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log; ongoing

Jul 17, 2007 23:16

+ when: 17 July, afternoon.
+ where: The park.
+ who: Monou Fuuma (notyourmessiah), Kamui (vampiregemini).
+ summary: One afternoon stroll goes a little awry.
( Most humans... they were in such denial. )

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vampiregemini July 18 2007, 04:57:59 UTC

The vampire perked an eyebrow, wondering why he was looking at him like that. "Because you would know." What was he up to? Kamui wasn't sure, but he was already annoyed by it.

"Only the weak-minded answer questions with questions, you know."

notyourmessiah July 18 2007, 05:08:39 UTC

"Not really," Fuuma responded. So it seemed to be a strange thing - but, well, not everyone seemed to fall victim to it every time. It was all a matter of the intensity of the desire... and this Kamui seemed not so inclined to such a thing. He still kept a gentle smile on his face as he took a moment to look at the source of a particularly loud laugh.

"But, then, why would you want to know if the other you were here or not...?" Again, he turned to look at Kamui, a more serious stare on his face. "Would it matter either way?"

vampiregemini July 18 2007, 05:12:18 UTC

"I'm curious," he answered honestly, keeping it at that as he looked to the other analytically. He did rather wonder what another Kamui would be like, and he'd definitely never met one before. How different would they be?

notyourmessiah July 18 2007, 05:17:55 UTC

Curious. It seemed that he was just so much as this Kamui was. Curious, indeed. He had ways to find out just how similar - how different, perhaps? - they both were. And, if properly executed, perhaps he would have some sort of control...?

He took another step forward to this other Kamui, and with a boldness that only could be his own, his hand moved along the side of the other's face. "I suppose that's a good enough reason, isn't it?"

vampiregemini July 18 2007, 05:32:21 UTC

Yeah, no. With the speed of a striking serpent (or perhaps even faster) and deceptive strength, he grabbed that hand touching him, and suddenly Fuuma was on the ground. "And I gave you permission to touch me WHEN?" the vampire growled, eyes slitted once more, hand on Fuuma's neck, nails lengthened just enough so that if Fuuma dared move, they would cut into his throat.