Complicated homecoming...

[superstylishsquid]

It had been years since Alastor had last seen this town, bustling with humans and reeking of demons. It was almost comforting...if not for the fact that he knew his master was here. The master he'd abandoned without a word, who would be fully justified in striking him down for his insubordination. But it wasn't in Alastor's nature to run. He'd had his taste of freedom, now it was time to face the consequences. If he was lucky, maybe he could come out on top this time and be truly free.

But that would be once he entered Devil May Cry, something he would wait until daytime for. He didn't want to catch his master just returning from a demon hunt and ready to shoot anything that had fangs and claws. So in the darkness of the desert night, he stood atop a building across from the Devil Hunter's shop. His senses were attuned for any hint of magic approaching him, but he might not register an ordinary human right away.

Comments

[patricided]

You learn to weed out the bullshit with enough study. Still useful as a starting point even if I need to consult other sources in the long run.

[superstylishschism]

Wish I could help, but I didn't even get much news from the underworld except for the big stuff after the start of the war between humans and demons.

[patricided]

Don't worry about it. This is one part of the job I really prefer doing on my own. Less confusion in the end result.

[Carefully she closes the book and sets it aside writing the page number on the legal pad so as not to do damage to the binding.]

Feel better?

[superstylishschism]

I always tend to feel better after a hot shower. Well, aside from not being able to sit on anything I shouldn't get wet, anyway...

[patricided]

You poor thing.

[She tilts her head back. Oh bad choice, face full of bare chest.]

You mind?

[superstylishschism]

*At least he's clean? But he does scoot aside a bit to get out of her face.*

Sorry, bit hard to recognize a language I'm only half familiar with from a distance.

[patricided]

[Clean is good. And the space is a much needed reprieve.]

I don't mind you reading over my shoulder when the language intrigues you. Can't you put your shirt on though?

[superstylishschism]

Ever tried to put on stretchy clothes over wet limbs? Not easy.

[patricided]

There's these inventions called towels. You have noticed me wearing one earlier.

[superstylishschism]

*Just going to. Point at the one over his hair.*

There's this thing called soft skin, it doesn't like having things scrubbed over it. There's only so dry I can get my wings with a towel without leaving them sore.

[patricided]

[She tilts her head at him a moment]

I'm just not going to comment on that at all.

[superstylishschism]

Hey, I tried to be vague...

*Not his fault wings have to be sensitive to be any use...*

[patricided]

[Or not use too if memory serves.]

Sorry I have a very vivid memory of needing to make a hasty escape because of them.

[superstylishschism]

Hey, I tried to warn you! You were the one who couldn't take a hint.

[patricided]

They shouldn't be that soft.

[superstylishschism]

They kinda have to be. If they aren't very...receptive to sensation, I won't be able to use them to feel my way around air currents. And then, I can't steer properly and things get painful.

[patricided]

All the more reason to keep my hands to myself for the rest of forever where they're concerned. Wouldn't want to break them on you.

[superstylishschism]

They're sensitive, not delicate. You're not going to break anything with your bare hands unless you mean to.

[patricided]

Better if I don't all the same.

[superstylishschism]

Hmmm...at least not until you're a little less likely to turn into a tomato if you poke too much at the wrong part.

[patricided]

Not going to happen.

[superstylishschism]

*Raising an eyebrow a bit. River in Egypt, much? He doesn't even need to be an empath to tell she's repressing...*

Why's it freak you out so much, anyway? I get that there's a cultural stigma attached around here, but this seems like more than just that.

[patricided]

[Not repressing, just focused]

It doesn't freak me out.

[superstylishschism]

*If it was just focused, then wouldn't you be okay with admitting to it when you didn't have anything important to be doing?*

Uh-huh. So is that why you turned bright red and hid your face when I accidentally made a comment that could be taken as something dirty?

[patricided]

[Maybe, or it just didn't matter at this point.]

Maybe it was just embarrassing?