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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Dec 6, 2018 20:47:22 GMT -4
"Hey, stop, what the fu-GAH!"
A pink-haired girl was shoved out of one of Tokyo's many bars, dragged outside by the arm by a tall, fat, gruff-looking man. She struggled against him, but she was helpless when he shoved her out the door and pushed her away. Her foot caught on the ground, though, and she hit the cement, landing on her stomach and elbows. She hissed when the impact made a dull ache of pain through her, forcing a groan out of her, but she threw herself over, rolling onto her back to glare at him accusingly.
"What the fuck?! What'd I do?!"
He scoffed, reaching behind him while another guy, younger, tossed him a medical crutch and a backpack, which he threw to her, the former falling to a clatter right next to her while the latter hit her in the stomach. "'Cause ya underage, ya little cunt! I run a good place, get the fuck out!" She went wide-eyed, grimacing when she found out she got caught. "Come back in a few years, maybe then you'll actually pay for your shit!" He slammed the door then, making her flinch briefly, but when he didn't come back, she sneered.
"Oh fush you, I was having fun!" She yelled at the door, not hearing her speech slurring, more distracted with her anger. She was having fun! So many friendly people, so much talking, and she was even getting real close to a guy... she might have gotten laid tonight! That bastard would pay! Luzia growled, feeling the fury she knew so well bubble up in her, and tried to push herself up. The attempt made her hiss in dull pain, though, forgetting and accidently putting weight on her bad ankle. She grabbed her crutch, using it to help herself up, her hands trembling and unsteady, but managing to pull herself up with some effort, immediately turning to the door. "You bashard! I had friends an'... an'...!"
For a moment, she glared at him, thinking of the people she met tonight, then groaned when her ankle throbbed again, looking down her sprained and punctured ankle, double-checking that it wasn't bleeding, then scoffing at the door. No way she was gonna make him pay, not when she could barely walk. Still though, despite the fact that that would have normally made her even angrier, the sweet, sweet booze was keeping her emotions in check. She could feel it fading away faster than it could rise, something that almost made her shift in relief. In fact, she smirked, grabbing her backpack and pulling out a bottle of liquor, sticking her tongue out the door. "Joshe's on you anyway, I alrea'y stole some of yer besh booze!"
She took a victorious swig of whatever she was holding, making sure to stare directly at the door in defiance of the asshole that cut her off, then coughed harshly, gagging when it burned down her throat, but she was used to that sort of pain, wiping her mouth and hoisting her backpack on her shoulder and limping away from the bar with her crutch.
Luzia honestly had no idea of where she was, but she knew that she wasn't getting far. She was sipping her bottle on the occasion, but each one was making her stomach twist over itself more, almost feeling the vomit threatening to go up her throat, not to mention that with her bum ankle and crutch, it was already fucking hard to walk. "Ugh, fuck...." She audibly groaned, pushing herself into the first alley she saw, letting her back hit the wall and slowly slide down until she sat on the ground. It was talking most of her will not to vomit - and she didn't want to test it any more, putting the bottle back in her bag - panting softly as she leaned her head back, closing her eyes as she focused on not puking.
"'amn bashard... was having fun..."
She sighed, feeling her mood go down the tubes like so much shit.
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Post by Anri Kuroki on Dec 9, 2018 17:46:43 GMT -4
 The day she never expected to come actually came to be.
In the current time, it was almost midnight. The skies were already completely dark, the streets of Tokyo now illuminated by the distributed light poles. This was when Anri was the most active. During the night, it was the time of the day where she performed her usual vigilante work. To spook all villans and thugs away from their little hideouts, and in the end, help the heroes do their work without both parties even being aware that it is all her doing. Of course, there are those who are brave enough to not be immediately spooked and they actually end up staying in their turfs, defending them until they are eventually broken.
Today was just like any other normal day for the late teen. But unfortunately, the ghostly princess couldn't manage to find a place to rob and stay in. Looks like it would be another day of sleeping in the middle of an alleyway. Those happen, after all. It's not like she's able to sleep in the same hideout for too long. Their original owners eventually come back to retake it and she can't help but hover the heck out.
