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 Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 11:21 am
A normal night like any other, she supposed. Riyo had applied for more jobs, skimmed the newspaper, circled some leads, and finally got frustrated at the lack of satisfying work available to her.
The ghoul had donned her comfortable PJ's for the sake of relaxing, legs propped up on the desk as she rosined the bow of her violin, the instrument proper waiting patiently in her lap. With all the time on her hands, she could practice. No more rusty notes. She was a fine-tuned playing machine, and Riyo found that the best time to play was right before bed.
The sweet sound of the notes fluttering off of the strings quelled her worries and soothed the rage, and for the brief time approaching sleep allowed, she felt at peace. Any unspoken fears could simply float away on the melody.
As she placed her chin on the rest, Riyo's eyes closed to savor the first chord.
Little did she know, one of her cats was up to no good. While retrieving some paper towels from the kitchen cabinet, the ghoul happened to uncover a hole at the back of the wall. The demoness had been none the wiser to its existence, but Felix certainly noticed. Caution be damned, he was going adventuring. The hazcat crawled through the old hole, probably caused by a rat, and ended up in... another cabinet? Had it looped around? His paws pressed up against the small door, mask-obstructed face peeking through the cracks. No, this wasn't his owners room. So where was he?
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 7:33 pm
Akubi was resting in his cat form, upon a large cat bed. Upon his back he stretched all four paws ceiling ward and wiggled each fuzzy toe in contentment. There was a noise within his cabinets that made his pupils widen a bit as he tilted his body in an awkward way to look toward the area. With just enough effort he got up and trotted over to them his paw reaching up toward the knobs to pull them open easily with the claws in his paw.
"...Hello there, it seems I have a new friend," came a smug and amused voice as he stared down at the masked creature within his cabinets.
Now, how did that get here? He vaguely recognized it from Riyo's room. Hmm...
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 7:50 pm
Felix's ears fell back as the familiar cat (boil) approached him, a growl emanating from the masked feline as his heckles raised. This was curiosity gone wrong, and as Akubi approached, the hazcat slowly backed up. Farther and farther until he was able to turn himself around and run back down the hole. Had he been slightly more cunning, Felix might've thought about the fact that he was leading the 'pack of wolves' back home, which might not have been the best idea.
It was like he didn't incur his master's wrath enough or something. And still, Riyo was none the wiser.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 9:23 pm
Akubi watched the reaction of the feline with great amusement, "Such a good friend showing me how they got here," he cooed happily and then leisurely followed after it. It wasn't as if the cabinet was a giant world where he could lose sight of one hazmat mask covered face. The hole wasn't small but it wasn't huge, either. The sides of his furry form scraped against the edges of his sides with the lightest of scrapes against the fur.
The problem occurred when, as he wandered out, he stepped on something and caused several other things to fall in the process before he could get a good thought about where he'd ended up.
...Hmmm. Oops?
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 3:15 pm
Even if the cat realized what it was doing at this point, it was too little too late now.
As he reached the end, Felix nimbly hopped back out of the cabinet and into what he thought was sanctuary. The sound of violin echoed off the walls and for a moment everything was peaceful.
Until the crashing of dishes broke the peace.
Immediately the hazcat darted out of the kitchen and away from the loud disruption, the violin abruptly stopping with a sour note. "What the ******** was-" She watched Felix dart out of the kitchen and immediately stood. "Cat. What did you break?" The look on her face was fierce. Such a thing wouldn't have been a big deal a couple of months ago, but being broke, things were slightly less replaceable.
Peering into the kitchen, Riyo realized right away what had been destroyed. Pieces of porcelain with happy cat faces had fallen out of the cabinet, leaving a short trail much like bread crumbs. The ghoul's ears fell back at the sight of her precious cat kitchenware in shambles, but the atmosphere soon changed when she realized what was standing at the end of the little trail.
It took her brain a few seconds to connect the dots, really. That was not an ordinary cat, and she was in nothing but her pajamas. Which... By normal people standards wasn't obscene, but for Riyo it was less than acceptable in the presence of the opposite gender.
The demoness darted to her closet and grabbed a robe before returning to her previous spot, glancing at the door to ensure it was still locked. How had... What the... Huh?
She said nothing. The look on Riyo's face said it all. She gestured to Akubi as if to ask 'what the ******** man?'
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 7:18 pm
Akubi did feel bad for things he had just managed to wreck that weren't his. It was one of the few times where Riyo would get to see his ears lower and his head bow forward as he murmured a quick apology.
The apologetic Akubi didn't stay that way for long for he straightened up almost immediately soon after and did a nice little cat stretch across the surface upon which he stood, if this form was thinner the stretch might have been considered graceful. He waddled forward as his paws gingerly patting larger pieces together so they would be easier to clean up.
"It appears the fates do not want us to be very far from each other. One of your ... fine companions had made his way into my room and I only investigated to see how he had gotten there," Akubi explained with that same amused tone of his.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 7:37 pm
Riyo didn't really seem satisfied with his apology. Her hands tied the belt around her robe tightly before she stuffed her hands in her pockets. "Don't apologize. Apologies are worthless." The ghoul mumbled, her eyes narrowing as she grabbed the broom that had been tucked inbetween the fridge and the cabinets.
