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The walls had been finished for a little while now, fully painted with all their glory to shine in the winter sunlight that would stream through curtain-less windows. Usually shiny from the freshness of the color, the walls were more dull now because of the light snow falling outside the glass panes. That did not stop the lounging Strel from staring at the wall as though he were a mindless vegetable, imagination going wild behind flat lavender eyes. Stories were dancing on his walls in multi-color. Halifax, painted black with yellow and white lights, were overrun with greenery but somehow it was still alive with personality and inhabitants. The mural wrapped around the entire room, including the doors to the small closet. In a corner was a strangely out of place tropical beach scene where two specific figures were depicted; they were Strel and a female, Mati Church. The initial sketch for it had been his doing, but the Dreamer's magic brushes fixed his errors quite easily. Now there was a masterpiece he could gaze at whenever he was home.


Just as he was leaning back in the nest that was his bed, piled high with messy bundles of cloth, a knock and call came from the door. The voice was familiar, but the redhead was still tempted to ignore it and stay in his half-vegetative state. But that would have been rude, and the newly promoted Marquis probably should not shirk whatever duties he had. Plus his image would not be able to handle the blow. If anyone really cared, that is.


Strel rose, or half-fell, from the bed, mattress springs groaning. Stepping lightly toward the door, he opened it, leaning against the wall beside it to peer out. A blond, tattooed and pierced, looked back at him as the portal swung inward with a creak. "Hey, Daisuke. What brings you here?" He did not ask how the blond got into the territory without discovery by anyone patrolling. After all, there was a war about, surely someone saw or heard him? Well, it was all good now, especially since he was here with him. No one would question the loner's reasons. "How you doing out there?" No reason to bring up the war, though the blond most likely had already heard of it. "Come in, pardon my messy bed. I have yet to drag a couch in here." He waved the other in, scooting to make a better sitting area out of his bed by pushing some of the blankets and things off for a flatter surface.

ooc talk; James made this sexy table <3
He's a stranger to some
And a vision to none

He can never get enough,
Get enough of the one

Hey Daisuke, What brings you here? the door was answered shortly after, but not without a groan of springs on a bed (which he'd never even seen before) and the sound made the male cock his head severely before Strel had come to the door and asked the question. Daisuke smiled at his friend and touched his leg. "Mah pants." the male spoke to the other, nodding his head lightly, the right audit still pinned back against his head, but his left audit pulled towards his friend, and a big grin on his face. He'd be the first he had seen with part of his audit ripped off. Daisuke would not be able to answer what had happened, but he could say that he thought it was a Dahlian. He probably would always think it was a Dahlian even though it had been his best friend. It was Daisuke's fault that it came to this, that he and Snake had been wounded. If he would have kept his head instead of letting the anger take over, he would have easily seen that Snake was okay, and that he needed to not get bloodthirsty.

How you doing out there? the male asked him and Daisuke nodded his head lightly. "I've been pretty good." the male spoke, his voice friendly as always, and normal, as if nothing had happened in the last few days. "How have you been, Strelly?" the male asked before Strel had invited him in. Once he was invited into the male's room, he had gone in, and closed the door on the way in before he looked around and smiled. "It's really really beautiful in here Strell." the male had spoken to the other, looking around at the brightly colored walls and then the curtains that hung off the window. Daisuke was quick to sit down on the bed though, which made the same sound he had heard in the hallway. Daisuke couldn't help but cock his head once more at the bed. "So that's the sound that I heard before." the male spoke, his head completely cocked to the side. Daisuke took the backpack off of his back, and he opened the zipper and pulled out two bottles of vodka that he had found in Halifax. He had two more in the bag. He still couldn't read the labels, but he knew it was vodka because it was clear and had the same color label and the same smell. " I brought some drinks. Here, have one." he spoke as he held out a bottle to his friend.

"speech"

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Strel laughed, having first thought other things when the blond touched his leg. That was a ridiculous notion, of course. One because the redhead was not interested, and second because Daisuke did not seem the type to appear out of nowhere to ask for sex. Lavender eyes darted up at the mangled ear briefly before returning to gaze fully on the other male's face. There was a time for demanding an answer and this was not it. It would be rude to do so in the hallway where anyone could here. Well, if there was a large slew of people in the Hotel, which there never seemed to be. It was really just him and Alaine and her group of young ones. Not that he minded, but when he joined, the redhead had expected a more vibrant home area. Like back in Michigan. But here, it seemed, that his pack mates spread themselves throughout the kingdom. Why, he could not truly say. However, it was a tarradiddle to say that he thought it would be better if they all were in one place. Some people just would not work well with others. "Ya, ya. I can take a hint."


