[ It really doesn't take Cloud long to get dressed up again. Despite feeling the call of the night and the urge to transform, he really liked what he saw from this fleeting chance of an encounter. So? While he's no longer safe from the Lunar Curse, it didn't mean he was totally mindless. This time, the acerbic swordsman has enough willpower in him to decide on switching things up. He has no idea who this woman is. He didn't even dare ask a name. Nor did he think of taking condoms when all the beast within him wanted was to catch his prey. And when he did? There was no telling when he'd want to stop. It was less a game of "hide and seek" and more feeding him the most delicious of breadcrumbs.
Donning a black and golden okami mask and taking the Buster Sword from his wall, it keeps some of the more feral aspects of his transformation at bay for now despite his intent. He wasn't backing down. Nor was that building very far from where he lived. Once he got back indoors? That mask wasn't going to be necessary. ]
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[ Should Lilja train her ears well enough, she'll hear footsteps late into the night...steadily approaching and getting louder. Sure enough, the door creaks open. The sound of someone stepping in. And shutting that door. An audible click as the lock is set. No one was getting in or getting out until day broke. Setting his Buster Sword down by the doorway, it's not going with him where he's going. The hunt didn't last very long. Perhaps a half hour at the most since her last message was sent. He didn't even send anything back. Nothing like,
'Close' or 'Found you'. No...his arrival was unannounced. And as he steps into the bedroom, standing in the doorframe, he wasn't about to come here decked out in his SOLDIER uniform. All he needed was straps and the magnet to secure his Buster Sword on the way over, least any hungering Yokai saw him fit for a snack. But he was more dangerous. Hungrier yet as he arrives before her in an open, casual kimono. No belts or armor to shed or fuss with on his person as he takes a moment to drink the sight in.
Lithe, curvy and inviting in all the right places. Sensual as the ideas and thoughts that ran amok in his head long before he left his house were primed and on the brink of spilling. The last piece...his mask. As he removes it, she would be met with a mismatched pair of eyes, one softly glowing blue with the intense immersion of mako. The other? Gold, as if that inner wolf in him was begging to be released. His heart was already pounding wildly in his chest. And seeing the redheaded woman waiting at the edge of the bed for him so salacious? ]
Didn't keep you too long?
[ It may be the last considerate thought out of his mouth before he starts closing what little distance is left between them, approaching the foot of the bed as he lets his mask drop haphazardly to the floor. ]
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Donning a black and golden okami mask and taking the Buster Sword from his wall, it keeps some of the more feral aspects of his transformation at bay for now despite his intent. He wasn't backing down. Nor was that building very far from where he lived. Once he got back indoors? That mask wasn't going to be necessary. ]
[ Should Lilja train her ears well enough, she'll hear footsteps late into the night...steadily approaching and getting louder. Sure enough, the door creaks open. The sound of someone stepping in. And shutting that door. An audible click as the lock is set. No one was getting in or getting out until day broke. Setting his Buster Sword down by the doorway, it's not going with him where he's going. The hunt didn't last very long. Perhaps a half hour at the most since her last message was sent. He didn't even send anything back. Nothing like,
'Close' or 'Found you'. No...his arrival was unannounced. And as he steps into the bedroom, standing in the doorframe, he wasn't about to come here decked out in his SOLDIER uniform. All he needed was straps and the magnet to secure his Buster Sword on the way over, least any hungering Yokai saw him fit for a snack. But he was more dangerous. Hungrier yet as he arrives before her in an open, casual kimono. No belts or armor to shed or fuss with on his person as he takes a moment to drink the sight in.
Lithe, curvy and inviting in all the right places. Sensual as the ideas and thoughts that ran amok in his head long before he left his house were primed and on the brink of spilling. The last piece...his mask. As he removes it, she would be met with a mismatched pair of eyes, one softly glowing blue with the intense immersion of mako. The other? Gold, as if that inner wolf in him was begging to be released. His heart was already pounding wildly in his chest. And seeing the redheaded woman waiting at the edge of the bed for him so salacious? ]
Didn't keep you too long?
[ It may be the last considerate thought out of his mouth before he starts closing what little distance is left between them, approaching the foot of the bed as he lets his mask drop haphazardly to the floor. ]