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The lightning thunders above like an angered cry of Gods alike- Rain follows in somber compliance, pitter-pattering against the cold pavement in resounding unison. A frigid breeze accompanies the ambience of stormy weather, and it picks and pricks at skin without restraint. In a city rested on a planet not native to the two Stellaron hunters, a blazer is being held over a womans head in lieu of an umbrella, and rainwater drips down ebony and maroon hair.
"Won't you get cold, Bladie?"
Kafka whispers, but she does nothing to stop the gesture of respect. Instead, her arms are crossed in pensive wait, violet eyes glancing upwards for the ship that should've arrived three minutes earlier. Irritation is vaguely present, but it doesn't show in her silent smile.
"No."
He grunts out as a lackluster reply, those ruby red orbs of his surveying the surroundings in a manner that would make 'observant' a lacking descriptor. As a good guard dog should. His hair drapes over his face, water weighing down and making him look akin to those soggy animals when they're being bathed. Kafka certainly finds it cute. Blade, however, doesn't. He finds it as another reminder that he's immortal, unresting like an undead ship rumoured of in an ocean of whispers. Kafka will get a cold and sneeze, but Blade will feel ill for a moment before recovering flawlessly. As if nothing ever happened. Like always.
"You're shivering, though,"
She coos, and she takes her hand out from its previous crossed position. She traces it over the expensive shirt she made him wear for their mission, inspecting the finely tailored collar, before pulling down to his tie. Black, red, and gold. Just as it suits him.
"I'll be fine. You'll get sick. That's not in the script."
He replies much more than he usually does or wants, but it's essential when replying to Kafka. A cold glare and a tensed jaw doesn't falter even as she puts her hands on his clothes like they're something important. Well- The clothes are, but their-- personal relationship certainly isn't. It's symbiotic in nature. He needs a tether, and she needs a blade. They fit perfectly with each other in the list of things they need to use, so they do- He's well aware. And thankful. Nobody would be able to satisfy the beck and call of the monster within him, the monster that claws and scratches at his ribcage and fights and thrashes and-
"...Bladie?"
Her fingers are snapping in front of his face.
"...Sorry."
He grumbles, and he steadies himself into focus once more. He switches his gaze from one that stares into emptiness to back on high alert again, glancing around warily.
"You thinking about something again?"
She pulls aside the blazer held over his head with a tender disposition, letting the rain fall over her ethereal features with no more than a blink as a raindrop falls on her eyelids. Her arms wrap around his waist, and she pulls him closer, head rested on his chest with a soft nuzzle into his body.
"If you're going to keep drifting off like that, I'll just have to raise the stakes a little."