myselfwillbear: ([Ⅳ] a drop of)
[ He's not really in the habit of checking ingredients. Because demons, humans, it's all about the same and so there's so rarely any trouble with food.

Only... well. Sometimes there is. Sometimes being, well, now. And of course, when he does have a problem, it's with a bag of candy that he's already emptied.

(there's nothing like starting to feel off and looking at the back of the bag to realise that oh, right, some of the flavorings humans use have other effects on demons and he maybe should have considered that before he ate an entire bag of this stuff)

Usually, this wouldn't be a huge issue. He could go and park himself next to Byron and ride out the high with someone who'd understand it, and then he could be lectured about remembering to keep an eye out for things like this and it'd be done with. Even Chris or Michael wouldn't be too terrible.

Except that they're all out of town, and Thomas doesn't really... have friends. Which is why he's calling Kaito now, chewing at his lip as he listens to the phone ring. ]
myselfwillbear: ([Ⅳ] shatter the air)
[ When she wakes, she's alone. Still aching from the night before, still slick with the amount of times Heartland (her alpha her alpha hers) came inside her and marked with his teeth and scent, but alone. Her nostrils are still thick with his scent but it's stale when it should be fresh, when he should be here and holding her and cementing the claim.

(IV has to take a moment, sitting on the edge of the bed because her legs have gone weak, shaky)

(she's a good, healthy omega and she'll breed well for her alpha so why did he leave her)

(why is she never wanted why isn't she good enough she)

Soon enough though, she's leaping up, a blanket from the bed wrapped around her under her arms as she storms out of the room, eyes wild as she sniffs about desperately for him (for her alpha her alpha hers).

(she still carries his scent thickly on her, enough that even a beta would be able to smell it)

(she will find him, and everyone she passes will know who she's searching for as she rushes through the halls and cries out for him) ]

Sir, sir...! Sir's omega needs him, sir!
myselfwillbear: ([Ⅳ] disarray disarray)
[ IV doesn't know a huge amount about what his crest can do. It's not as though Tron has really told him much - he knows it stops the Numbers controlling his mind, but beyond that? He wasn't told anything.

He's worked out though, on his own, that he can manifest the Numbers outside of the AR, using the crest. It's not perfect, true - Giant Killer is as small as one of his dolls, Heaven's Strings won't leave its sealed form - but they'll appear nonetheless. He's never gotten to experiment with Machu Mach or Dyson Sphere, though, much as he'd wanted to, and none of the other Numbers he's collected have ever been that interesting.

So, truth be told, he doesn't exactly have high hopes for this latest card, 96.

But he'll manifest it anyway, if only the one time, to see.

Which is why he's currently stood over Black Mist's card, crest blazing on his hand as he works on drawing it out into reality. ]
myselfwillbear: ([Ⅳ] messing with my)
[He didn't actually lock the door, even though he said he would.

(it had been too far, but after he'd said that he planned to V wouldn't bother trying the door, would she?)

Of course, that means that when there's the thump of him falling out of bed from inside the room, if V is outside like she said then there's not actually anything stopping her from coming in to see what's happening.]

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