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 Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 10:26 pm
In the end, TK would always be a gashadokuro. He would always be a skeleton built from bones of the starved, or so the humans claim, because he knew he was built entirely out of FEAR. He had never even stepped foot into the Human World before, though TK had read about it often and had sometimes wished to visit it once or twice. Even so, the human fear still dictated parts of him. The hunger, a tiny pang that never quite seemed to go away; an unquenchable desire for sustenance. But the sensation was normal to him, like breathing air was for humans. The undead student found himself in the creepataria and nibbling on a cone of icescream.
He couldn’t figure out why he was eating icescream of all things to satiate the hunger. It was a peculiar food uncommon to his world. It was far too sweet for his liking, but TK licked on anyways. TK always had room for new experiences, new foods. He was a curious boil, after all. Silent and still, he leaned forward and observed the other students socializing within the creepataria. When had he last sat down to calmly watch others, to muse about their quirks and histories and relationships with one another? It was a fascinating hobby for him, unsettling as it was for the watched. Maybe if he wore a hat it would be less conspicuous.
TK leaned forward more, his green eyes traveling from one student to the next until he landed on a particular one. He tried to not let the surprise spread across his features. Considering his recent homesickness, he debated between leaving the room altogether or staying. Had he seen TK? He casually spun around to turn his back toward the other student. Maybe he hadn’t seen TK yet.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 8:10 pm
Makoto was, and this went without saying by this point, bored.
Without a bathhouse full of creatures to roam and wreak havoc upon, the inugami had grown restless at the school. Pandering the halls at all hours of the morning had become something of a pastime for him, and wreaking havoc on the students instead of bathhouse workers had been interesting at first until Makoto decided that they were definitely less exciting and so stupid it hurt to watch. Yawning widely, Makoto trudged to the creepateria for no other purpose than potential victims. His tail curled from side to side in a slow, pendulum-like motion. There was a smooth stride to his gait, prowling and predatory. The hunger he couldn't sate was undeniably different from TK's, and infinitely worse.
And unfortunately for TK, he was a meal ripe for the taking. Makoto's eyes sized him up from behind with lazy indifference at first, though the gold of his iris nearly swallowed his pupil by the time he was only a few steps away. The gashadokuro's peculiar scent was something he could detect from a mile away - if TK was too dull to realize that, he was most certainly out of his league. At least in Makoto's eyes. The wolf didn't exactly have a bone to pick with TK, though neither did he have what he would have called any sort of acquaintance. Makoto viewed people as either things he owned or things he did not. Yet. TK was... in the middle ground somewhere.
"Shouldn't," Makoto growled, circling TK and twisting him around so they were eye and eye once he himself came to a stand still, "ignore me. Rude." His lips curled upwards into a delighted grin. "I knew I would find something good to snack on here. You still aren't very tall. That's alright - I didn't expect you to." Makoto's tail wagged back and forward, and his smile turned nearly carnivorous.
"So, you attend this school now? We should catch up."
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 4:58 pm
An undead could hope, couldn’t he? He could pretend that the dog wouldn’t be able to catch his scent. It was a peculiar concept to TK. His scent. What was a skeleton supposed to smell like? It was something TK chose to leave unanswered. Some things he would never be able to understand, not even after a million questions had been asked and answered. He leaned against the table, one arm on its cold surface and the other still holding the cone of icescream. TK closed his eyes briefly when he heard unmistakable steps sliding behind him. He sighed as he felt a pair of hands twist him around.
“Is it wrong to wish for a few more moments of peace?” He had certainly been missing home despite the fascinating species and sights he had discovered, but the inugami was probably the last thing from home he desired to see. TK closed one eye, slightly angled his head away from Makoto. “Rude.” The corners of his lips pulled into a wry smile. “I would also prefer you to not snack on me. Jack knows you have done that plenty of times already and I have grown a smidge tired of it. A skeleton can only take so much.” Another sigh. TK tossed the icescream into the nearest can before he rolled his gaze back toward the other boil. “If you insist. It is not like I can refuse someone of your standing.”Kupuritama Kinda short a;lkfda;s oops
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 5:19 pm
"Am I not a peaceful person to be around?" Makoto asked with an air of bemusement, his long tail snaking out and lapping at TK's knees. His nose wrinkled and he gave out a soft puff of laughter, leaning heavily on the skeleton with little care for the idea of consent. His ears folded forward in mild relaxation; it was indeed a small comfort to have found TK in a place like this. And a nice little pawn on the board, but that wasn't something he would ever say out loud. His lips curled into a tiny smile. No, that was something most certainly kept private. Emotions were tricky things to play with, after all.
