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There was someone powerful out there tonight, roaming.

Carnelian was a languid sort of corrupt, preferring to laze about and bathe in the moonlight rather than actively fight those White Moon who might stroll through his end of the city. He stayed near his family’s hair salon and the surrounding apartment buildings and businesses. It was familiar, well-populated and easy to drain for energy. Bars were littered with targets for easy pickings - his favorite kind of pickings.

The redhead had to make a decision, as whoever the White Moon was, they were fast approaching. Should he stay and try to fight someone potentially more powerful than himself? Or should he teleport away and attempt to run? Teleportation was so… exhausting. But being beaten to a pulp was never a preferable option, either. Carnelian was too gorgeous for bruises, unless they came at the hands of a lover.

The corrupted senshi knew running wasn’t an option when the blistering white light was so quickly approaching. Resting on the edge of a commercial mid-rise building, Carnelian made sure to unbutton a few of the top sections of his vest. More often than not, the unnatural gaping hole in his chest was enough to deter most White Moon by disgust alone. If shock value failed, then sex appeal usually took care of the remainder. He pulled the long crimson braid over his shoulder and rested his cheek upon it, languidly awaiting whoever seemed so interested in him.

Well well, someone certainly got up on the wrong side of the bed. With this senshi already aggressive and prepared for a fight, Carnelian had to keep his wits about him. Must keep calm and cool, as running away was turning his back to a senshi who would likely shoot him with magic at the first opportunity.

“Je pourrais vous poser la même question~” ((I could ask you the same question)) came a silky smooth reply. Sometimes speaking to the aggressor in French disoriented them enough to calm the situation slightly. Carnelian wasn’t used to running into White Moon Senshi who seemed so angry and hellbent on punching something. The corrupted senshi sincerely hoped this young boy’s intended target wasn’t his face - he was too pretty to punch.

Opening his arms to Chara, Carnelian hoped the view was pleasant enough to disarm.

“Est ce que je te plait?”

Carnelian felt sunk - none of his wily, attractive tricks were working and his charisma was lost on this one. Too angry to see the beauty before him, most likely. Now came the punching. He was sure of it.

The redhead had little time to react before the smell of chocolate swelled in the air. It was intoxicating, one of his favorite indulgences. Before he knew it, burning chocolate was heaved directly at him and caught part of his shoulder and exposed chest. With a yelp, Carnelian used his bracers to scrape some of it off before it sat too long and burned him. The boy was younger than him, much angrier than any other White Moon Senshi he’d had the unfortunate luck to cross paths with.

The chocolate stung and part of that was incredibly depressing - chocolate was one of his favorite treats, and here it was, hurting him. Carnelian likely looked thoroughly disappointed and horrified to find chocolate was being used against him as a weapon.

“How could you do this…?” came a whisper, emerald eyes wide with wonder as the chocolate began to dissipate. He couldn’t help the compulsion to lick his fingers, raising them to his mouth to let his tongue sensually taste but a bit of the magical concoction before it disappeared. “...it’s real chocolate… How could you weaponize real chocolate… It’s such a shame…”

What pure evil could this White Moon lunatic be? Chocolate was meant to delight the senses, not burn a hole in his skin. The corrupt backed up a few steps and lifted his arms, just in case this one decided to charge at him. Let him know pain if he was going to throw blessed confections around!

The redhead wasn’t sure just why this young boy was so wrathful towards him - he was simply lounging, minding his own business, when this White Moon lunatic ran at him, guns blazing. Throwing chocolate, delicious, sweet chocolate. It was such a shame this boy was infected by the White Moon - Carnelian should like to have him on a leash to produce delicious confections at a moment’s notice. Oh how he’d love to indulge in such decadence…

First thing’s first, however - not getting his beautiful face pulverized.

Carnelian did what he could to dodge out of the way, not expecting such an aggressive attack. Chara managed to miss his face, but punched the taller man square in the shoulder as the redhead tried to shift himself out of the way. The corrupt was the victim here, or so he thought, which gave him ample moral right to defend himself.

Raising his hands in a prayer-like motion, Carnelian breathed, ”Agony.”

My, my, my, he was so angry!

But why? Why so angry, when you’re dressed up like a present?

Quite cute, really, now that Carnelian had a chance to look the boy over. Incredibly young, hostile, all done up with bows and ribbons. One eye missing. A stark contrast against his incredible frothing anger. And why was this one so angry? Was it the missing eye? The corrupted senshi (who did not think of himself as such in the slightest) would have to find out some other time - his magic was working perfectly, rendering this as an opportune time to put some distance between himself and the little firecracker.

“Don’t worry, darling. Vent your anger - get it all out of your system. Maybe you’ll feel better afterwards. Maybe we can meet some other time, when you’re less… hostile. I should like to sample more of that delicious chocolate you have. Au revoir~”

Using a good deal of energy, Carnelian teleported to a build as far away as he could manage. The redhead hated teleportation simply for the fact that it was such a tiring thing to do. Lovely, really, for transportation at a moment’s notice, but the nap needed after was grueling. Still, at least he’d gotten away from the little firecracker without serious burns or injuries. Such a shame - he would adore having a chocolate dispenser on hand.