

He felt something touch his lap, and he’d return his gaze towards the woman. ”You dropped your hand, again-” he stated, his cheeks slightly red from the sudden chug of his martini. ”O-oh, I was just about to leave-” he paused, already holding his car keys in hand, but when it came to singing, it brought back rather pleasant memories of his family. He figured it wouldn’t be so bad to stay and watch her performance. A soft chuckle would escape his lips and he’d keep his keys back into his pocket. ”Well- I do like hearing people sing- I look forward to your performance then! Good luck.” he stood from his bar stool, offering his elbow. It appears the help of alcohol seemed to have changed his demeanor just a bit. ”Uh.. I was told this was the right thing to do? Is it?”

▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Rigel 'Jax' Falkov Dragonkin
❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one.
We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up.
And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know.
It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is.

Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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○I'm feeling a little tipsy and amazed.
●I'm speaking to Zara at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing the usual.
●I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I currently have feelings for no one.

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She'd shoo him away from her, and Rigel would back away almost immediately in case he received yet another slap upon his shoulder. This man didn't quite believe in promises, given how he has received quite a lot of "Tell me the truth and I promise I won't hit you." in the past, only to be brutally beaten up when he spoke of the truth. He heaved a sigh, feeling the weight of the car keys in his pocket. It was then, he recalled, "O-Oh yeah! When does your shift end? I'll drop you home, I guess? It's not safe for a woman to go home along so late at night- Unless there's someone picking you up!" and he'd cast a glance to the few men who were still sneaking glances in her direction. That was something he was quite worried about, but if there was someone who'd pick her up, then he'd worry just a little less.

She'd laugh and accepted his offer, and he'd feel the weight of her arms resting upon his. So it is something acceptable, after all? He'd laugh in return as he took his coat in hand and hung it up and over his right shoulder. The lights in their surroundings were getting just a little darker than normal, and he'd take slower footsteps just in case he made people trip over like how they did in the past simply because Rigel walked a little too fast. However, as always, Zara had plans of her own. This time around, he was the one being pulled along. Once again, like earlier during the paintball event when he was dragged by this one teammate of his. Is pulling each other a thing nowadays? Rigel was terribly confused, but he made no attempt to ask given how much of a rush she was in. It felt little strange being pulled all the way to the front, and she'd disappear into the back before he could say anything more. Is it right for him to sit in front when there were audiences in the back? Who came forward just to watch her perform? Then again, much like himself, he was quick to forget about it when the curtain started to open. He took his seat, and he'd choke when the spotlight shone upon the siren but now, her.. lack of clothing seemed a little bearable for Rigel to watch, though it seems, what followed after still isn't what Rigel was accustomed to.

He glanced away, taking notice of the many expression upon the audiences' face that seemed rather.. lewd. He'd shudder in response, and in the end, his gaze returned to the woman. Though he has to admit, she has a very, very amazing voice. Except.. this whole dancing and singing thing is far from what his family performed. When the song ended, he'd give her standing ovation, his eyes sparkling with sheer excitement after hearing her voice. "Wow! Your voice is amazing, Zara!" he cried out, and only then did he realize he had once again, received the unwanted attention from the audience. He didn't care either way but instead of staring at her even further, he'd cover his face and turn away, speaking just loud enough for the woman to hear. "I-I can't look at you if you're not properly covered up- I'm so sorry!"

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