A dramatic hand gesture and an exasperated sigh later, the redhead mused out loud towards the painted walls and curtains, "Oh, to be well is so hard a state to be," Pretenses falling again, Strel turned at the blond from his place by the cloth tossed to the ground. The room was gorgeous, but it was all the Church woman's doing, so the praise was for her and for her alone really. All he had done was provide a push here and there with suggestions. "Yes, it is. A friend of mine did it, and I'm very glad for her generous gift. It turned out marvelous."


The bed's sound was one he was used to by now, having slept in it for as long as he had. A bed was a bed and that was all he needed; a place to sleep at night that did not hurt his limbs. A bottle was thrust out to him and the male took it automatically, looking at the label. The thing itself was not like the gift that Rurik gave him, warped and Luperci made, while this bottle was clearly human made since it lacked deformities. Other than that, it was obviously booze, vodka from the smell and color (or lack there of). Strel had drank the stuff before, and it got him hammered rather fast. He gave it a dubious glance, pursing his lips a bit. "I'm a lightweight. I hope you don't mind me getting wasted fast," he said, pulling the cork out and tossing it rather nonchalantly aside. "To the pair of pants that are not in this room," said Strel in a toast, lifting the bottle up towards the ceiling. Then he took a sip after getting all the air out of his lungs in case he choked on it again. Thankfully, no hardness of breathing accompanied the burning sensation. "Ah, that's different from the last vodka I drank. Where'd you get this stuff?" Already, he felt dizzy but it was less intense than the first time. Strel plopped down on the bed, thumb protecting the mouth of the bottle.

ooc talk; James made this sexy table <3
He's a stranger to some
And a vision to none

He can never get enough,
Get enough of the one

Ya, ya. I can take a hint. the male spoke to him. Daisuke was ignorant enough to not think about how his gesture could be asking for sex. His mind was still innocent to think of the double meanings naturally. "I didddd, give enough time, yeah?" the male asked, not meaning to be rude, even though it more than likely sounded a bit rude. A smile was held on his maw as he said so, so he could only hope that his response wasn't taken literally. Oh, to be well is so hard a state to be the other dramatized his act a bit. Daisuke let out a giggle at the male as he had turned back to the room colors. Strel went on so speak about how a friend had done it as a gift to him. The key word he picked out in that was "her" meaning a woman had done something nice for him. "She really did an awesomeness job." Daisuke had commented again as he looked around the room one last time and then landed back on Strel.

I'm a lightweight. I hope you don't mind me getting wasted fast, the other male had spoken to him. "Don't worry, I'll be right behind you." the male spoke. He had gotten down more than one bottle before, but he didn't remember much after the end of the first bottle. To the pair of pants that are not in this room Daisuke raised his drink in the same way his friend had, and clanked them together before he took a swig. The burn was pleasing, and he wiggled with delight as he looked back at Strel and smiled. " Where are they then? " the male asked, cocking his head lightly as he asked. Ah, that's different from the last vodka I drank. Where'd you get this stuff? strel had asked him. Daisuke gave a lopsided grin. " A booze place in Halifax." the male spoke, nodding his head lightly. "I have gone there a few times actually. Partied with some ladies. It's still has a lot of product. " the male spoke to the other, possibly inviting the male to come with him the next time with a suggestive tone.

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burn out no funfun


"Ugh, no! You bastard," he said sarcastically in response, his voice rising a few notes higher. Then, nodding along to the blond's word, the redhead grinned broadly still. It was good to know that the other would not be sober for long enough to see the redhead get out of his mind with drink, for that was what he was told happened to him when the stuff entered his system. Being alone in drunkenness was not something that Strel would ever look forward to, since he knew he would make more of a mockery of himself than he did on a daily basis. Still, drinking was turning out to be a fun endeavor and he was almost ecstatic at the thought of becoming a knowing gastronome in regards to the alcohol brewed or found by the mutated canines.


Rolling his eyes, as though it were so very obvious, the Marquis shrugged and spread his arms out wide.
"Since they're not here, I guess they're elsewhere," Strel said, giving a crooked grin. "Since...we're drinking, I think you'll have to get them tomorrow since we - and when I say we, I mean me - will be too conked out to so much as giggle at the door." The look on his facial features was plain, suggesting that he was truly not joking. Really, the man would be so out of it, he would think the door was a window with shutters and no glass, the window a bathroom that had a very breezy seat, and the closet a portal to the lord of rhythmic dancing.


Raising his eyebrows at the blond loner wolf, Strel cocked his head to the side as he caught the suggestive lilt. This sounded astoundingly like Daisuke was suggesting something. Something like being a wonderfully convenient booze provider! "Better get me next time then, I want to party with some ladies," he said, words accompanied by his tongue poking in the direction of the loner. Well, what were they here for if not to drink now? Drink they must! Strel put the bottle to his lips again and took another swig, less careful and more rough this time. "Partying is fun and I'd lo-ove to get in on that kind of action."

