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Contrasting Sides of a Coin. [completed]
Character(s): Dark Mousy, Anti X.
Content: When Dark meets Anti X, chaos ensues. D:
Setting: Boiler Room of Savage Garden.
Time: Saturday afternoon.
Warnings: None as of yet.
There was never anything entertaining to do in the Boiler Room... and if there was, Dark was probably much too exhausted to think of a single thing, not like he would have the energy to be active anyway. The only thing he could do was waiting for something to stop by... maybe then would he find his enthusiasm back. Being alone with his (still) sleeping pet gets a tad boring after a while, and this has been going on for nearly a week. He couldn’t take it any longer.
Dark had his back leaned against the slightly warm bars of his ‘confinement,’ his bare skin now adapted to the former burning sensation every time he touched the steel. The climate of the room was immensely hot, but being stuck in the place (unwillingly) for that amount of time made him adjust to the different atmosphere quite easily.. but hell, the thought of how it’d feel outside gave him a little chill as he remembered how cold it was out there when he was at the Niflheim gate. Ah, he missed the outside...
...and his clothes.
Of course, all of his clothes had been destroyed from whatever reason... not like he would want to wear a smelly junk anyway. All he had on was boxers... and it feels slightly uncomfortable remaining semi-nude for this long. Hell, it wasn’t “uncomfortable,” it was humiliating... for him, as the legendary phantom thief.
At least no one really knew who the “legendary phantom thief” was. He was safe from humiliation. For now.
Still~... it bothered him knowing that the chance of people forgetting his existence was at a high rate. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to just get the hell out of there... even if he really had no idea how.
Huh. Some company would be so useful right now.
Content: When Dark meets Anti X, chaos ensues. D:
Setting: Boiler Room of Savage Garden.
Time: Saturday afternoon.
Warnings: None as of yet.
There was never anything entertaining to do in the Boiler Room... and if there was, Dark was probably much too exhausted to think of a single thing, not like he would have the energy to be active anyway. The only thing he could do was waiting for something to stop by... maybe then would he find his enthusiasm back. Being alone with his (still) sleeping pet gets a tad boring after a while, and this has been going on for nearly a week. He couldn’t take it any longer.
Dark had his back leaned against the slightly warm bars of his ‘confinement,’ his bare skin now adapted to the former burning sensation every time he touched the steel. The climate of the room was immensely hot, but being stuck in the place (unwillingly) for that amount of time made him adjust to the different atmosphere quite easily.. but hell, the thought of how it’d feel outside gave him a little chill as he remembered how cold it was out there when he was at the Niflheim gate. Ah, he missed the outside...
...and his clothes.
Of course, all of his clothes had been destroyed from whatever reason... not like he would want to wear a smelly junk anyway. All he had on was boxers... and it feels slightly uncomfortable remaining semi-nude for this long. Hell, it wasn’t “uncomfortable,” it was humiliating... for him, as the legendary phantom thief.
At least no one really knew who the “legendary phantom thief” was. He was safe from humiliation. For now.
Still~... it bothered him knowing that the chance of people forgetting his existence was at a high rate. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to just get the hell out of there... even if he really had no idea how.
Huh. Some company would be so useful right now.