"Ahhh..." She protested, moaning in faint annoyance towards being unable to find an actual place to stay at, where she could be more comfortable. Most of the alleyways were pretty dirty, even worse than some of the hideouts Anri sometimes finds to sleep on. At least she was able to take a shower in the morning, yet now that was all going to be ruined. Her dress was going to get all sorts of stains too. Such really was a pet peeve of hers. Though, maybe she was going to get some company.
Some unexpected company.
The late teen eventually picked the blind alley where she'd stay at until the next day. Though, whilst she did, she heard something. She couldn't turn herself invisible now, or that would only make her appear more noticeable. Well, she could use it to spook whoever she heard, but she really knew nothing about the source. It was a feminine voice, at least that much she could discern. And it appeared to be complaining about something. Now hovering, Anri started to slowly approach, making little to no noise, and slowly getting a better and better view of the seated figure.
Pink hair, a crutch laying besides her. Injured? Well, at least she knew it wouldn't be much of a challenge if she was somehow spotted. But the other female had her eyes closed, so she didn't expect that to happen. Eventually, she'd have to speak up though. The late teen wasn't about to turn around after spotting something as peculiar as this. Such a cute face, just sitting in the middle of a blind alley. Who could have harmed her?
Clack.
The sound of her high heels touching the ground is heard, hopefully having been enough to have the pinkette snap back to reality. She's now only standing a few feet away from the girl, staring down with a glowing crimson gaze and visibly smirking, her pointy and sharp teeth in clear display. "What's such a cute face doing out here in the middle of the night? You know this is when those filthy thugs are more active, right?" She inquired. Then it hit her. For whatever reason, Anri could feel a sense of familiarity coming from this girl. It was as if she had seen her before. Such had her adapt a furrowed gaze following her initial words.
Until she added. "--... But wait... Do I know you from somewhere?" notes: oh sweet memories~ |
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Dec 9, 2018 18:55:33 GMT -4
It was so quiet now... Luzia hated this even more, the deafening silence. It was even worse when she was practically partying! She was talking with three people, and had herself wrapped around a guy! She was nice and comfy and warm and she was having fun... she wasn't mad, though, she was too drunk to be mad, she just got more depressed, a deep, shuddering sigh going through her she felt herself go down a peg.
"'amn that man..."
She sniffed softly, starting to near tears, but she shook her head - and avoided another bit of nausea - as she wiped her eyes, just to make sure that she wasn't crying. Another night alone, sitting and sleeping in an alleyway... not like she was sober enough to go exploring or some shit... this was the exact thing she was trying to avoid, and that man just threw her out on her face. She sighed again, reluctantly giving in to her new plans. Guess she had more drinking in front of her... but hey, at least passing out was kinda fun?
Clack.
Luzia's eyes opened at the strange sound. Her drunk mind had to go through an entire process of elimation, deciding it wasn't a car, or an animal, or something else... it was a shoe! Instantly Luzia's mood flipped like a switch, almost tearing up as she imagined that handsome guy coming for her to save her night...~! The thought was so romantic, she couldn't help but smile widely, turning to the source, leaning on her hands towards it.
"Heeeey, you 'ame bacsh for me! You jush couldn't resish meh, huh~?"
She spoke, flirtatiousness and drunkenness out in the open, but her smile faded a little when she realized it wasn't him. "Waif, you're not...." Luzia blinked, flinching when a passing car's headlights hit her right in the eye. She winced, rubbing her eyes, pushing herself back up with her crutch, blinking her eyes until she could see the dark again. The first thing she did was jolt when she saw who it was she was talking to; it was definitely not the guy... this was a girl, and she looked dead at that!
Shit, was she hallucinating again? Luzia stared at her, confused and suspicious, looking over this fancy-dressed... ghostly girl, but she quickly came to the inebriated decision that she didn't care.
"Ah who caresh?" Luzia smiled, wobbling on her crutch subtly, readjusting it so she could stay better on her feet, brushing off the question of familiarity. "The real queshton is, ya wanna haff some fun? Letsh hang out and do stuff! Whatever you want!" She smirked confidently, flirtatiously winking at her. "Rave? Video games? Love motel~?" She giggled drunkingly, amused by her own dirtiness. Honestly she was just happy that she had some company now, and she didn't wanna lose it; she'd practically do anything to keep this girl around, real or not.
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Post by Anri Kuroki on Dec 9, 2018 20:30:52 GMT -4
'Mm? Does she think I'm someone else?'