But she didn't seem mad. Well, not Riyo mad. Not yet, at least. If anything, she seemed more disappointed to be sweeping up her favorite china. "I suppose that means there's some hole connecting our rooms. Well. That's fantastic." The ghoul mumbled sarcastically, dropping the dust pan on the floor to collect the poor shattered kitty faces.
Then she paused, smacked her broom down and leaned on it. "No, it's not fantastic, not even in a sarcastic sense. 'The fates' as you call them, can bite me. You gotta stop barging in like this." Even if the boil hadn't technically realized it was her room. Shouldn't it have been at least a little bit obvious? Maybe?
"I mean, I'm a ghoul. You're a boil. Things could end up very awkward if you walked in at the wrong time." And, you know, the fact that she liked her privacy. That, however, was becoming a moot point.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 5:22 am
"They are only worthless if you do not plan to accept them," he sort of just sat down and started to smooth over the fur on his paw. Was he angry? Not really but he did have the mannerism of a cat that was mildly put off by Riyo's words. Why did she throw his sincerity in his face? So rude. He was rarely ever so sincere and now she was standing there and just shattering it all.
Akubi paused his slightly agitated grooming and stared over at her. His ears flattened, rose, and then swiveled about a bit. He was thinking. The gears in his head were turning and turning.
"I am offended." The words plopped out as if thrown like stones, showing his distaste at her implications. "I might be a boil but I am not a...pervert," his paw waved dismissively. "If you play violin naked, then that is your deal. I somehow doubted, upon hearing music, that you were indecent. Even if you were I wouldn't think twice of it."
Truly this cat gave no ********.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 8:17 am
Riyo couldn't help but scoff at his quick comeback. "No, it's worthless because it proves nothing. Any a*****e can come in here, break something, and then apologize. That doesn't mean he's sincere, it just means he thinks his cliche phrase will somehow make both of us feel better." She wasn't going to drop it that fast this time, it seemed.
Oh, NOW he looked kinda mad. Not really pissed off, but enough that she could see her words might finally be crawling under his skin and making a home there. Goodie. Taking the dust pan over to the trash, she dumped the remnants of her plates. Not a pervert, huh? Wouldn't think twice about it, huh? Riyo was obviously miffed when she threw the broom and pan back in its corner, hands on hips in that classic 'oh no you di'nt' stance.
"As far as I'm concerned, all men are perverts until proven otherwise." It was a case of guilty until proven innocent. "I've had a man spy on me for months without my realization, and one solicit me for..." She clammed up, just for a moment. "... Relations, out of the blue. Forgive me if I'm not quite trusting of your words." Or any man's in the history of Halloween ever. Probably something that developed early on in childhood.
"And I was indecent. These are my sleeping clothes..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 8:29 am
His fur rose a bit in grumpy indignation, "See if I ever apologize to you for anything ever again." Riyo's words were enough to put an end to most of Akubi's more charitable behaviors toward her. He was till grinning; it seemed he had no other facial expression but to grin even in his feline form.
She was just met with a flat stare at her return volley of words. His ear flicked a bit and he gave a small snort, "Please."
Miss Riyo you are highly un-erotic.
It seemed that her argument was invalid. He got up and tilted his head up haughtily, "It takes more than a naked form or supposedly scanty nightwear to get me," he then began to prance his way past Riyo toward her door. Why leave through a hole? It wasn't as dramatic as a door.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:13 am
His words were like a bullet, making quick work of her pissy demeanor and piercing through the biggest of her insecurities. The rawest wound. Her face took a complete 180 from confident and bitchy to completely insecure and fragile.
Riyo said nothing as her hands pulled the robe tighter around her (flat) chest, ears folding back against her head. She didn't want to look him in the eyes anymore. All that occupied her glance now was the severe discomfort in her own skin.
"Y-yeah. You're right." She admitted as the boil walked towards the door, moving herself back to the desk in a slower than usual pace. "You're completely right." Her body practically flopped back into the seat, head tilted up to stare at the ceiling. "I don't know why I insist on being so conservative. It's not like I have anything to hide." The ghoul's words even tasted bitter as they left her mouth, though anymore the bitterness was only aimed at herself. "I suppose... I should consider any interest a compliment anymore." And maybe she had. Maybe the insistence from the nightmare demon and the continuous stalking of the other cat boil had been considered flattering somewhere deep in her subconscious. Maybe it had made her feel good about herself, if only for brief periods of time. But both things had stopped, and all she was left with was the small amount of pride in knowing that she was "stronger" than most ghouls.
Now even that wasn't comforting her. It wasn't pride, it was stupidity in passing up opportunities. Opportunities that, lets face it, we're few and far between for a woman whose body and personality were both unsatisfactory.
