Such a Gray Day (SG)

[Lady Leaf]

Red Hair / Purple Eyes / Pale Skin

Jackass? Had he deserved that one? Probably. He wasn’t sure. His mind was still too drunk to figure out it out. The confusion only worsened when Ryan continued to speak. Wasn’t what he was saying the very thing Sen had just answered? The only people who would know Sen had the ID was him and Ryan. Which meant the only way this Billy guy would find out Sen had it was if Ryan heard the man claim he was Billy and that his ID was missing and then told on him. But perhaps… Ryan was meaning something else? Though it was likely in his own drunken stat that he had confused his own words. He almost wanted to blurt out that Billy wouldn’t come back here to retrace his steps because his wallet had been stolen but he figured that only cause an even bigger issue

“Than he’d be screwed.” Sen answered before he clued into something Ryan said, “You don’t have an ID?” Well, it wasn’t like Sen had one either. After all, the real name he want by wasn’t even his real name but that didn’t matter. He at least had the memory loss as a reason to not have one. Ryan on other hand… what reason could he have for not having one? Besides that it changed the subject… hopefully in Sen’s favour.

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[Admiral Striker General]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc64/Heart-of-Thorns/VC/Ryantable.png);color:#990000;width:470;height:294;][atrb=style,border:3 darkred groove,bTable][scrolly:h(202),w(262),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:52px;margin-left:14px;margin-right:175px;)]"Exactly,", Ryan sighed in exasperation toward both statements. "Makes it really fucking difficult t'do anything.." He leered. "Likegetajob.." Even on the best runs, when it came time to give some ID, even the most menial and desperate employers would be hesitant if not kick him out right there. One would think in these times it could be overlooked a bit, but anyone dealing with nobles didn't want to hire a known rebel and any rebel allies didn't want any blueblood in their midst and so-on, it seemed. Lowering his head to rest in his hand, Ryan gave a longer sigh. Just bitching wasn't going to change it, right? And.. hadn't the younger man used a 'reward' for that as an excuse to take him out? ...Eh. He supposed he'd seen worse pick-up lines. "Jist..." He looked back up, looking suddenly very weary- though admittedly this could have been largely due to just being tired and half-drunk. "Promise me you'll turn that card in'n the mornin'?" [/scrolly]

[Lady Leaf]

Red Hair / Purple Eyes / Pale Skin

Huh… Sen never really figured a simple ID would have Ryan so upset. Nor had he looked at an ID being so important before. It mildly made him wonder if he should feel guilty for all the wallets and ID’s he’d stolen. Hundreds of people ID’less because of him. Could it turn their lives to hell? Eh, he really didn’t care. Most likely he would be making someone ID’less again tomorrow.

He found himself sucking in a deep breath as Ryan asked him to make a promise. Really, the entire thing seemed like a pain in the behind but if meant he would still have a man to sleep with that night… “All right, I…” He paused mid sentence remembering that he had tossed the ID out in the bathroom garbage can. It was going to be rather hard to make such a promise without the card. So, Sen quickly lifted a finger as if to say, wait one moment, before turning and quickly making his way back to the bathroom. Next thing he knew, he was reaching through the garbage to find the ID. Luckily he found it but not without the raised eyebrow of the man washing his hands at the sinks. “You’d do it too if meant you were getting laid.” Sen blurted out in explanation to the man washing his hands before shoving the ID into his pocket and heading back out to Ryan.

“Alright. I promise I will hand the card in, in the morning.” He had no idea where he was going to hand card into. There was no way he could go to anyone who helped uphold the law. That be like handing himself over on a silver platter. Perhaps he could just hand it over to the hotel clerk after he left in the morning. Yes, that would work. It still felt like a pain in the ass, but he had an issue with not at least trying to keep a promise. At least if the intent of keeping the promise was there...