Anri thought for that brief moment where she was seemingly mistaken for another individual. An individual, which, well, from the pinkette's words appeared to have been gifted the other female's pleasing company. In that moment, she also noticed another curious detail about the younger-looking girl. The way she spoke, the way she behaved. It was just like with some of the thugs she had the honor to spook. Clearly intoxicated.
Following the fellow teen realizing that the ghostly princess wasn't the one she thought she was, the young Kuroki eventually became a target of flirting and teasing. Well, if that wasn't expected, with the way the drunkard behaved at first. To switch partners that quickly though. It was either the effect of the alcohol or the pinkette truly didn't care for commitment, and just wanted to 'haff some fun'. She found it cute though.
"Love motel doesn't sound bad at all, keheh...~ But who are you? And why do you look... Hurt?" Anri curiously inquired, perhaps a hint of concern visible. She still felt like she knew this girl from somewhere, but she couldn't precisely lay a finger on which somewhere. The late teen struggled to try and remember, yet at one point, she just stopped caring about it since it was distracting her from this interesting meeting. Her hands would rest against her hips, a faint smirk still visibly plastered across her features whilst awaiting the fellow female's response with intrigue. notes: oh sweet memories~ |
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Dec 9, 2018 21:05:50 GMT -4
Luzia was, somewhere in her, surprised that this person, whoever she was, so readily accepted her flirtations, but the surprise quickly shifted into glee, glee that made her grin wide. Who cared when it meant she was gonna have company?! Luzia couldn't help but let out a little squee as she grinned ear-to-ear, walking a little closer to the dead-looking girl, fluttering her eyes. "You see a pretty face and you just melt, huh~?" She giggled gently, playfully teasing the girl, but then she frowned, saying something just a little closer to serious. "We're gonna have to be careful with your teeth, though..."
Then, she smiled again, showing she was still being just as playful as before, giggling drunkenly. She leaned into the girl's personal space, fluttering her eyes, trying to lean into her, but she almost immediately stumbled, yelping softly and using her crutch to regain her balance, wobbling before she did. She smiled softly, saving face at her awkward movements, then blinked at the question. "Name'sh Luzia~. 'on't worry abou' thish... jush sprained ankle~." Still smiling, she turned away, walking over to grab her backpack, hoisting it onto her shoulders before smiling brightly. "Ignore it, lesh have fun instead!"
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Post by Anri Kuroki on Dec 9, 2018 21:25:53 GMT -4
Admittedly, Anri's life was filled with fun already. And no, it's not just due to her vigilante work. It's also due to this person she met recently, and got along with pretty quickly. One who allows the young Kuroki to explore the more tempting and heated parts of life. However she wants, whenever she wants. Still, it's not everyday that the ghostly princess gets to meet him. Therefore, it had been some time since, she, well...
... Had 'that' kind of fun.
Being as dissolute as she was, she had no idea that perhaps she was about to take advantage of someone under the influence of alcohol. With that, the pinkette standing ahead of her, struggling to even do so, solely with the support of one crutch, was probably way more vulnerable than she'd be if she was completely sober. Being drunk makes you do things which you normally wouldn't if it was the other way around. Luckily, the milky-haired female wasn't one to force herself on others. It's the opposite.
"Kehehe...~" She giggled, playfully going along Luzia's actions, now that she had finally gotten a name. The way the former approached, it really did have its effect on the pale princess. She wore a faint blush, rounding her cheeks, and due to the very light tone of her skin, it was easily noticeable, especially in the dark. Anri jerks her arms forth for a moment upon noticing the pinkette seemingly stumbling. In the end, she didn't need to do anything, slowly retracting them back and returning them over her hips, licking her lips. "Luzia... That's a cute name~ You can call me Spooky for now..." She teasingly whispered.
Eventually, Anri would observe her new friend walk back to grab her belongings. The girl was really being serious, and this obviously only made the young Kuroki the more excited about the meeting. "Keheh... You really aren't joking around. Very well... Where would you like to go?" She curiously questioned, ready to follow after the fellow female. "--Also... Don't worry about my teeth~ I can work something out..." notes: oh sweet memories~ |
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Dec 9, 2018 22:09:45 GMT -4
"Spoofy... weird name..." Luzia blinked at her in surprise. She had never heard of someone with a name like that... or at least, that's what she thought. Far too drunk, she had somehow missed that that could be anything but a real name, staring at 'Spooky' awkwardly and drunkeningly for a moment... but then, she shrugged it off, smiling playfully. "Wha'eser, is your name~."