"Oh, but you taste so good. And I haven't done it in so long." He waggled his eyebrows in a positively devious sort of way. "I've learned how to do it well now though. Surely you couldn't refuse me when I need so much practice after being without you for so long." Folding himself neatly into a proper position, Makoto stepped forward, the rich silk and cloth fluttering after him. "Good then, it is settled. Where should we go first?" His mouth opened into a wolfish laugh. "We are on equal footing here, TK, after all." Syusaki ALRIGHT I'M GONNA DO HORSEMAN TAGS NOW I SWEAR
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 4:11 pm
“No,” he answered bluntly as he allowed Makoto’s tail to brush his knees. Gold-green eyes narrowed as TK kept his expression composed, but irritated if one bothered to pay close enough attention. He glued his gaze to the other first year that leaned on him without a care in the world. While he would have attempted to subtly scoot away from the inugami, the undead knew when to give in. The demon would amusedly follow after him. He found little meaning in moving away.
Lips pressed against each other tightly to prevent him from grimacing as past memories were conjured up in his mind, but he actually crinkled his nose this time. “I can only imagine who you practiced on while I was away,” TK dryly noted. He reached to idly scratch the back of one of Makoto’s ears; it almost appeared to be a sign of affection, but then he sighed and rolled his eyes. “Your wish is my command after all, bocchama.” The skeleton ran a hand through his hair before standing up. “What kind of place would you prefer, Makoto-bocchama? I have explored most of the campus, so I can take you anywhere.” TK stared at him through half-lidded eyes. Equal footing? Really?
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 12:04 am
Makoto grinned lithely at his companion, wrapping an arm coyly around his shoulders and nuzzling into the bare flesh at the nape of his neck. "I really did miss you, you know." He rumbled against the gashadakuro's skin. "I was terribly disheartened when you left. You can only imagine the destruction I sought while you were gone. I think I might have made someone try to jump off a building. I didn't stay around long enough to see what they looked like on the ground below."
His throat reverberated with a growl at the scratch against his ears, only it was one of pleasure. "Please dont call me that here, TK. It makes me feel old." His lips pursed, ears twisting. "Take me wherever. I don't care. This place is boring no matter where I go. You're the only interesting thing." And by that he meant the only thing that stayed interesting. Makoto, after all, had a knack for picking things up and dropping them just as quick.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 3:16 pm
TK did not move as the demon wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He did, however, turns his head away from Makoto, which only allowed the inugami more exposed skin for him to nuzzle into. At least the dog would barely notice the slightly warmer temperature of the skeleton’s body. “You will always have more toys to play with. I am sure you would have found someone else that could suffice,” he stated calmly as the corner of his lips twitched. “Why am I not surprised?”
He grinned and mutely continued to scratch the back of Makoto’s ears. “Old? Hardly. What is old about being called young master?” The skeleton swallowed as he stood up, his back toward the dog to hide the pleased smile playing on his lips. “Perhaps you should open your mind more, bocchama as I suspect this place holds many secrets we have yet to see,” he advised. “You should really pick your words better. I could very well lead you to the library if I wanted. I suspect you do not find that very interesting.” He shrugged. “Otherwise I could take you to the springs behind the undead dorms.”keiifuu Taggin u in all da threads
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 3:55 pm
Makoto huffed against the exposed flesh, twisting his ears at TK's motions. "I am sure." He responded cheerfully, tilting himself backwards and unraveling his arms from TK to tuck then beneath the long silk folds of his sleeves. "They are not hard to come by; you just seem more resilient than most." He tilted his head, his lips curling in thought. "Though I imagine that may be in part to you being dead." He tilted his head, his ears following with a twitch. "Shall I endeavor to perform more exciting acts to gain your surprise then?"
"And," He exhaled, growling pleasantly into the fingers, "it makes me feel old because only servants and you call me that anymore." He snorted derisively at the next comment, his tail twitching back and forth. He turned his nose up a bit, ears folding back against the deep royal red of his hair. "I severely doubt it. It's full of - ahh - lowly creatures and ill-kept places." He frowned at the thought, staring at TK with warning gold eyes. "If you take me to the library I will take you apart." He said with the sort of false cheerfulness a serial killer used. "But I do not see the harm in exploring the springs. It's less exciting though since you are all undead and all so incapable of drowning."