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[Admiral Striker General]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc64/Heart-of-Thorns/VC/Ryantable.png);color:#990000;width:470;height:294;][atrb=style,border:3 darkred groove,bTable][scrolly:h(202),w(262),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:52px;margin-left:14px;margin-right:175px;)]Ryan sat dumbfounded as the man suddenly ran toward.. the restroom? His first awkward thought was that he was suddenly feeling sick, but.. he wasn't really acting it otherwise? After the few minutes waiting to consider everything in context, though, Ryan managed to form a pretty good guess, facepalming as he did. He did not realize his new acquaintance had returned until he heard him finish his promise, though by this time the relief it gave was minimal. "Why..." he sighed, "do I get the feeling you're the type I've been trying to get away from..." Maybe he was meant for the back alley life... He certainly seemed to attract that sort of attention more than any other over his record.. [/scrolly]

[Lady Leaf]

Red Hair / Purple Eyes / Pale Skin

Sen let out half a laugh when Ryan claimed he had the feeling Sen was the type he was trying to get away from. He couldn’t really argue with the man because most likely Ryan was right. At least, Sen figured the green eyed man would know himself the best. “Because when you are trying to avoid something it’s always the first thing you run into.” he replied with a smug smirk. His body leaned up against the table, reaching out a hand to lightly touch under Ryan’s chin. “I figure you should just enjoy it for the night and be happy tomorrow when it’s vanished.” Yes, he was referring to himself when he said ‘it’.

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[Admiral Striker General]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc64/Heart-of-Thorns/VC/Ryantable.png);color:#990000;width:470;height:294;][atrb=style,border:3 darkred groove,bTable][scrolly:h(202),w(262),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:52px;margin-left:14px;margin-right:175px;)]...the hell? Was he still trying to-... Ryan fought back the small blush that rose when the young man touched his face and gave a half-sarcastic, disbelieving chuckle. "Well, I guess I 'ave t'admire yer persistence.." he said dryly. With everything once again weighing heavily on his mind, however, Ryan no longer really felt like it. Had he been completely sober, he may have walked on out then and there. Sighing, he proposed, "Tell ya what. I'm exhausted.. So ya got five minutes ta make me reconsider afore I head out ta get a hotel fer one." Why not? He hadn't been considering it before for no reason, nor was any part of that reason his alleged identity, so as long as he made sure the card got back.. And this put a hard limit. If the guy did well, Ryan got laid; if not, he likely got a laugh at the failed attempt and got to sleep a lot sooner. "Oh hey, and gimme a new name, will ya?" Constantly thinking of him as 'the man' or 'the guy' was getting both annoying and degrading. [/scrolly]

[Lady Leaf]

Red Hair / Purple Eyes / Pale Skin

The smile on Sen’s face still hung around as Ryan spoke, however it slowly became softer, almost devilish looking. So, the man was going to dare him to play games. Alright, Sen could play the game. The one thing Ryan may have been catching onto was that Sen was far from shy and he had no problem showing the world what he wanted to do this man if challenged into it. “Well… you told me lips touching wasn’t aloud…” he said calmly, slowly drawing closer to Ryan as the finger on his chin began to trail down the green eyed mans neck and down to the chest, “And five minutes just… isn’t enough time for another drink…” his voice grew even lower as finger continued trailing down Ryan’s body, making it the mans upper leg. Even his body drew a bit closer so he was practically whispering in his ear “But if you let me, I can do things you. Would never. Imagine.” With that, he gave Ryan’s leg a rather strong squeeze. He expected that the man would either push him away for this or simply freeze in embarrassment. Most did one or the either.

[Admiral Striker General]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc64/Heart-of-Thorns/VC/Ryantable.png);color:#990000;width:470;height:294;][atrb=style,border:3 darkred groove,bTable][scrolly:h(202),w(262),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:52px;margin-left:14px;margin-right:175px;)]And indeed, it was the latter. Ryan's face more or less matched his hair at this point, and he choked on any attempt at words. So flustered was he that he didn't even notice the lack of a new name being given yet. He.. But.. He didn't like this guy. At several points he somewhat disliked him. And yet... "I.." he breathed before swallowing hard. His voice was rather shaky as he went on. "I'm not denyin' yer.... talented, or... gorgeousreally.. but.." Oh man, was he.. Ryan... really liked that build, he'd discovered.. Short enough to... reallycuddle.. but still tall enough to keep some air of masculinity.. If he wanted a completely girly man, he'd just find a girl, after all.. And... a body that was thin and lean, but still a bit toned.. It was the body of someone who did light work, but a lot of it.. So strong, yet light, and.... Ryan choked a bit again as he suddenly realized who he could've been looking at judging from body alone. "..Four minutes..." [/scrolly]