She half-limped, half-stumbled back to the white-skinned her, blinking softly, then smirking, an actual flash of amusement on her face as she finally noticed that this girl was blushing... and pretty brightly, too. Did she find a weak spot...~? Luzia resisted the urge to squee softly, resisted the urge to lick her lips, and instead, in her best attempt to look sexy, put the most of a sway in her hips she could manage with her crutch and closed the distance, reaching out and putting a hand on Spooky's cheek, giving her a smoldering gaze.
"I 'unno... love motel shounded preffy good, right...~?" She slid her fingers slowly along Spooky's cheek as she teased her, playfully smirking as she traced the red skin on the pale girl's face. She giggled gently again, turning away from her, her fingers slipping under the girl's chin and gently trailing away. "'ome on, lesh go have fun, I fink I know a plash~."
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Post by Anri Kuroki on Dec 9, 2018 22:24:15 GMT -4
Eventually, looks wouldn't be enough to satisfy the other girl.
Instead, as she returned to close the gap, the ghostly princess blinked faintly, her gaze slowly lowering down towards Luzia's own, as the latter's hand now pressed against her cheek, caressing across her blush. It didn't grow more this time. After all, Anri wasn't exactly a shy individual. It was more so her intrigue and excitement over this meeting. Such a meeting that was only getting more and more amusing and fitting of her needs.
"It does...~" She whispers back, her head only leaning in and tilting a tad up and to one side once the pinkette's hand trails down to her chin, before parting away. The milky-haired teen was almost like a cat, enjoying the affection given to her and pushing herself into it. She didn't make any more movements though. Neither did she say any more words. Actions spoke louder than words, after all. And she couldn't wait to see what her new friend was capable of. If the experience was going to be just as good as the last and only two she had not too long ago. "After you~"
Her own arms eventually drop back by her sides, Anri once more levitating to the air, two feet off the ground, hovering after the drunk girl with a wider grin creeping up across her features, flashing more of her fangs.
'Guess I'll have to be careful of her injury... Keheh...' notes: oh sweet memories~ |
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Dec 10, 2018 0:10:41 GMT -4
Spooky's reaction to her teasing only made Luzia smile more, her smirk almost ear-to-ear. This girl was fun for sure; not shy, not afraid, and very willing. She was a girl that knew how to have a good time... how lucky was she to find her! Luzia didn't even care anymore that she was thrown out of the bar... who cared about them now, she still had company! Luzia wanted to not pull her fingers away from Spooky, but another stumble reminded her that she had to. Still, though, she smirked, motioning gently with her head. "'ome on, I know a plash~."
Luzia's grin turned sly, not one to hide her intentions easily, licking her lips excitedly as she limped along the sidewalk. Lucky for her, this part of town was dirty as hell, so she didn't have to walk more than a couple blocks until they both could see the neon sign of exactly what they wanted. The entire time, Luzia didn't look back; she was too excited, looking forward to a company-filled night so much that she literally looked forward. When they finally got to the love motel, Luzia paused. She looked at the front door, remembering that she had no money, but her smirk quickly returned, motioning for Spooky to follow. "Thish way... I know a way in..."
She stopped at a window, finally turning to face the girl, then almost literally jumped, going wide-eyed for the briefest second when she saw the girl floating behind her. She was startled, but it lasted so shortly it might have been disappointing how abrupt she shifted to a soft giggle. "Whoa, how long haff you been doin' thath? Cool fuirk~." Luzia moved on quickly, though, looking in the window to make sure no one was inside, then gave Spooky a knowing wink, as if to clue her in on her thoughts... then hoisted her crutch up and smashed through the glass. She tried to break it as gentle and as quietly as possible, but thanks to her drunkeness, she didn't succeed so well, but her crutch didn't fling into the room at least. Luzia froze, pausing and waiting for just a few moments, but when no one came to investigate, she grinned, pulling her crutch out and unhooking the window, climbing inside with all of the grace a drunk could manage when they were fighting nausea.
"'on't gotta pay for shish like this~!"
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Post by Anri Kuroki on Dec 10, 2018 0:40:09 GMT -4
Oh, quite the adventures they were about to have.