OOC: Long long wait. Sorriness.

Ugh, no! You bastard, the male spoke sarcastically to the golden brute. Blue eyes widened in mock surprise as he had spoken these words. Daisuke started to chuckle though, not being able to keep that mock face for too long. Daisuke was no actor, he couldn't do mock emotions for shit. He probably wouldn't be able to do any other type of character besides who he was. Plus, he'd probably become ADD and jump around like an idiot when his character was supposed to be calm and collected. You'd only be able to make Daisuke be him, but with a different name. Too hyperactive for anything else. The male did a little jig in the bed as he had chuckled lightly. He couldn't wait to try on his pants. He was utterly excited to do so. Since they're not here, I guess they're elsewhere, Since...we're drinking, I think you'll have to get them tomorrow since we - and when I say we, I mean me - will be too conked out to so much as giggle at the door. the male went ahead and spoke. The thought of a slumber party here at Strel's place had immediately popped into his mind. Daisuke doubted that he'd make it back to his den if he was too drunk anyways. Much less make it to the borders of Cour. We should just have a sleep over. the male suggested, a wicked grin falling on his face. He wouldn't be able to tell you what was going through his mind, and neither could I, simply because his thoughts were so sporadic at the moment that there wasn't just one thought going through his head, but several.

The golden male's tail wagged gently as he had plopped down on his stomach and laid next to the other male, he had twisted to lay on his side so he could see the other male. He held his drink in one hand, and he had let his head rest on the other. His eyes were on the red head as he then continued on to speak again. Better get me next time then, I want to party with some ladies. Now that was confusing to the male. Daisuke clearly remembered that Strelein liked guys, not girls. The golden brute had cocked his head to the right and furrowed his brows a little bit. He was oh so confused, and he wasn't afraid to let Strel know this. But I thought that you only liked guys. the male commented, his torn audit threatening to raise and to give him a more quizzical look. Partying is fun and I'd lo-ove to get in on that kind of action. the male spoke after taking a swig. Daisuke, too had taken another swig, this one was as powerful as the last swig, and he could feel his head already starting to dumb down from the alcohol. Vodka worked quick, especially the human-made bottles. Daisuke gave a giggle. They both liked to party then. That makes two of us then. I'll definitely be sure to call you when I can get another party going. the male spoke, smiling softly at the other, his body wiggling lightly in attempt to dance while he was laying down.

Such a beautiful lie to believe in
So beautiful, beautiful it makes me.

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is kay


Strelein could very well guess what was going through Daisuke's mind at his suggestion, if that look was anything to go by. The redhead countered it with one of his own, eyes visibly questioning the meaning behind the grin. But, if Daisuke's personality had anything to do with it, there was a sliver of doubt over what the blond wanted to do. Waggling his finger at the loner visiting, tittering all the while, the redhead warned, "I know how tempting it is to stay in such a gloriously amazing room, but you're gonna have to be on your best behavior, Dai-Dai." His tone was a bit more sultry than usual, suggesting that that the ideal best behavior had absolutely nothing to do with good manners. "Though I don't think I'd really kick you out of here for your worst," he added, tone failing a bit as his eyes focused on the mural before him. Then, sending a sidelong look with an equally wicked smile, he finished, "Though I might have to kick myself out for my worst."


The mattress croaked, groaned, and shivered as the blond shifted his position to lay and gaze up at his host. Strelein cocked his head a little bit so that a solitary eye could see the other's face. Rolling his eyes at the question, the redhead wondered why the blond even considered his words could mean something of the sort. Partying did not really mean doing. "Ew, Daisuke. Ew." His words were simple and to the point, no pretense or tone behind them. "Girls are nice, their baby-nurturing parts not so much. Not sure why anyone finds them so... so... appealing." His face twisted in disgust as he stuck his tongue out at the thought of the things men did to women, and vice versa. Strel still had no idea where his subversion to the female sex came from, nor why he never grew out it. Maybe it was just something ingrained him that he could not change. It helped that he did not want to change it.


Snorting, Strel leaned back on his hands, crossing legs at the ankles. "Bitch, you better." He narrowed his eyes at the other male. The bed was moving again, and this time it was the blond doing some kind of weird grinding - dancing? - motion. Raising an eyebrow at him, the Marquis smirked. "Oh, is that what you were suggesting, Dai-Dai? I had no idea," he said, pouting slightly at Daisuke. Way to turn things dirty, Strel.

OOC: Long long wait. Sorriness again....

