If you were a bottle labled drink me, I'd devour you [completed]

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Characters: Kadaj and Ai, anyone who wants to join the fight later on
Content: Ai sings for Kadaj and it goes downhill from there
Setting: Near Estale a Cereja [L6]
Time: Mid-afternoon
WARNINGS: Violence, flirting, Ai's revealing clothing, and cursing



To say Ai was excited to finally perform for someone new was an understatementTo say Ai was excited to finally perform for someone new was an understatement. She was nothing sort of ecstatic and to be singing for Kadaj no less? Ai swooned audibly, as she waited for him, sitting comfortably on a conveniently placed bench. She’d chosen a special outfit for today, home made of course. Barely able to contain herself, Ai took to looking left and right, knowing she shouldn’t have shown up so damn early.

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The Corinthian's first reaction to most music and/or poetry was that he didn't care. His first reaction to Kadaj's girlfriend's music-poetry thing, or expecting it was that he didn't care plus he thought it would be bad. Not because he disliked her, but he didn't quite 'get' the appreciation of music. It was music, so what. The fact that he had already been in a bad mood, asked to stay against his will and then so reprimanded only put him in a worse mood. Then she had actually begun to sing.

There were a few things that the Corinthian was. And 'nice' was rarely one of his adjectives. Nice conveyed the sort of squishy fluffy pink cotton candy idea in his mind. Or small cute animals. Or people who were ready to give each other hugs and eye each other with the sort of 'inlove-cow' sort of look. No, he didn't do any of that.

...which was probably why he felt ... vaguely uncomfortable when she was singing. It was a hard thing to pin down. The vague shift in emotions which he already had trouble understanding when it was his own emotions. At least usually he knew why he was angry or feeling rather thrilled (as 'happy' was never the adequate descriptor). The nightmare's brows had snapped together and an irritated look was all over his face.

"...what the fuck." He murmured under his breath.

The Corinthian was not necessarily ... built for this. There was a rather large hole in more than just his comprehension, because he could intellectualize this quite well. The little hintings of wanting to apologize to Kadaj or ... express himself in ways that were not his usual. He could give them names and chart them, but that didn't mean he could entirely grasp them. They were a set of emotions he had a hard time reacting to and with. This was only made worse, because Daniel was standing right there. The nightmare fidgeted, and it was clear that he was uncomfortable.