[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] But what? Damn it. why was this man playing hard to get? Was it all because of that lie? But in a sense it was better to tell the truth, wasn’t it? Yes it was. Good, for a moment he was almost thinking he might have actually regretted doing something. There was absolutely no possibility that his mind was currently tricking him into thinking he wasn’t regretting this… right? Right. Four minutes.. Well perhaps there was one way to fix this so he wouldn’t be finding a new sleeping partner tonight… or the side of the road. “Sen Onni.” He stated suddenly, pulling away from Ryan a little and breaking eye contact with the man for a moment before looking back down, “That’s my real name. Or… the name I actually go by.” It couldn’t possibly be his real name but it was as close to a real name that he could remember. His gang called him it and went he wasn’t feeling in the mood to lie, it was the name he gave. There was small hint of nervousness in his voice when giving the real name, even if Sen himself hadn’t noticed it. He had simply washed any realization that he was nervous giving the name out by smiling. “I’m down to three minutes now, aren’t I?” Damn he didn’t like time limits. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

[Admiral Striker General]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc64/Heart-of-Thorns/VC/Ryantable.png);color:#990000;width:470;height:294;][atrb=style,border:3 darkred groove,bTable][scrolly:h(202),w(242),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:52px;margin-left:14px;margin-right:175px;)]Something in Ryan twitched rather hard, and he mentally facetabled, managing to resist doing it physically. While... he had asked for a name and all, that... He really didn't seem to be getting the idea with wanting this to be as impersonal as possible.. Ryan honestly wished he hadn't given his own real name, and then.... Oi vey. The redhead sighed. "We'll call it two..." he muttered, only just keeping himself from going back on the countdown at all and just walking right out. [/scrolly]

[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Two minutes? That was completely unfair. Sen didn’t understand at all. Lying was bad to this man, and had given him the time limit in the first place. Yet telling the truth was also bad and shortened his time limit. He was as picky as a woman. One of the many reasons he wasn’t attracted to them… or so he told himself. If he hadn’t of bought this guy drinks he would have given up already. Or was it because of that chest? Why the hell had that man opened up his shirt? He wanted to torture him, didn’t he? Sen found himself biting his bottom lip for a moment as his hand made it’s way down to join his other hand on Ryan’s lap. If there was one thing Sen knew about being a man was that no man, or very, very few, couldn’t stay down when being touched in such a sensitive spot. “Don’t be like that.” Sen cooed softly, his hands carefully rubbing the inner of Ryan’s legs, “You know you’re going to have to fix that with or without company tonight. What’s the harm in making it with?” If being truthful didn’t work, nor did putting fantasies into his head work, then the more direct way was the only way Sen could think of doing. The entire time Sen hadn’t even noticed the waiter heading their direction before suddenly stopping and turning right back around. It seemed the waiter really did not want to interrupt. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

[Admiral Striker General]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc64/Heart-of-Thorns/VC/Ryantable.png);color:#990000;width:470;height:294;][atrb=style,border:3 darkred groove,bTable][scrolly:h(202),w(262),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:52px;margin-left:14px;margin-right:175px;)]And again the man turned beet red. Well.... Then.... Um... Swallowing rather hard, Ryan went through a few seconds of mental spasm before deciding if Sen, apparently, was going to start being so truthful, he may as well follow suit. "Because..." he began, fumbling. "I.. said I 'as through with on'-night stands.. .... An'... I'm... I'm in love.." He'd said it. "With a man..." And to someone he'd probably never see again after just a few more minutes. But he'd really admitted it. As if he hadn't realized it ages ago, but... still. "He's straight an' I'm purty sure I'll ne'er see 'im again but I...." He gritted his teeth, looking away, though all this time and even now he made no direct attempt to push Sen away, instead just trying to ignore him. "I'd still feel 'ike I 'as....." Was he 28 or 12? God he must sound stupid, but... Well, Sen was the one who'd asked. [/scrolly]

[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] When Ryan began talking, using the ‘swore off one night stands’ tactic, Sen was ready to slide his hands a bit further down his thigh and… but then he mentioned the L word. Something Sen had never had and something he was certain he would never have. The more Ryan spoke about this man the lighter his grip on Ryan’s legs got before finally he slide them off and stood up. He didn’t look at Ryan and instead made his way back to the bench he had originally been sitting in and picked up his jacket. Ryan had won. He would give up on trying for the one night stand. “Love’s something I don’t think I’d feel even if my soul mate was standing right in front of me.” Sen explained, his voice low a bit colder than usual for Sen. “Whether or not you're love is simply lust for something you can’t have or real, I…” He looked up at Ryan and gave him a rather soft, cheerful smile, “Don’t want to screw it up. I’m sorry for… everything, I guess.” He wasn’t sure why he was apologizing but over the years he had learned when it seemed to be a good time to. A few times he got it wrong and apologized for things he shouldn’t be. Other times he didn’t apologize when he actually should have. Right now for some reason he figured he should. After all, he had been trying to force the man to sleep with him even if that man had sort of tempted him. “But really, do up your shirt. It, teamed up with your hair… it’s kind of irresistible.” Maybe he still had time to find a single, lonely man... hum, probably not. Not any he wouldn't scare away with the drunken smell on his breath at least. Well, maybe he'd be lucky enough to find a dry spot to sleep. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