The ghostly princess was unable to notice the expression of excitement on the other girl's face, but if she did, that would have been a huge reassurance to her. To know that the pinkette she now followed had exactly the same thoughts as her. Yet, it was obvious. Who would pick to hang out a love motel for whatever reason other than to sleep together? Unless, well, there's some shadier business going on with those people.
Still, both females' intentions were clear. They wanted to have 'fun'.
"Mm?" She hummed questioningly, observing her new friend staring at the door to the supposed motel. Until she spoke about a 'way in', leading her further around the building. The moment they halted by a window, she already knew exactly the other's thoughts. Either because it was closed or she didn't have money, she instead had the idea to forcefully break in. Bold, and Anri couldn't say she didn't adore the attitude.
Her lengthy tongue once more runs across her lips, her excited smirk only widening. That's when Luzia finally noticed her hovering, which had the pale princess blink in surprise for a moment at the former's own reaction. "Keheh... I've been doing it ever since I started following you." She whispered back in response. Then, it happens.
Kuh-ssssshhhhhh...!
The glass is smashed through and there goes the young Gottschalk, climbing inside the room after a moment of frozen silence. Luckily for them, there was no one around to witness their crime. Not outside, nor inside. Well, it was late, after all, and perhaps this love motel had no more customers and they weren't making enough of a fortune to hire some sort of security guard. Anri merely hovers in, still having to push her legs up to make it through since the window was still high.
"Mmmm..." She hummed to herself, looking around a couple of times. "Should we turn on the lights? It looks like there's nobody around anymore, but people outside might notice us..." The ghostly princess mumbled down to her friend, probably not even noticing or making sure that she could stand all by herself, if she did fall whilst in the process of climbing up the window. It was a possibility, being drunk and in a crutch. There was no way she could finesse the jump.
Either way, if the pinkette did desire to take things straight to point, Anri shows to be rather vulnerable for a good couple of seconds, with her back turned to the younger-looking teen, still hovering around in search of the light flicker or any sort of ceiling or table lamps. "... What do you say?" notes: oh sweet memories~ |
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Dec 17, 2018 21:51:41 GMT -4
Luzia grunted when she managed to do a front flip and land on her butt right on the ground, only barely avoiding some broken glass, not that she would have noticed if she hurt herself anyway. She used her crutch to lift herself back up, falling back down twice before finally managing to get up. She grinned drunkenly when she finally succeeded, brushing some glass off of her rear before looking around to get a bearing on her new position. She smiled at the cozy little room; it wasn't much for what meager price this place asked for, but the fact that it had a bed and a fridge was amazing to her.
"Should we turn on the lights? It looks like there's nobody around anymore, but people outside might notice us..."
The homeless girl was already considering grabbing some food, but the pale girl's question made her blink in surprise. She grinned in amusement, suddenly shoving the girl's back. "Bish, I am a light!"[/i] She yelled playfully at the girl, her speech still slurring, as the girl fell forward on the bed and she climbed over it. She grinned widely as she demonstrated her words, thin wisps of neon light leaking out of her cheek, her arms, and even from her side, in colors ranging from pink to red.
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Post by Anri Kuroki on Dec 20, 2018 10:56:36 GMT -4
Making herself vulnerable was only another mistake she could have done.
Or maybe not.
"...!" Her gaze widened as she felt something shoving against her back. It was hard, it was strong, and it pushed her directly against the bed, for a moment attempting to discern the situation. Though, before the pale princess could ever turn around, a weight would be placed on her back and that's when she knew exactly what was going on.
Considering how it was executed, normally Anri would feel amused. Yet, this time, she was slightly panicked, thinking that she had fallen into a trap, especially since the other girl clearly wasn't in the right state of mind. "Wh-What are y--...!" That's when she noticed the entire room suddenly lit up, this time in different tones. Now she could clearly see the objects and all the furniture lying about the vicinity. The bed, cupboards, lamps, the walls. It certainly wasn't as dark anymore. Yet, what would come next she didn't exactly expect. Here she thought the pinkette was only going to be another one of those thugs or villains, having been sent to capture her.
But in the end, something entirely different occurred...
