“It….was?” Alvin tried to understand what the other was getting at. He was bad with names but he usually remembered faces really well. He paused a little bit at the other’s startled tone when he said that he wasn’t hurt, “Nah…you were rough around the edges but nothing I couldn’t handle…"
At the question Alvin’s face flushed a little, jeez of course, leave him to be the one to answer the awkward questions, “We….uh…”
”P-please! I honestly don’t remember what happened th-that day, please …“
It was begging now, wanting to know, pleading that the other would realize what it was. His green eyes looking up, almost as if he were to be struck if not given this answer. Just one, just one answer. Was it too hard to ask? His hand uplifted, catching the other’s hand within his own–
“Aw c’mon kid things like this happen from time to time you know…Then again when I asked for your name you said it wasn’t important…” He replied, though at the mentioning of being drunk he shook his head, “Sorry you were…pretty sober when we met if I recall…” He squinted again at the blond before stating, “And I could’ve sworn your eyes were a different color.."
He tilted his head in confusion, now he was really lost, “Hurt me…? Of course not.”
”…n-no…that was me…“
The colouring of his eyes confirmed that Emil was -indeed- the person who had visited this person, or perhaps more correctly, Ratatosk, but it wasn’t explaining what exactly he had done then. His expression grew almost blank as he stared at the other. ”I … I d-didn’t?“ An almost frustrated look crossed Emil’s face.
Almost.
It was soon replaced with a flushed awkwardness trying to figure it out. ”Then…erm…what…e-exactly did we do?“
“You don’t remember my name?” He asked, was he really certain that he met the younger at all? He paused before opening his eyes again to get a better look at him, something seemed…different.
“The name’s Alvin.” He finished, he tilted his head to the side, “Though…I could’ve sworn you were….” He trailed off, eh didn’t wanna sound like a dick saying the other wasn’t as timid the last time he met him.
“oh…oh g-goodness…” By the goddess, so he had done something?
Yet, when he tried to force the memories to the surface, all that could return was blurs and his lips bit down on the bottom. “W-well…you see…erm…” How to explain?
{ Maybe if I say I was drunk? That … that’d work, right? }
His eyes were quick to duck as fingers began fidgeting with a ring lightly, “I’m…I’m really sorry A-Alvin, but…I … m-might have been … just a bit drunk …” Worry was quickly capturing his chest, making it more difficult to leave. “…so…c-could you maybe…what…what did w-we do? If that’s not too much to ask, I mean.”
Green eyes looked up, a look, downcast, like a kitten that just got soaked in water and didn’t know what to do about it– “…I…d-didn’t hurt you, did I?”
The brunette looked over his shoulder at the person who barely rose his voice up, his eyes squinting just a bit….
“Have…we?” He could’ve sworn that he seen the blond before.
Then it hit him……..
“Um….y-yeah…I…thinkwehave…”
“S-sorry! I shouldn’t have–”
Emil’s voice was cut off quickly once he heard the ‘yeah i think we have’ and his face flushed awkwardly. So … they’d … m-met on prior terms? Oh dear … oh dear goddess, it must have been Ratatosk? But, but …
It’s…it’s not like anything bad happened if the man was still here. Still, if nothing bad happened … why couldn’t he remember this person?
“I’m…I’m r-really sorry b-but… I… I don’t th-think I ever got your name…”
“Is that so?…” He trailed off because he was rather startled that he got the attention of the summon spirit, especially for him wanting to do something like that. but he gave a casual shrug, giving a rather teasing grin, “Can’t say I’d refuse it."
“I wouldn’t say we’re better at making the judgement calls, but I guess some select few are good with initiative…” He approached the blond, pulling the other close to his body, tilting the other’s head up so they were eye to eye, “Good thing I’m one of them.” He whispered before locking lips with Ratatosk.
The grin plastered to the spirits lips was all too obvious as a hand found his at the hip to drag him closer. Devious eyes, watching, waiting, daring. Could the mercenary really pull off such a thing when he said something like that? Oh, we’ll see… Ratatosk himself had enough experience to feel comfortable in such acts, though Emil would be less inclined and would probably faint about here.
Body shifted, returning the kiss, hand pulling enough to grab ahold of the fancy scarf the other wore and tugged it to pull the towering other closer. Entertainment, was what he called this, the other half still too drained to do anything. Lips parted, tongue diving beyond as a devil to itself, licking along the other’s bottom lip before teeth followed to graze beyond. How much initiative does this human have?
His hair was tied up as he walked along, each step like poison to the person who followed behind him. Traitorous eyes and a small smirk allowing for people to consider him for nothing more than an eel. Women bending their pride to his charm, fingers —though calloused— smooth to the touch like needles of sparks tracing down their arms. His hand collecting fingers gently —as if it was a flower— the other’s blonde hair shifting backwards like the waving field of golden wheat.
She was always so happy. Even though she was naught but a toy to be fought over.
His lips found Colette’s knuckles, ❝Please, let me be of assistance.”