Riyo's chair turned to face the wall, her body curling into itself as she felt her sadness meter hitting critical mass. The last thing she wanted anyone to see was her crying.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:36 am
Then suddenly the almighty Riyo began to crumble. Leaving Akubi in that sort of awkward mid-step where he was standing on only two of his four legs making him stumble and smush his face to the door. That was not the reaction he was anticipating.
He wasn't expecting her to insinuate that Akubi was saying that she was unattractive in some way. Akubi puffed up and let out a deep sigh before he turned about and trotted over to her chair and just sat down near it and stared at the back of it.
What just happened?
The grin and smug amused tone was still present in his voice even now but it was a degree or two gentler than before, "Honestly. You are putting words in my mouth again, Riyo. I am not sure what I am to do with our friendship."
The stub of his tail twitched side to side as he looked off toward the side, "Never once did I say you were unattractive. I am sorry I do not drool and lose composure just because you are wearing less than your usual attire."
Was he supposed to?
"What I said is true enough. All ghouls and boils, if they want my certain attentions, need to do so in other venues. I am not one for physical seduction," Akubi shifted his paws against the ground as he sought to say the words 'you aren't unattractive, stop that. Damn it'.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 3:10 pm
As sure as the pumpkin sun was in the sky, so too would Riyo be forever misconstruing something Akubi said. You could almost say it wouldn't be a normal day without it.
And much like a normal day, Riyo didn't seem satisfied with his answer. The ghoul tried to listen to his words and not picture how pathetic she might've seemed at the moment, though it was difficult. She had never been one to mourn over such insecurities, and maybe that was the problem. At least half of it. Her face kept to the wall, body unmoving.
The vindictive part of her might've wanted to call him out on the 'apology', but it was so overwhelmed by the lingering sadness that such things were dismissed upon first thought. "It's whatever." Riyo mumbled quietly. "You don't need to give me a crash course on how not to impress you. I think I do a good enough job of that on my own. and I never said I wanted someone to lose their mind when they saw me in night clothes." She reached over and picked up her violin, carefully tuning the strings. "But think about what you said, just for a moment. When you say 'highly un-erotic', one does not see anything but negativity from such a statement. It is not hard to get from point A. Highly un-erotic, to point B. Unattractive."
The ghoul started to pluck at the strings. It was a different method of playing. "Perhaps I am just very bad at understanding you and your meanings, but let me just go ahead and say something that's probably very obvious by this point. I have no confidence in my appearance. I don't understand what it is to be attractive, neither to other people nor to myself. The way people have talked it seems like more than ever that erotic and attractive are synonyms, and frankly I wouldn't know what sexy was if it bit me in the a**." At least she was being honest.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 9:50 am
"I am not going to give you a crash course," he said his tone nice and flat. The idea of anyone knowing how to keep his certain attentions was a bit too much power for him to just give to anyone at all. There was a sense of a 'wall' being placed up on that subject.
Akubi's eyes rolled up toward the ceiling and he just shook his head, "Honestly. Honestly. You are a lovely ghoul and I would never have thought that this is the sort of thing that brought you crumbling down like a giant wall," he raised his paws up and waved them theatrically and then flopped over onto his side. "I would rather someone think of me as handsome and not as some sort of," he let out a grunt of distaste, "fuck toy."
There was a flick of his ear as she went on to talk about her low confidence and he just let a quiet 'nyeh' in response, trying to show that he was listening. "I think you are pretty. I think you have a very refreshing personality. You are Riyo and I like you just as you are, even if I do stomp on your paw, metaphorically speaking," he said softly before he rolled over onto his back and stared at the back of her chair. "I think it would make our budding friendship a bit more awkward if I did like you in such a manner straight away. Wouldn't it?" Sexy Cocaine Couldn't sleep. So I tag. HIII. <3
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 10:30 am
The strange plucking noises stopped as Akubi finished, the violin returning to the desk. Quietly, the ghoul turned in her seat, tucking legs under her peering over the back of the chair like some kind of creeper. Her eyes were both sad and confused as she stared at the fuzzy heap of flesh on her floor.
"Please stop complimenting me... I don't really know how to deal with that." Nobody was so eager to tell her how lovely she was. She was used to finding pseudo-satisfaction in not-quite-insults. Straight up compliments in tandem were almost overwhelming. It did, however, add a nice shade of blush to her cheeks.
He did have some points, though. Akubi's point of view was solid. He was confident in his own beliefs, and it was something Riyo envied at this point.
There were no doubts that the cat boil was quite comfortable in his own skin. "You're right." She sighed, glancing away. The use of the word friendship made her uncomfortable, but she neglected to mention it. She already felt bad enough for getting so worked up over something so trivial. "Sorry." A rare word from her mouth, though not completely unheard of.
Finally stumbling to her feet, Riyo dragged herself over to her bed, drawing back the curtain and practically flopping over. "I don't really know what I want. Interaction with people on any level but professional is still new to me." It wasn't much of an excuse. If she had been more open to receiving, these things would've been much easier to comprehend.
"You don't have to stick around. I'll be fine."
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