@AshenSxul "Well, it's been three days since I found you. But you could have been out for a couple if weeks before that." He growled, cigarette dropping an ember onto his cheek.
"You've got to stop doing shit that takes you out."
@AshenSxul He crossed over to the bed, putting a hand down beside his face into the pillow and looking down at him.
"You've been out for three fucking days, you asshole. How much shit did you blast this time?"
@AshenSxul "Yeah, that sounds about right-" He chuckled softly, steeling his feet into the ground to resist the urge of tearing the other apart for a full meal.
"I'm glad ya still seem to want me around." He said, featherlight touches into the others hair.
And there he is, arms wrapped together and leaning against the wall, watching @AshenSxul with a strange expression.
"Damn... You look like shit, babe."
@AshenSxul "A lot. I've been a bit ah.... Preoccupied." There was a different air about him, as if he was more.... dangerous, more.... exotic than before.
"But I'm finally home." Was that a flash of fangs in his smile?
Was he possibly....?
@AshenSxul His grip was ironclad, unbelievably stronger than it used to be.
He held him there for a moment or two more, before releasing him, stepping back to wipe the blood off of his lips with the pad of his thumb. There was a soft smirk as the others eyes drifted over him.
"Missed ya."
@AshenSxul "Mmn.... Would it be cruel of me to say that that makes me happy...?" He mumbled against his skin, pressing soft kisses down his throat.
"I was.... beginning to think you'd lost all affection for me."
And then he sunk his teeth into his neck.
@AshenSxul "...Again?" He raised an eyebrow, crossing over to him. He pressed into him from behind, sliding his fingers down the other's arms and gently looping their fingers together over the back of his hand.
"So you see me a lot, huh...?" He mumbled, rubbing his nose against his throat.
@AshenSxul "Yeah.... 'Sme." His voice was a little hoarse as he looked him over, trying not to let the pain leak over his words.
"I half thought.... Ya wouldn't remember me, so.... Pleasant surprise, I guess." He looked at the wall, unsure why he felt guilty all of the sudden.
@TechnoKinky "Da.. Daddy..." He mumbles softly, pulling away just a bit and wiping his tears on his dad's shirt.
"Can.... Can I go get a change of clothes...?" He left his grimy combat boots at the door.
@TechnoKinky He's absolutely trembling all over, burying his face into his dad's chest.
"Even if.... Even if I'm not good...? Even if I hurt people...?" He's like a leaf in a hurricane.
@TechnoKinky "Wha....?" He looks perplexed, looking down at the posters with his name on it. He can't help himself, for all his playing it tough, fat tears are welling up in his eyes, and his hands are shaking like crazy.
"Daddy.... I... I'm sorry. I didn't think... You'd want me back."
@TechnoKinky He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down in shame, and then mumbling something like.
"I'm not.... good, dad. I've done some... bad things." He swallowed thickly.
"I couldn't.... face you, before now. I still... Maybe I can't..." He's... unsure.
@TechnoKinky He tenses almost instantly, but.... He doesn't fight it. Not one bit.
He almost seems... relieved. But as the other's arms wrap around him, they cling to something cold-
Oh. He has... An enormous gun strapped on his back.