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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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[He doesn't arrive too much later, strolling through the plaza with a rather smug look on his face. But... He is a bit nervous. As far as body romance goes, he's a pro, more experience then he'll ever need. But romancing like this, dating, that, that's all a bit different. Summoner never had the time for that sort of thing, so it's not something he's used to doing. But he's a hopeless romantic so maybe that will help? Either way, his cardiovascular pump is beating a bit fast as he continues to think about the best way to approach everything, and if his ideas for this outing will even work. Curse Vatheon for not having buildings easily accessible with horns...]

Oh, you've yet to even do anything and I'm already being swept off my feet.

[Said as he steps up to him, eyes pulling up Izaya and taking in every inch of him. Summoner smiles wide, holding out a hand to him to pull Izaya up from his seat. Summoner does his best to keep calm, reminding himself this is more just to keep the other company, and not really something to be treated so delicately. It's a real date without being a real date. He... he thinks?]

[Honestly, Izaya knows only of romance from what he's read from books. Things he had digested with a numb mind. That and experiences that had left girls suicidal but that wasn't exactly a positive perspective on romance. One he didn't take too seriously. Romance and sex and things were never things he took too seriously.

Although, it doesn't stop him from smiling smoothly at Summoner in a mostly genuine way. Which is saying something for Izaya. ]

What, do I really look that good?

[That smile turns more into a coy smirk. He's not entirely used to people looking at him like Summoner does so openly but he doesn't squirm. Instead, he returns the favor and stares critically at the troll, his head tilted to the side as he scrutinizes the creature's entire physical existence.

It was almost ironic that his first real date was with something of a monster.

His eyes flick to the offered hand and well- it was show time. He grabbed a hold of the troll's hand and helped himself up. He didn't let go of his hand right away but instead held it tightly in his own, staring blankly at Summoner.]

So what have you got planned? Is there a horse drawn carriage involved? Roses? Champagne~? Poetry?

[As far as books go, yeah, Summoner might have learned a few things from literature here and there, but nothing noteworthy. This date with Izaya would be one of the very few he's ever gone on, so it's a wonder if it'll be a good experience or not. So far? Seems okay, he feels like he and Izaya get along well, even if they haven't spoken much, maybe not a deep connection, but their not clashing horns or anything.]

Spectacular, at least to me. By your own race's standards you could be hideous. [Chuckles.] I think I have a taste for the exotic though.

[Yeah, there is no shame in how he looks at Izaya, their first meeting didn't really help either. Though Summoner realized Izaya was a bit of a prankster, more for messing around then actually getting at the down and dirty business. Which was okay, Summoner wasn't stepping into this naive, still, didn't hurt to look or imagine. Even if, he really had no clue as to what Izaya had under his clothes. Whatever race he was could have like... tentacles or something. Weird.]

Well, let me start with, are you afraid of heights?

[Smirks, holds Izaya's hand in his as well, thumb stroking over skin that was so much softer than oh so many troll's could ever have.]

I think it's safe to say that I'm not hideous among my race's standards. At least not that I know of. Ah? Do I look exotic to you, is that it?

[As much as Izaya has understood that all of these gathered people from a variety of universes are technically other races, it's the first time that it has really been openly acknowledged as such. He hadn't put much thought into it himself but now that he's looking at Summoner, he has to wonder how much they really do differ.

All of which could be found out in due time.]

Me? Afraid of heights? [Oh, Summoner.] Not really.

[His eyes are focused, for a moment, on Summoner's horns. He recollects their first meeting and begins to smirk a little. He doesn't make a move to touch the troll's horns again though but instead cozies into Summoner's personal space by literally pressing up against his side, sliding their fingers entirely together.]

Y'know, I think I like how you look. There's a lot to play with. A lot to look at.

[That's when he looks at his wings and- oh! Realization hits.]

Are you going to fly me somewhere?

I think you do, but that colour skin will always look exotic to me.

[Smiles, moving his free hand up to graze fingers along Izaya's jawline. Pink, with a slight yellow tint, he never thought he'd like that colour so much, never thought of it as a skin colour. It almost makes it... look fake to him, like it's not really flesh. What an odd thought.]

[He's mentally noting that if this Izaya is playing with him, he's very good at it. Not that Lysunder is complaining, he rather enjoys the feeling of someone cuddling close to him, holding his hand like that. It's been a while since he had someone just that close, and he can feel his ears heat up thinking about it. The troll smiles wider, gripping Izaya's hand in his as he slides fingers along the other's lower back.]

Perhaps? Would you be against something like that?

Yours looks alien. Then again I guess that's what we get for having ridiculous notions of alien species. Although I guess you could technically count as an alien. Which is kinda neat...Do you have tentacles anywhere?

[He's even looking over Summoner as if to expect one to pop out of nowhere. That's of course when Summoner decides to touch him and Izaya stiffens a little. While he doesn't look scared necessarily, his body language is moderately tense. He's not too used to others touching him or making such advances so it's a bit surprising.

Okay, this whole week and the past few have been weird as hell. Izaya was better at adapting when it didn't have to do directly with him. He doesn't really like how he can still feel Summoner's touch even after it's gone either. Warm.]

Not really. I've been flown once before. It wasn't too bad. A little weird though since it was on a cluster of bats. Maybe riding with you will be a little more impressive, hn?

[And he grabs onto one of Summoner's horns with his free hand, sliding his body around to instead be against his chest instead. Izaya normally isn't so physical with anyone. Even when teasing so this is unusual.

But then again, he's also pretty fascinated with this other worldly creature. Maybe the excessive touching is just to be expected.]

So let's get going then. The night's young and I just woke up. Careful of my side by the way- missing some skin there right now. Had a little accident~.

[He had felt the tenderness of his mild wound when Summoner touched his lower back. It wasn't horrible but he knew that it could get pretty damn irritated pretty quick.]

What's a common theme to the human ideas of aliens? Grey? [Smiles, moving a hand up to poke his own cheek.]

No tentacles here, though I can say the same for those briny bastards. Heh, unless tentacles are your think, hm? Why don't you just imagine whatever you like.

[Izaya tensing at his touch was actually kind of relaxing, made Izaya seem a little more real and less like someone here to just mess with him, someone made of falsehoods and tricks. Summoner wouldn't take anything too far though, he might be a physical person, but he won't go over boundaries the other party hasn't stepped over them selves. Izaya? He's opening up new things time and time again with how close he's getting to Summoner, and the troll can't help but wonder if this is a regular thing for this person or not... For now he'll just play it safe.]

Everything with me is impressive, you're on your way to realizing that.

[A smirk that quickly tenses over his fangs a little when Izaya grabs his horn. Right, he, doesn't really realize that 'horn grabbing' is actually a thing in troll culture... At least Izaya isn't grabbing the base, right? Since Summoner's horns are pretty much completely numb past there by now through constant stimulation from various branches, hands, blades, what have you. His eyes move to follow the other as he slides around him and Summoner cocks a brow with a smirk.]

While we're up, might you explain this 'cluster of bats'? I'm quite curious.

[A snicker before he bends down and slides an arm behind Orihara's knees, the other letting go of his hand and pressing to his upper back, between shoulder blades. Summoner quickly turns him so he's cradled horizontally infront of him, held by either of his arms, and crouches, wings opening up from their folded position, and leaps up high. Summoner's wings go from there, lifting them higher as he watches the roof of the bubble, his glass ceiling from Alternia made true in Vatheon.]

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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