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((-pet,pat,pat- its kay.. my brain didn't function for a looong time.

It hardly is right now. mouth.. hurts.. -whine-))

Maybe he is simply afraid of hurting you. -She said quietly, leaning over the counter as to pull a few napkins, which she proceeded to hand Taryn.- He almost did once...

-At the last bit, she cringed inwardly. Mimi had not meant to say that out loud, at least not yet. -

-Mimi lowered her gaze, quietly studying the palms of her hand as she thought up of a way to devulge what Duellist had uttered in confidence days past. In a way she viewed Taryn as her eldest sister, Seya. Gorgeous, sensual and with a touch of steel beneath the soft exterior that itched to come out at the least provocation. The young feline had already suffered at Seya's claws once and it took only that one time to learn the lesson. She did not want to make the same mistake twice.- He mentioned that which he is too afraid or embarassed to tell you himself...

-Clasping her hands, her gaze was lifted, the lavender orbs locking themselves upon Taryn's cerulian gaze.- The man adores you, Taryn...that much is simply obvious. If it were up to him, he'd take all the pain he's caused you and inflict it upon himself. He feels guilty over what he's done-- and I mean not only about what happened with Bertram either

Ah, and finally Hakan, the self proclaimed strongest in the world, showed his face finally. Stepping along those large pants he wore, draggong on the floor all around him, pooling below him much like liquid. Amazingly, he didn't wore him like a thug, nor did he stumble on them clumsily. Instead, he moved with such grace that while the jean like material of the black, nearly skirt like pants, swished like the wind.

The black fitted to shirt pulled down so that it covered his belt which held the pants up, showed his muscles very well. He wasn't bulky, his arms weren't that of a person who was a gym fanatic, but.. They also showed that he was most definetly not lazy. Instead of lifting weights, he made his body lean via martial arts, although few weights were involved.

He had not a weapon on him, alas.. As if he were the top dog of Jekyll de Hyde, his aura seemed out of control, although that was not the case. This was the part the second spirit inside of him loved. His arrogance, that attitude which made not only himself, but others about him feel so sure that.. He was almost invincable.

His wings were not yet shown, however they made them selves known through the shadow which glided behind him. As if it were a dark smoke, the shadows danced about him. Not only his own, but those around the young demon. amazingly he'd managed to calm his hair, and make it less frizzy. It wasn't sticking up as bad as it usually might, instead the thick locks of twilight swished and danced in the soft breeze which blew through the door.

Hakan was back to his usual self, it seemed. He was.. Nirmal when he was around his beloved Ky-chan. Or was that abnormal for him?Much like war paint, there was a beautiful layer of black lipstick across his lips which shined glossily under the lights of the lobby, those black lips of his were sadistically curved into a smirk. Make no mistake, Hakan was in no dark mood, instead.. He was excited. Along with lipstick, there was another hint of make-up which was elegantly painted on his face. Eye liner which beautifully brought out the slants of his eyes. "I'm back.." that voice would ring out, trying to call Duellist's attention. That deep, but still developing voice echoing through the quiet walls of the hotel.

((I hate broadband... keeps breaking down at the worst moment.))

She looked down for a minute. "I don't want him to try to wait until he can just put the words in his mouth in a pretty way... I'd understand him even if he babbled most of them..." She blew on the tissue, her eyes going moist again. "I wish there was something I could do... and... that stupid medal. Has he shown it to you?"

She didn't wait for an answer, just pressing on. "He's been carrying it around for almost a hundred years... it's gnawing at him, because he keeps thinking about what he was like before he died..." Taryn sniffed, depressedly. "I just wish... he'd talk to me... I don't know what he was like before then, but I know what he is now... and he's a good man. I just wish I could talk to him.... I know he can't say these things but... when... when he hit Bertram, I honestly didn't recognise him in that moment... and at the back of my mind, I'm worrying about what else he may be hiding..."

-Mimi waited in silence, chewing on her lip nervously for Taryn to respond. Perhaps it was too much information for the vampiress to process... or maybe she was trying to think of what to do now. All in all, Mimi assumed that Taryn needed to be left alone.- I cannot tell you more, Taryn.... all I know is that he feels guilty for having sucked you into a world where he believes you don't belong. He knows that his way of life hurts you but he, as I understand its the only thing he knows what to do; killing.

Talk to him, Taryn... He was too afraid to tell you this and asked me to do it for him but I do not know what else to say. -She smiled gently, patting the vampiress' hand for a second.- Perhaps.. you should take that first step.

-With that said, Mimi turned around to leave. She had a headache all of a sudden and wanted to rest. It just felt weird, suddenly, to have spent so much of her waking hours without Hakan at her side. Mimi could only wonder what he was up to.

She was about to enter the lobby when she heard his voice and stopped. Something was a bit off... the arrogance, perhaps? For a moment the girl was afraid, then again, could anyone blame her? The associations with that tone of voice were not pretty!-

No Duellist. Hakan couldn't help but put a pouty expression on his face, not yet noticing Mimi, rather.. His beloved Ky-chan. Looking around slowly, he rubbed the back of his head slowly. Twisting his body, as well as his head to look behind him at the door. Still no Duellist. With each movement his hips would give a lazy sway, poor Hakan.. He seemed bored!

Alas, yes.. Ky-chan had a very good point. when he was acting in such a manner, Hakan was usually either in a seductive mood, or an angry. Luckilly for Mimi, it was neither! Giving a less than satisfyed sigh, he would turn around again, folding his arms over his chest. By now, with Hakan's bored movements, the cotton shirt he wore had become bunched up, and was by now revealing that flat tummy of his.

Finally, he would catch sight of Mimi! Back into his creepily gorgeous groove, he would simply give a smile, those full black coated, glossy lips twisting beautifully, and walk over in her direction. "Hello~"

"Where?" Hakan would first ask. It was a bit of important information he needed, after all! If he knew where, exactly, these beasts were, he could ready himself for battle. For example, if these beasts were underground, they were prone to be weakened by elements such as fire or light, and so.. Hakan would be able to base his attacks on fire jutsu easily, given the chance to prepare himself correctly. If not, well.. He'd manage. Nothing to worry about!