[Admiral Striker General]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc64/Heart-of-Thorns/VC/Ryantable.png);color:#990000;width:470;height:294;][atrb=style,border:3 darkred groove,bTable][scrolly:h(202),w(242),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:52px;margin-left:14px;margin-right:175px;)]Ryan... wasn't sure just how to feel.. But somehow, that little bit of.. sympathy, he guessed.. All the negativity that had been building up faded away. Then watching him leave, Ryan almost panicked a little. As against it as he'd been, the thought of actually losing his chance- rather, that he wasn't the one giving up his chance, but rather it was walking away- suddenly made him... well... "Hey." He got up, following and hovering a little behind Sen. "..Do.. you have a place to stay?" That.. was a valid question, right? Since.. it had sounded like Ryan was the one to be paying for a room, right? [/scrolly]

[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Sen stopped and looked up at Ryan with a small “Huh?” when the red headed man called out to him. He was, well, rather shocked to hear Ryan’s question which was clear by the expression on his face that he quickly tried to cover up with a smile. “Nope. But I’m sure I’ll find something.” Course that something wouldn’t be a soft bed or even a crappy cheep hotel one. Not like he wasn’t use to it. It came with his chosen life style after all. Though it did make Sen wonder why Ryan was asking about it all of a sudden. Was he still trying to tease him? Perhaps. Or maybe it had been a valid, wanting to know, question. Which ever it was, Sen wasn’t going to get his hopes up too high. What if he ended up regretting getting his hopes up? That be bad right? Right. And he never had to regret anything before so he could keep himself from doing so now. Though just getting to sleep next to the man would be… really, really nice right about now. He could keep his hands to himself… maybe… kind of… he could try… Might fail... [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

[Admiral Striker General]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc64/Heart-of-Thorns/VC/Ryantable.png);color:#990000;width:470;height:294;][atrb=style,border:3 darkred groove,bTable][scrolly:h(202),w(262),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:52px;margin-left:14px;margin-right:175px;)]Ryan blushed now, not really sure how to go about this from here.. "Oh. ... Well, in that case, I..." He drew a deep breath, nervous though it was hard to place why when he knew already it was a sure thing. ... Of course, when he thought more, that was what was making him nervous, wasn't it... Closing the gap between them, Ryan drew him into a hug, shirt still open despite Sen's earlier words, though the embrace was more akin to a scared child than anything passionate at the moment, Ryan's head dipped down toward Sen's shoulder. A little amusing, considering the relative size of each party. "Thank you.." he almost-whimpered. If... only his words... If only he really did have that chance.. "But you... couldn't mess it up.." He loosened his grip a bit and looked away. "If.... I ever see 'im again, he's like as not to kill me.." It.. really didn't sound like a metaphor.. "An' I'm.... running..." he sighed. From so much lately. But especially... if reluctantly.. from Kamui.. Forcing a smile, he half-glanced back toward him and mumbled in reference to Sen's leaving, "And.. I think I really do want what I can't have..." The smile widened a bit, though it remained distant. "An' yer last minute was pretty convincing.." He forced a laugh. The countdown still technically had been going.. right? "If... yer still int'rested?" [/scrolly]

