- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Science Fiction, Fantasy, Science Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, Historical, Shounen-ai and Shoujo-ai, Psychological, Steampunk and... well, I'm actually up for most kinds of role plays.
"I'm definitely no-"
"What's wrong? Are you sick? Perhaps you should take today off work..."
Before Dominic could finish his protest, he could suddenly feel Akimitsu's hand on his forehead. His cheeks slightly tinged with pink, Dominic quickly took a step away from the demon, narrowing his eyes. "D-don't be silly, of course I'm not sick! I-I'm just...I...don't touch me!" he snapped, rubbing his cheeks in a futile attempt to make the blush go away. This situation was already embarrassing enough. "perverted old alien bastard," he muttered sulkily, averting Akimitsu's gaze.
Really, why he was constantly calling Akimitsu names or treating him like this even Dominic didn't quite understand. He had a tendency to be blunt and rude, but usually he didn't treat people this bad. In reality, it wasn't even like Dominic disliked Akimitsu or anything, nor that he disliked the fact that he had read the manga. It couldn't have done that much harm, after all. In fact, without the demons company he would probably have felt rather lonely, though he sure as hell would never have admitted it. Unable to express his affection in any other way, Dominic ended up lashing out at him constantly. Then again, half the time Akimitsu actually deserved it.
"Very well...am I supposed to telepathically find out what you want for breakfast? Or are you going to tell me?"
Dominic groaned impatiently. "Just...do something. I don't mind as long as it's edible... or are you so incompetent you can't manage that either?" he asked, his voice laced with irritation. Considering Dominic could barely make instant noodles, he probably shouldn't have said that.
"Does that mean you want me to call you that when we're alone?"
Dominic had already undressed and stepped into the shower by the time Akimitsu's words reached him. "OF COURSE NOT, IDIOT!" he yelled and then added, "SHUT UP!" despite what he was saying, his cheeks burned as he turned on the water and let it run down his back. Shutting his eyes, he started trying to sort of thoughts. If Akimitsu is indeed a demon, like in the manga... then that'd mean I have sold...s-sold...sold my soul to that freak. Dying back there would have been better than selling my soul to a devil, no? Because then at least my soul would have been free... DAMN THAT BASTARD, HE TRICKED ME!
As the realization hit him, Dominic balled his fist and slammed it against the wall, spitting out several very foul curses. "Aaaagh!" he could feel something crack, sending waves of pain through his hand and arm. "FUCK!" he exclaimed, quickly turning off the water with his unhurt hand. That was a really bad idea...