Time went by incredibly fast. Whether it was because Anri enjoyed what came next, or whether it was due to the fact it happened so abruptly, no one would ever know. Now dawn approached, the ghostly princess under covers, seemingly alongside Luzia, both ending up staying in the same exact bed where the last night ended. Of course, Anri slept like a princess, belly up, only with her head sticking out, as her hands underneath the covers clasped together and rested down against her stomach.
Yesterday was wild. She clearly wasn't going to wake up anytime soon.notes: oh sweet memories~ |
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Dec 20, 2018 21:12:13 GMT -4
Dawn came and went, and no eyes even cracked open. The two were creatures of night, of darkness and artifical light, not of the sun and blue skies. The hours ticked on, the numbers growing on the clock as Luzia and company both kept recovering their energy. No alarms woke them, no sense of duty, no subconcious need to go to appointments. All the while, Luzia slept... 'peacefully'; it was a post-drunkenness sleep, but it was still a more pleasant sleep than her norm. A bed was a tremendous change of pace, a wonderful softness compared to the ground....
The sun eventually hit the right angle, though, making Luzia wince when it angled right into her eyes. Instantly she stirred, groaning as she was forced into conciousness. Her eyes creaked open before she even thought, and that action sent a powerful pang of agony through her skull. She instantly shut her eyes, rolling away from the light with a hiss, instantly moving from barely away to groggily functional. She groaned as her head continued to throb, but she nevertheless forced herself out of the covers and sitting at the edge of the bed. The first thing she did, as she always did, was work on remembering; she looked around, and though her memories were muted with a drunken haze, she definitely remembered she had broken into a love motel... heh. Luzia couldn't help but crack a smile, despite waking up in probably one of the shittest ways possible; she got some action. Didn't get what she had been planning on, but the substitute was a pretty nice substitute.
The next thing she did was grab the clock; it was an electronic one, thankfully not making her head throb with fucking ticking, and grimanced at the time. 11:32. When was the last time she was awake this late? Was practically her midnight... she sighed deeply at this revelation, rubbing her face deeply. What did it matter, right? Least she got some action, right? That's what she tried to tell herself, but she still couldn't help but look over her shoulder at the window... or what was left of it.
The weather was bright, sunny, and not a cloud in sight. Couldn't be shittier weather.
She shook her head as her mood worsened, forcing herself to stand and walk over to backpack, rummaging in it to find a pack of cigarettes. Her mood went down even more when her lighter suddenly revealed itself to be out after a few flicks, but thankfully, at least, the motel provided another, one that she just so casually stuffed in her backpack with the rest of her pack.
Taking one long drag of the cigarette, letting it ease some of her pain and her stress as she blew out, Luzia finally looked at the company she had last night. Now that she wasn't drunk, she could get a good, long look at the girl... and damn, there was a lot to say about her. She was white, but this girl was *literally* white, like she had never seen the sun in her life. "Damn." Luzia couldn't help but comment softly, speaking to no one in particular since the other girl was still asleep. "You even sleep like a princess...."
Luzia stared for a moment longer, an eyebrow quirking as she took another long drag.. Half the night she was talking about looking familiar... and now that she was getting a good look, Luzia got the same sort of feeling... but she shook that feeling away. If she really was familiar, it couldn't have been good; nothing that ever happened to her ever was. Even though Luzia promised to herself not to remember, she still saw what was probably gonna happen next; the girl - 'Spooky' her name was, now that she was remembering. A bullshit name, but it wasn't like they needed to give each other's names anyway - was gonna wake up, they were gonna get dressed, maybe make some comments about how good they were... then they were never gonna see each other again. That's how it always went...
She walked up to the girl, sitting on the edge of the bed again, staring at her. That was fine... it was how the world worked... nothing she could do to change it. Luzia reached out, gently pulling the blanket down some so she could rub her hand against her skin. She wasn't under any illusion that this was just a one-night stand... but still... this girl... she was damned soft... like she soaked in a tub of moisturizer or something.
She knew it was just a one night stand... but maybe just for a little bit...?
Luzia put her cigarette out, setting it aside so she could rest her head on Spooky, pushing herself up against her so she could cuddle her.
Maybe just for a little bit, she can have this softness for a little longer. She wasn't allowed to have it, she knew it, but maybe just for a little bit longer, she could steal some of it for herself....
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Post by Anri Kuroki on Dec 21, 2018 11:43:02 GMT -4
There was nothing wrong with sharing, even if just a little bit, right?
