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[tiedbyfate]

Shito sat at his computer, conversing thoughtfully with the vampire from another universe. He found it oddly easier to relate to people over this 'internet' thing, which was perhaps why he was being so chatty tonight. Of course, the vampire was a monster that deserved to die, even more than Shito himself

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[effulgentxx]

Finding Shito took awhile and a little bit of bullshitting, but it left Spike with a rush that sweet torturing always did. He arrived outside the dilapidated dormitory and stared up at it, dangling a bottle in his hand that banged against his thigh.

He stood in the doorway and stared at Shito's back as he was hunched over the computer. Spike looked around the room and smirked. "All the comforts of home," he said.

[tiedbyfate]

Shito hadn't sensed the vampire enter and whirled around in his chair, his red eyes widening when he saw Spike.

He jumped to his feet. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" he demanded, incensed.

He was also a bit nervous, though he took pains to hide it. He couldn't actually defend himself without Akatsuki, and the vampire was between him and the idiot.

[effulgentxx]

Spike stepped into the room, kicking the door closed behind him. "Thought I'd say hello."

[tiedbyfate]

Shito glared at him warily. "I didn't give you permission to enter my room," he said, folding his arms and standing his ground.

His eyes dropped to the bottle in Spike's hand, and then looked up at his face. Was he really here to give him a drink.

That would be a bad idea. Shito had such low tolerance for alcohol.

[tiedbydestiny]

Chika was doing his homework - well, he was listening to his music and airdrumming while his homework was open on his desk in front of him, which kind of counted - when he felt an odd twinge in his wrist. The right one, exactly at the place where that asshole's hand was attached to his arm.

He stopped drumming and frowned down at his hand. It had felt kind of like someone had tugged at the metaphysical handcuff that circled his wrist. It wasn't like the damned things were solid, they couldn't get snagged on objects and tugged by accident. Chika hadn't felt anything like it in the weeks he and Shito had been stuck together. What was the asshole up to over there?

He stuck his head out his door, just in time to hear Shito slam his door and see a blond stranger turn the corner, heading for the exit. "What the fuck?" he muttered, and crossed the hall to pound on Shito's door.

[tiedbyfate]

Shito had his basket of shower supplies and his towel over his arm when he yanked the door open. His red eyes flickered with a mixture of relief and irritation when he beheld Akatsuki.

"What are you banging on my door for?" he demanded. He was glad to see that there was no sign of Spike.

He forgot momentarily that there was still blood on his neck, which would be easily visible to Akatsuki over the collar of his T-shirt.

[tiedbydestiny]

"What the fuck just..." Chika started to demand irritably. Then he caught sight of the blood on Shito's neck, and his eyes widened. "Shito, what the hell is going on? What happened to your neck?"

He reached out without thinking, intending to touch the wound and see how bad it was, not to mention how recent. With the darker colour of a zombie's blood, it was hard to tell if the liquid had dried or not.

[tiedbyfate]

Shito's eyes widened with realization and he jerked backwards, knocking Akatsuki's hand aside before it could touch the neat holes made by Spike's fangs. "Nothing!" he snapped. "It's fine!"

He hesitated. "You didn't see a blond man lurking around in the building, did you?" His worry was that Spike might have gone after Koyomi, though he hoped he would not.