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 10:27 pm
He sat patiently and quietly, as if TK didn’t have a dog lazing on him and burying his face into the crook of his neck. TK sighed, but remained sitting straight. “That, I believe, stems more from your personal bias than any of my humble skills,” he stated, “but the undead certainly have a higher resilience than others. That I cannot deny.” Glowing gold eyes flickered toward Makoto. “You can try, I suppose.”
“I think that it should not make you feel old. Pretentious, if anything.” TK smirked before rolling his eyes and shooting the demon an unimpressed expression. “I think bocchama suits you very well,” he murmured as he held a bony hand out to Makoto. “Perhaps if you become a bit more open-minded, you can see how intriguing this place can potentially be.” He made a sound of disapproval. “Putting myself back together would certainly prove tedious and a waste of my time. To the springs it is, then. I hear they are by the undead dorms.”
TK looked at Makoto thoughtfully. “If the springs appear boring to you, there is also a swamp, lake, and a forest, if you would rather go to one of those locations instead.” Funny how two of the new options were still bodies of water.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 5:09 am
Makoto rumbled, resting his cheek against TK's. Despite the undeads naturally cold body, the Inugami didn't seem to mind, his tail wagging back and forth placidly during the others own rebuttal. "Aaaah, what makes you think I have a personal bias?" He rumbled, nuzzling his nose against TK's cheeks as he teased him, his ears cocking forward. "You have a higher resilience for me." He murmured knowingly. "That is a rather rare gift I cannot find anywhere else." He huffed, leaning away with a growl. "Shall I? Would you like that?"
Sobering, the Inugami tilted his head at the thought, his tail slowing until it was still. "Pretentious?" The word seemed almost quizzical on his lips. "I do not need titles to feel pretentious. My family's status alone is enough to designate that, wouldn't you say?" He growled again at the nickname, a deep, thick noise in the back of his throat. "If you insist." Makoto mumbled, wrapping his own hand around TK's outstretched one.
"I am not, nor have I ever endeavored to be open minded." He returned placidly, glancing around as he let TK lead the way. "It will all grow boring sooner or later. Everything always does. Thats the sad part of all of this - nothing is permanent." He grinned slyly at the undead, his tail wagging. "Oh, but there are other ways in which I could take you apart."
TK, control your dog.
"Swamps smell, lakes are about as fascinating as misplaced rocks, and forests are difficult to navigate, and unless I am to get lost with you, I do not find myself interested in getting lost at all." The Inugami spouted, leaning against the other as they walked along. It seemed that in the prolonged presence of TK, even Makoto's craziness wore off... if only temporarily.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 4:51 pm
“Resilience is a characteristic that many undeads possess,” he stated matter-of-factly. “I am no better at resisting your tricks than any other skeleton at the bathhouse.” His voice stood firm, filled with unshakeable confidence that his observations remained true despite his time away from home.
“My resilience toward you is the same resilience I have toward everyone else.” TK hummed as a bony arm wrapped around Makoto’s shoulders and he brushed his fingers against the demon’s cheek. “Whether there is something else at work is another matter altogether.” He let a rare smirk cross his face before he let go, his arm retreating back to his side until they were locked with Makoto’s hand.
“Perhaps if you tried, you would find more things that would catch your eye. A wider preference would naturally lead to finding more interesting things.” Now he was just speaking empty words that would never reach the other boil, but still he kept patiently reiterating. “No.” The corner of his lips twisted into a smile. “It is the whims and fleeting nature of everything that makes the world wonderful. What once was boring can become exciting the next day. The more you observe the more details and changes you can see.”
Something seemed to worm its way into his expression then. Something innocently happy and sincerely glad, but now TK shot a lookat Makoto. “I thought everything grows ‘boring sooner or later,’” he quoted, “I thought you would grow tired of that by now.”
“How picky,” he murmured, “to the springs it is, then.” He tugged the demon forward as he easily guided him toward the steaming pools of water. It was nothing like the grandeur of home, but the variety of pools it possessed—from regular water to dangerous lava—was interesting in its own right.
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