[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Sen noticed the blush in the other man’s cheek yet he didn’t say anything, not wanting to ruin the possible chance he was might be getting. As Ryan began to reply his excitement began to grow, though he tried his best not to let that show too much either. ‘Come one, just invite me to join you! I want to sleep next to really god looking guy for once. You know you want to too.’ his mind yelped in excitement yet he still managed to keep the same expression on his face. That was, until Ryan suddenly hugged him. It wasn’t very often that he found himself being hugged and it was even rarer to be hugged in the way he was being hugged now. It seemed this man had a few bundled up issues he didn’t get to tell others very often. Sen didn’t mind having them spilled on to him, he just hoped he reacted properly. In some ways he was sort of jealous of Ryan, even if it seemed what he was saying now was hurting him. Sen kind of wished he could feel all the things Ryan was feeling. Worry, sadness… love, caring… Things Sen didn’t really understand or fully feel. Sometimes he fear could help him pretend he was feeling what he was suppose to be feeling but always liked to imagine what the real feelings would be like. Sadly for Ryan, Sen didn’t have those feelings. Nor did he have the feelings of sympathy. Instead the only thing going through his mind other then wishing that he did have feelings was the, ‘Oh. My. HOT. DAMN. I’ll fallow him all the way home if I have to. His… oh damn he is hot.’ The feel of his bare chest on him and the smell of his gorgeous red hair and, oh if this was what love felt like he could feel it everyday and night! Course, he knew it probably wasn’t. But damn he didn’t mind pretending. Sen had a rather blank expression on his face as he listened to Ryan spill a few things out about the man he loved and why he couldn’t ever be with him. It wasn’t until the end when Ryan mentioned the Sen’s last minute and then asked if he was still interested that he finally smiled again. He just had to remember to keep his response from seeming too playful or joke filled. “It be kind of nice, yah.” Sen replied keeping his voice soft in his own attempt to sound sympathetic. It didn’t sound sympathetic at all but at lest he tried. “And I can still stick to all your conditions as well.” Mostly because half of them was his own conditions as well. He just wished he could kiss the guy. He was so damn hot and well… Sen liked kissing. What could he say? Perhaps getting personal with a guy for one night was just something he enjoyed. Either way, he had just TOTALLY SCORED HUGE this time!! [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

[Admiral Striker General]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc64/Heart-of-Thorns/VC/Ryantable.png);color:#990000;width:470;height:294;][atrb=style,border:3 darkred groove,bTable][scrolly:h(202),w(242),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:52px;margin-left:14px;margin-right:175px;)]Ryan blushed a little harder as he agreed, though not in a bad way. Thinking over everything he'd even listed, he realized... well... "It... might be okay to leave off one of 'em..." he mumbled softly. Green eyes gazed into violet a moment. They.. weren't blue... but they were still pretty.. And the more he thought about it... the more an evening like this just wouldn't feel right if he avoided.... Pulling him in close, Ryan broke his own rule, then, kissing the younger man. When he closed his eyes, he found himself pretending it wasn't Sen at all, but... Well.. This would work... |3 [/scrolly]

[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] “Wh…” He was about to ask which rule Ryan was thinking of when his own eyes locked with Ryan’s beautiful green eyes. They weren’t gray like he always dreamed the perfect man would have but damn, they were pretty sexy. Such a bright colour of green was rare. Then it happened. His question was answered without him even having to ask. And holy Arceus he was enjoying it. They guy was almost perfect… well, aside from some obvious emotional issues and what not making even less than almost but… currently those issues meant nothing and Sen was able to create his own fantasies through the kiss. Somehow during the kiss, that Sen was purposely trying to make last, he had managed to set a hand on that sexy chest of Ryans. His other hand had set it’s self on his hip. Much to Sen’s disappointment the kiss did come to an end and Sen found himself slowly opening his eyes and looking up at Ryan with a soft grin. “Should we… find that hotel of yours before we get kicked out of the restaurant?” Sen asked, a little teasingly. He could a fell a few eyes watching them now and he wasn’t quiet sure how Ryan would take that. After all, the man had told Sen before that he had never actually gone on a date with another man before. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

[Admiral Striker General]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc64/Heart-of-Thorns/VC/Ryantable.png);color:#990000;width:470;height:294;][atrb=style,border:3 darkred groove,bTable][scrolly:h(202),w(262),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:52px;margin-left:14px;margin-right:175px;)]Oddly enough, Ryan didn't seem to notice the stares, but seemed reluctant, as if second-guessing himself. Honestly, he was suddenly almost wondering whether he wanted to wait that long or just carry him out to the back alley... Mmm, as terrible as waiting sounded, sleeping on the street did sound worse. Besides, he thought he might remember where he'd seen a hotel eariler not far from that last interview. "..Yeah..." Ryan sighed, but then leaned down to kiss him again. His logic from before held, unfortunately, but.. Damn if it didn't help set the mood so very much. Upon finally breaking it off, he brought up a hand to trace Sen's lips lightly and half-whispered, half-mumbled, "I.. reallywannasee 'atelse'esecando..." [/scrolly]