As Luzia takes some time to think and relax, Anri would keep on with her princess-like slumber, seemingly not even moving from her belly up lying down position. Even as the pinkette pulled the covers down and carefully cuddled in, the ghostly princess didn't appear to have any sort of reaction. It was almost as if nothing could wake her up, so much that one wonders how she has even been able to survive thus far, sleeping in the hideouts of other thugs and villains. Surely they would have gotten rid of her.
Though, the time Luzia took was most likely enough for the pale teenager to eventually open her eyes, slowly waking up as she grumbled. "Mrrr..." Whether or not the now sober girl noticed or felt it, Anri almost immediately crossed one arm below and the other above the pinkette's shoulders, wrapping them tightly around her thin neck. "You're still here, huh..." The young Kuroki mumbled, her hands lazily moving to caress along her new friend's hair. At least, she already considered her a friend. She clearly didn't want their relationship to just be a one-night stand.
"And still hungry, I see... Kuhehe~..." She teased this time, a faint snicker escaping her lips whilst she used this time to recover the rest of the energy lost the night of yesterday. "... But here I thought you'd be the kind to leave immediately once you'd have gotten the chance... Why didn't you?" Anri curiously inquired, still smirking in the only way she knew how to, with those sharp and pointy teeth flashing to the outside. "Tell me more about yourself, Luzia... I wanna know the reason for this feeling I have..." notes: oh sweet memories~ |
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Jan 5, 2019 2:14:39 GMT -4
The pale white body under her was surprisingly cool; not exactly abnormally cold, but most everyone had cold skin compared to her's. Her's seemed just a little colder, though... she looked like a ghost; maybe she was half-dead or something. Whatever the reason, Luzia didn't care; the coolness made her smile as she moved the sheets, closing her eyes and putting as much of her skin against this girl; she mixed their legs, wrapped her arms around her, and smiled as she buried her face in two of the softest pillows she ever felt.
This wasn't going to last. She knew that. But she was going to enjoy it for as long as she could.
The pinkette gasped softly when that time was much, much shorter than she expected; her eyes blinked open in surprise when the girl woke up almost immediately, wrapping her arms around her. Spooky spoke, but Luzia didn't hear her; she was shuddering in delight as the 'princess' ran her fingers through her hair, her eyes literally fluttering shut as her soft, sweet fingers ran across her scalp. Luzia literally shivered, the gentle slipping through her sweaty, unwashed hair making her skin shiver, and before she even realized it, she was hugging Spooky tighter, a soft, happy sound coming out of her throat. She still didn't hear Spooky, too distracted, too pleased by the simple petting... but the pale girl's final words pulled her out of it.
"Tell me more about yourself, Luzia."
Those words echoed in Luzia's mind, grabbing her by the hair and tearing her from the soft, fluffy heaven she was already getting used to. Her smile disappeared, turning into a sneer, grimacing in absolute, abhorrent disgust. Though a part of her protested immensely, she peeled herself off of 'Spooky', moving to the edge of the bed and lighting her cigarette again. "That's not how this works," she sneered as she lit her cigarette again, the question she asked somehow making her hangover worse, souring her mood. She looked over at the 'princess', her eyes narrowed in annoyance. Her mood soured her expression immensely, turning it into a very angry glare, one that almost spoke for her. "We don't need each other's pasts to fuck." She puffed her cigarette again, then shrugged as she looked away. "Good fuck, though. That tongue will take you places."
She smirked hollowly as she made that joke, but she couldn't shake her mood. Why, of all things, did this girl want to know about her past? The thought almost made her snarl as she got up... her past was filled with nothing but shit, there weren't any nice roses for this 'Spooky' girl to pick. Luzia groaned very unhappily, rubbing her face as she went back to her backpack, grabbing her panties along the way. She felt the same thing, that weird familiarity, but she was ignoring it entirely, why couldn't she?!
Luzia smiled gently as she found a little orange bottle, exactly what she needed right now, shaking it to swallow more than a couple pills with the help of her leftover drink. She took a deep breath, already feeling a little better, already feeling a little closer to one hundred percent, though her little smile disappeared as she looked over her shoulder, putting her underwear on, a more subdued unhappy glare on her face directed at the girl who asked the worst question possible.
"Better get dressed. Housekeeping will probably be around soon."
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