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Characters: Orihara Izaya & The Summoner
Location: The Plaza to start with
Time: 7 on the dot
Style: Whatever. We'll start with action. Can go to prose if you like. I don't care~
Status: Closed

[He was there a little early. Izaya had always been pretty punctual and a date was no different than a meeting. If anything there was more reason to make it in time. Not that he was very concerned with making a good impression. That had never been his thing.

Although. He did wear his long jacket because it did compliment his hips quite a bit.

Currently though he was sitting on one of the many benches around the fountain and simply staring at it as he waited for his date. He seemed a bit tired though the corner of his mouth was up in a slight grin.

Well. He was looking forward to this.]

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Kinda. Grey, blue, green. Nothing much outside of those three colors. Green was more for commercialized aliens. With these big, oval shaped heads and big, black almond eyes. [He's making the shapes over his own head with his hands as if to paint the picture.] Rode in UFOs. These spinning discs- I always liked the theory of aliens but I won't bore you with that.

Oh no, no. I'm not really into tentacles. That's kinda pushing it on the whole bestiality thing which is sort of weird. Not that I really judge anyone for what they like but the more man, the better.

[Izaya gives him a bit of a look at the confident statement but tucks it away to bring up later the moment Summoner fails to impress him. Although really, so far Summoner's pretty right about that. It's not too hard to impress Izaya when you're of a different species though.]

Sure- why not? I like hearing my own voice.

[And he hitched his breath just a little when Summoner finally lifts him up. He keeps a hold onto that horn. This time around he's not really trying to seduce Summoner or mess around with him. It's a grounding comfort that he can't entirely explain. Especially as they go up into the air and his stomach flips at the initial sensation.

But he wasn't afraid of heights. He's run down the scale of a sky scraper before and straight at the ground. Heights are nothing. He admires the view as they go higher and higher. Then a thought strikes him.]

Say, have you ever tried to see how high you can fly over at the island and if you can fly away from it? Granted that could become dangerous I'd imagine, especially if it's the only island on this planet. But I doubt that's the situation...

[He slides his hand down lower onto Summoner's horn and looks up at his face instead of the city.]

My friend's a vampire. He decided to fly me over to the gardens or something one night and how he flies is by transforming into a hundred bats or so that merge together and it lifted me up. It was odd but I don't mind bats too much. Eh- am I heavy to try and fly with? Or do you have some sort of abnormal strength~?

Hmm, when you say the more man, what exactly to you mean? The more 'human'? Do you find it comforting when something is similar to you? I suppose that is something that would make some interactions easier.

[A low chuckle left him when Izaya tensed up. Again Izaya feels like a real person and Summoner can't help but enjoy it. Knowing Izaya is trying to mess with him here and there, and then seeing him sweat a little, it's just reassuring and attractive. It's better when you can kind of see insecurities and fears, things that make people more sociable.]

I haven't spent that much time on the island, I'd like to. I had planned to do so at some point anyway! I could definitely try seeing how high I can fly too. I doubt it'll be too bad of an outc-!

[Summoner's jaw locks, eyelids fluttering as he feels the hand grip around the base of his horn. They falter a little, but his wings quickly catch up again, keeping them steady, but no longer moving. Lysunder lets out a deep breath and looks to Izaya with pursed lips.]

Careful, I'd be very upset if something were to befall you because you tried something a little perverse while I carried you.

Vampire? [A breath, trying to concentrate, despite the hand on his horn.] I don't understand that word.

And no, I'm not abnormally strong, at least I don't think. I've been training all my life, and uh, I think trolls are generally stronger then humans, from what I have seen so far. You feel fairly light to me.

[Either Izaya really doesn't notice Summoner stammer or he just pretends not to notice. Either way, he doesn't move his hand and he doesn't acknowledge Summoner whatsoever outside of a slight glance.]

Perverse? [What is innocence?] I don't think I know what you mea- ah your horn? That's right. It turns you on! Nnnhaha. What, is this like your dick or something? How weird.

[This isn't him being cynical. Just inappropriately amused.]

A vampire? You don't? Well. It's a mythical creature- well. Thought to be mythical in a lot of human worlds. They're technically dead. Cold. Pale. Look like me. They drink human's blood. Can't be in direct sunlight. I always thought that they were fake but then coming here I've met one.

Well I am quite lean for an average human male. I pride myself in taking care of my body. How-ever.

[Right. They're flying. He looks down and stares at the scope of Vatheon for a moment.]

-Don't get me wrong, Lysunder, this is a real romantic view but I hope this isn't all you have planned for the evening. I get bored rather easily. Unless you're a wonderful conversationalist.

[He slides his hand down Summoner's horn but just as quickly he slides his hand up it to readjust his grip moreso than to tease Summoner. He's not really even thinking like that right now.]

[Wouldn't hurt to be a little more perceptive, Izaya. That hand is really making it hard for him to concentrate, chills are using his spine as a freeway while the fingers grip around the base of it, but he does his best to keep in the air, finally remembering where they were going and heads that way.]

It's not like my dick, haa, it's just. It's just something that feels good, w-w-w. [Jaw clenches.] Which is some a lot of trolls will agree with me on. Since I'm used the the rest of my horns being banged and buried constantly, the bases can be a lot more sensitive. [...Not that he needed to say that and give the other more fodder.]

Oh, a rainbow drinker? I suppose that is uh, just a cultural difference then, the using of two separate words for the same thing, um, in this case and idea. Though I did not know they were real. Also, the entire sunlight thing. Uh. Are you sure that is right? Our version if these 'vampires' seem to be okay with light, they even glow themselves.

[A smile as he looks over Izaya, eyebrow raising.]

Yeah, you seem to. It's good to take care of yourself, heh. Showing your body respect is important.

[He glances down, sighing deep, concentrate... He continues for a bit longer before reaching the woods, and he lingers over it for a moment before faltering again from Izaya moving his hands. Lysunder's eye twitches, nostrils flaring, and he glares at the other momentarily before taking into a deep breath and lowering into the trees, near a small opening.]

[The canopy is pretty dense here, but he does well to navigate branches without snagging any. Softly they land in the clearing and Summoner puts him down, lightly removing Izaya's hand from his horn and taking a deep breath before starting to move towards what looks like to be... a huge tree fort. It's a bit more extravagant though, and HUGE. It's made for his horns after all. Summoner moves over to it, trying to relax himself.]

I hope you can stand not eating meat? I don't eat it myself, and I had a strange hunger for something a little more... tangy, and bitter. [Smiles, shrugging a bit.]

Unless bitter melon isn't really your thing. It was easier for the time crunch.

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