"Oh... Brrrrrr... It's getting quite chilly, isn't it?" Larishazza asks me as her shivering becomes indistinguishable from her general hyperactivity. I found it amusing and let out a light scoff in response as I began to consider handing her my cloak. For a moment, I moved to hand it to her, but a more amusing thought stopped my claws in their tracks.
"Maybe consider changing the wardrobe once in a while?" I ask her as I playfully tug at the side straps of her bra. And I chuckled even more as she slapped that lone, adventurous claw away from her goosebumpy side.
"No! I don't like other outfits!" she whines as she suddenly barrels into my side. With a gentle smile on my face, I wrapped my closest arm around her and let her snuggle into my cloak as we walked. And as she fidgeted about in the space at my side, I looked around. It was getting quite dark, even with the extensive lighting throughout the city.
"I suppose we should be getting back to the hotel." I remark as I idly play with her hair as it flowed past my palm again and again. But, at her behest, that set of claws instead found itself placed against her exposed hip. And with how seductively slim she was, it wasn't much effort to feel that end's half of her hipbone. Like a little, often and reliable rolling bump against my palm.
"I want to spend more time out here..." she whined as her head began to retreat against the rather filthy cloth. I wanted to move that precious head of hers away from it, but she chose to do it herself. And it wasn't like I could scare her out of it by pointing it out either. Somehow, she liked it, or so she has told me.
"Something bad will happen if we keep you out here in the cold night."
"You sound like my sister..." she comments with a pout as she carefully tries to maintain as much of a heat pocket as possible. Though I had to admit, I wasn't exactly the best radiator. I couldn't even feel the cold at all, really, but that was probably because I was all wrapped up. Or, maybe, osibindah just did not feel the cold as well as a human did.
I feel like that would be true, though I have forgotten if it is...
"One would think that having a sister who regularly dumps ice on you would build up some degree of resilience in you." I tease as I level one of my mask lenses near her face.
"Quiet you!" she snaps jokingly as a finger pops out and squirts the reinforced glass.
"Ah..." I mockingly cry as I take my arm off of her to wipe it off, destroying her heat pocket in the process.
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"Meanie!" she snaps more seriously this time as my arm is snatched back down to her side.
"It's your own fault!" I remind her as the lights of our hotel come into view. And just like that, she raced on inside. I came to a halt and watched her go about her strange ways for a little bit of it. It was funny to me, watching how childish she could be at times.
Running in so eagerly to hide underneath decorative blankets and cushions...
"This woman." I groan with a humourous tone as I walk in past the automatic doors. And, although I could not feel the cold outside, I could feel the warmth in here. In fact, it was one of the reasons why she suggested this place at all. A lot of the warmth I was feeling also came in with tasty, mouth-watering smells as it had quite a famous restaurant here as well.
Yet, as I turned to look at the sofa she had bundled herself up on, I discovered that I had lost her. It nearly made me scratch my head in confusion as well because the sofa was all tidy now. But, the sound of giggling and rapid tapping up ahead alerted me to her presence. And I watched as a fair amount of dull, blue hair disappeared around the corner.
"Lari, don't run off like that!" I call out to her over the other noises in the vast room that was the hotel's reception area. Gaudy and decorated, just like the rest of it. However, despite how recently I saw Lari disappear around that corner. I did not see her down the long hallway as I jogged up to where she once was.
Thankfully, however, a loud noise echoed down to me as I began to walk the carpet's length. That was a door alright, and going by the general direction, it must've been our room. At least, I hope it was. We had things to be doing and I couldn't and shouldn't waste it chasing this woman about a 'mature' establishment.
"Larishazza Sl'Ayiysab!" I go with an almost parent-like authority as I walk into the dark abyss this room was. Yet, when I tried to turn on the lights, nothing happened. Had she snatched up the master-switch? That giggling I could hear seemed to imply so.
So, with a bemused shake of my head, I walked slowly into the dark room and closed the door behind me. I could hear her up on the floor above that she was struggling to maintain the element of surprise. But that was part of the fun! So I just made my way through the darkness until something dripped on me.
She must've been teasing me with her magic.
"I should speak as if I was your parent more often you damn child." I laugh quietly as I find the stairs and dash up them quickly. Flicking the light on and nearly jumping at the patchy red bedsheet. But there was something impaled into the bed. The hilt of a sword.
But, rather than tearing the bed apart looking for Lari, I just looked at it. Even as I saw a pale hand limply hanging just outside of it. Realising that, that liquid was her blood as well didn't do anything. I just stared...
I only looked away when the giggling returned with the sharp tap of low heels. A more powerful thud was amongst the noises. But it was the laughter that stuck out the most. And looking up at their distorted face made me uncomfortable.
With a clean tug that left the bed vibrating slightly, the open-cheeked man sheathed the blade and looked at me. Like a friend would, after seeing someone for the first time in ages. And the hopped down to stand before me. An insidious grin on their face as they leaned onto their side.
"About time we had another session, right, Dance Partner?" he asked me as the sheathed blade suddenly unlocked and glinted in the lamplight.