I know how tempting it is to stay in such a gloriously amazing room, but you're gonna have to be on your best behavior, Dai-Dai. the male had told him. Daisuke gave the male an innocent look and a wag of his tail. Nothing but the best for the best. he spoke, a smile forming on his golden maw. Though I don't think I'd really kick you out of here for your worst, the male went on the speak. Daisuke giggled lightly to the male, who went on again. Though I might have to kick myself out for my worst. Daisuke wagged his tail. That good at being bad, eh? wicked grin showed up again.

Ew, Daisuke. Ew. it seemed like Strel didn't like Daisuke's proposal after all. Girls are nice, their baby-nurturing parts not so much. Not sure why anyone finds them so... so... appealing. the male went on to speak. So Strel didn't find women beautiful? The only way Daisuke thought about women was that they were beautiful. Daisuke was a pansexual though, finding no difference between the beauty of a man and the beauty of a woman. The whole body of a woman is beautiful to me. As are men. I find no difference in their beauty. the male admitted, his blue eyes focused lazily on the other male as he took another swig.

Bitch, you better the other male spoke to him. OH OH OH! IT'S GONNA BE LIKE THAT THEN?! Maybe I won't then! Daisuke retaliated, his face holding a grin the whole time, and his tone being crazy and sarcastic, comical if you will. I kid. I'll invite you anyways. he added quickly after, smiling to his friend and wagging his golden tail again. The bed whined again when he moved back to lay on his side after his little dancing episode. Oh, is that what you were suggesting, Dai-Dai? I had no idea. the other male spoke. Daisuke giggled. Yus. Dai-Dai loves to dance-dance. Yus-Yus. the male spoke, his smile holding strong on his face.

Such a beautiful lie to believe in
So beautiful, beautiful it makes me.

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"Oh, I'm just a riot," he crooned, elongating the final word and emphasizing it with a roll of his eyes. In all honesty, Strel was not nearly as wild and daring as he appeared to be. Despite all those kinds of airs he put on, the appearance of his carelessness was far from accurate. Strel was tedious at times, and more often than that more worried than he would dare show. Sometimes, he would get anxious for no apparent reason, though it usually only happened when he had much to do the next day and he lay awake at night.

Rolling his shoulders, feeling the bones and muscle move beneath his skin and light pelt, the Marquis gave a slightly satisfied sigh. "Women are beautiful, I'll agree with you on that. But they offer me no pleasure; there is no physical attraction for me and it does not let me love them for their personalities. I can't love a woman like that, Dai-Dai." Strel cocked his head to the side, letting hair fall over that shoulder. Mati, for example, was a pretty woman and had things been different in his head, maybe he would have appreciated the curves on her more than he ever did now. But because there were no physical distractions in their relationship, there was a much greater appreciation for the mind behind the pretty face. But with a handsome man, the distraction was quite blinding. "But I feel like I get to know them better than if they wanted me to like them like that. They, ah, hide less I feel." Snickering, he lazily turned his own purple hued eyes on the blond male. "So what secrets are you hiding from me, Daisuke?" he asked, ending on a melodic note.

Suddenly giving off a laugh, the redhead twisted his body a bit so that he would have to look over his shoulder to glance at Daisuke from even the corner of his eye. "Dancing? We were talking about dancing? I figured we were talking about significantly different things, though maybe not so terribly different." A sly look fluttered over his features, though he himself wondered now what he was beginning to hint at.

OOC: you ninjaed me with that last one. ewh, short.

Oh, I'm just a riot, the male had spoken to Daisuke. Daisuke giggled lightly and pushed his nose into his friends' thigh. He instinctively sniffed in, taking in the scent of the male that was all over this room really. Strel had a nice scent, one covered with the smell of the cour wolvens, but a hint of his own individual smell along in there. Dai had taken another swig of his vodka and he looked back at his friend as he spoke about women and how he was just not attracted to by physical or mental ways. Daisuke was confused, but again, this was coming from a guy who wanted it all no matter who or what it was. He wanted attention from everything, every gender. But I feel like I get to know them better than if they wanted me to like them like that. They, ah, hide less I feel. the male spoke to the other. So what secrets are you hiding from me, Daisuke? Daisuke? Secrets? Dai let out a long "hmmmmmmm" sound as he touched his finger to his lip ring. He twisted the right side and giggled softly. Wellll......I doooo like Snakey a lot. But I don't think that he knowwssssss... he told the male, wiggling his rump as he closed his eyes and scrunched his face.

Dancing? We were talking about dancing? I figured we were talking about significantly different things, though maybe not so terribly different. strel went on to say to the golden brute. Daisuke leaned up and wiggled his way over to Strel and he laid his head on Strel's shoulder. You know....Dai-dai like to so other things toooo.. the male spoke, biting his lip and smiling to his friend seductively. Vodka was heavy, and Daisuke was already feeling sexy. Daisuke gave Strel a nip on his neck and he gave a smile.

Whatever you do
Don't be afraid of the dark