09-10-2016, 05:50 PM
Nash gave a shiver at the breath against his ear, gripping lightly at Vex's thigh in retaliation. "Alright, I like the sound of that promise." The grip on Vex's thigh increased slightly as Nash gave a light squeeze. "It's been too long since we've had a whole night to ourselves."
A laugh escaped him before he could stop it, one hand covering his lips in the attempt. "Is that what they're calling it?" Nash purred back, grin appearing from behind his hand. "Honestly, and they think I'm the one who has to put up with you." He tapped at Vex's lips with a slim finger and a tut of his lips. "I guess they just don't know me like you do."
Huffing, Nash pouted slightly as he slid from Vex's lap. It didn't last long however, the pout turning into a slight frown as he crossed his arms over his chest and turned towards where Sonata was cleaning up the mugs. It was clear to the two of them that something had gotten to the spider youkai, just as obvious as the fact that it most certainly had to do with the weird man across the bar. Almost his entire attitude and body language changing as he parted ways with the stranger.
"I hope he has a good explanation for tasting weird blood offered to him by weird people," Nash added with a shake of his head.
After the stranger turned and headed up the stairs, Nash caught sight of the unconscious man and was reminded of the scene earlier. Still, the man was silent. He was alive and his mouth would occasionally move as if to grunt, but no noise came out. It was odd, and Nash had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that the stranger did something to him. What if he did something to Sonata with his blood?
It made Nash shiver just thinking about it.
Nash could only deadpan at Sonata for the lame explanation they were given. Not even an explanation, more like he was trying to dodge their questions before they could even start asking. It was very odd behavior for Sonata who usually loved talking to the two of them about his 'flirts' and 'interesting customers'. Nash wasn't buying it for a second.
"He may have paid for a room but you were the one that got a free sample," Nash accused, eyebrow raised. "You tasted him! What was he?"
Closing the door behind him, Matthias slipped free of his long coat before throwing it over the end of his bed. Next was the shirt, stretching his arms up over his head as he pulled the fabric off, rolling his shoulders during the process to relax some of the tension built up.
A shudder ran through the air as his illusion dropped and his wings were once again visible. The room was just barely big enough to let them stretch out, as long as he did it carefully. The massive black wingspan reaching out seven feet on either side for an impressive fourteen feet in total. It had been much too long since they'd been exposed and the muscles across them were sore to the touch as he forced himself to endure his fingers digging between feathers to rub at them.
He wasn't quite sure what possessed him to invite the youkai up to his room. He hadn't exposed his species to another in more years than any typical human could live, perhaps he was just interested in the reaction he'd get from something the fed off the corruption he reigned over.
A laugh escaped him before he could stop it, one hand covering his lips in the attempt. "Is that what they're calling it?" Nash purred back, grin appearing from behind his hand. "Honestly, and they think I'm the one who has to put up with you." He tapped at Vex's lips with a slim finger and a tut of his lips. "I guess they just don't know me like you do."
Huffing, Nash pouted slightly as he slid from Vex's lap. It didn't last long however, the pout turning into a slight frown as he crossed his arms over his chest and turned towards where Sonata was cleaning up the mugs. It was clear to the two of them that something had gotten to the spider youkai, just as obvious as the fact that it most certainly had to do with the weird man across the bar. Almost his entire attitude and body language changing as he parted ways with the stranger.
"I hope he has a good explanation for tasting weird blood offered to him by weird people," Nash added with a shake of his head.
After the stranger turned and headed up the stairs, Nash caught sight of the unconscious man and was reminded of the scene earlier. Still, the man was silent. He was alive and his mouth would occasionally move as if to grunt, but no noise came out. It was odd, and Nash had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that the stranger did something to him. What if he did something to Sonata with his blood?
It made Nash shiver just thinking about it.
Nash could only deadpan at Sonata for the lame explanation they were given. Not even an explanation, more like he was trying to dodge their questions before they could even start asking. It was very odd behavior for Sonata who usually loved talking to the two of them about his 'flirts' and 'interesting customers'. Nash wasn't buying it for a second.
"He may have paid for a room but you were the one that got a free sample," Nash accused, eyebrow raised. "You tasted him! What was he?"
Closing the door behind him, Matthias slipped free of his long coat before throwing it over the end of his bed. Next was the shirt, stretching his arms up over his head as he pulled the fabric off, rolling his shoulders during the process to relax some of the tension built up.
A shudder ran through the air as his illusion dropped and his wings were once again visible. The room was just barely big enough to let them stretch out, as long as he did it carefully. The massive black wingspan reaching out seven feet on either side for an impressive fourteen feet in total. It had been much too long since they'd been exposed and the muscles across them were sore to the touch as he forced himself to endure his fingers digging between feathers to rub at them.
He wasn't quite sure what possessed him to invite the youkai up to his room. He hadn't exposed his species to another in more years than any typical human could live, perhaps he was just interested in the reaction he'd get from something the fed off the corruption he reigned over.
“By what right does the wolf judge the lion?"