Monday's Child is Full of Grace (Vincent)

[Vincent Verax]

Retarded as Vincent may be, he does have a chivalrous side. (I know, hard to believe, right?) Hence his reaction when pretty little Moe was whacked with the ball. He certainly wasn't going to let that idiot get away with that, so he introduced the football captain to Mr. Fist. And Moe should feel special about this, because he doesn't go running off in protection of just any student. He just doesn't have the energy for that mess. Instead he saved his heroism for pretty boys in dresses and it sure looks like it did him well here. Moe's little smile was more than thanks enough for his reckless revenge and those pretty eyes looking up at him were more than capable of turning him to mush. Yes, he has got a soft spot for cuteness and yes, you can make fun of him for it.

"Aww s'nothin' babe." Vincent dismissed the thanks, making the rest of the trek back to the campus without event, then kicked open the door and carried Moe through. "Moe, eh? S'cute name f'a cute boy." Vincent was looking rather proud of himself and he carried Moe through the halls, almost as if he was showing little Misato off. I'm sure if we could see inside his mind (as much I really don't want to) you would see him gloating his fool head off. "An' m'name's Vincent, butcha can call m'Vin or Vinnie or Vinsexual or Hot Fuck or y'know... somethin' like that." Yep, here comes the facepalming. It's good to know that he doesn't disappoint. I highly doubt Moe's going to prance around calling you "Hot Fuck" but... I would pay him if he did.

Smirking when Moe touched his lips, Vincent cheekily bit lightly on his fingertips, then licked them. "I was curious 'f ya taste as sweet as ya look." He explained, being the duke of flattery once again. Yes, duke, because duke is fun to say. Get over it. Parading to the school's little cafeteria, he marched up to his favorite employee. "Hey, Stace, get m' a whole fuckin' cake, would ya?" Yes, Vincent is on such good terms with the kitchen staff that he knows them by name... and they all know what a bottomless pit of a stomach he has, so they always indulge his requests. "S'Moe, y'got a dorm? Or w'could go t'my place..." He said with another smirk, waggling his eyebrows suggestively at Misato.


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[Misato Hazukashi]

Misato didn't quite know what to make of Vincent. One moment he was actually quite sweet and gentlemanly, and the next he was being some sort of raging pervert with no control over himself. But, lucky for Vincent, random acts of chivalry are the way into Moe's sweet little heart, so well done there. As he leant against Vincent's chest, he did feel a little like a prize, but he couldn't walk right now with his back still hurting, so it was probably worth the embarrasement. He'd just about managed to get the feeling back into his wings when Vin turned and said he'd like to be called Hot Fuck. "Um... I'll stick to Vin, if that's okay?"

Yes Moe. That is more than okay. We don't want Vincent's ego getting ANY bigger than it is right now. On having his fingers nipped, Moe let out a squeak, not unlike a mouse being trodden on, and withdrew, looking up at the culprit with large, confused eyes. "Oh..." He said, looking down at his nipped fingers, and going a tiny bit pink around the edges. "That's just shameless flattery!" He added, trying not to give Vincent any sort of edge that he might actually be on the right "wooing" track. Moe is going to be difficult to get into, Vincent, I can tell you that now. He's not some easy tramp who's going to be begging to have his brains banged out by the end of the first date, so good luck!

"A WHOLE cake?" Misato suddenly looked surprised, trying to make sure he heard right. "That's a lot of cake for two people... and I don't want to get fat." Moe couldn't get fat if he tried, even if he shovelled half a candy shop in his mouth, he'd still weigh next to nothing. Damn you skinny genes, I WANT them! "What sort of cake are we having? Is it chocolate? I love chocolate." He admitted, wringing his little hands together nervously. Wriggling in Vincent's arms, he suddenly looked nervous. "Um... I have a dorm." Eyebrow waggling has scared the tiny boy. Well done Vin. "But, it's such a nice day! We should stay on the fields and talk for a while." He added, lying just the tiniest bit. No Vincent, you are not going anywhere that has a bed. Not with a tiny Misato. At least, not right now. Try again later.

[Vincent Verax]

Though Misato may have been trying to hide the fact that Vincent was starting to grow on him, the older boy had a hunch. Perhaps it was the way that Moe looked at him and smiled, or the fact that he hadn't stormed off in girly rage, but Vinnie knew he had to be doing something right. If he truly felt he was upsetting Moe or making him painfully uncomfortable, he would have toned down his outlandish behavior. And no, a slap does not count, he's more than used to those.

"Fuck yeah, need a whole damn cake. 'm a fat hungry bast'd." Vinnie grinned widely when the cake was handed over the counter to him and he paid, handing the cake to Moe. "Y'hold this. S'chocolate wi'fillin' 'f'ya wonderin'. Th'only kind worth eatin'. Thanks, Stace." Grabbing a pair of forks, Vincent turned and headed out the cafe almost as quickly as he entered. Misato's attempt to keep Vinnie out of his bedroom was about as pathetic as they come; Vincent doesn't need a bed in order to bang you senseless, dearie. If all else fails, the floor's a perfectly good place for a romp to him. Perhaps I shouldn't have said that... cover Moe's ears!

Wrinkling his nose, Vinnie shook his head. "Y'go back out there an' those fucker s'gunna mess wit' us. I gotta better idea. Y'just hold onta that cake, alrigh'?" He took Moe down one of the hallways, then kicked open a door to the stairwell, heading up it to the very top, setting Moe down on the step just before the gate to the roof. "Stan' here a minute." He then swung himself over the gate with little effort, then reached his hands out to Moe again. "C'mere an' I'll lift ya over. Ain't none 'f them fucktards down there gunna mess wit' us up here." it was actually one of Vincent's better ideas to hang out on the roof of the school. Not only could they see over the grounds easily, but it also provided a perfect vantage point.

Yes, you're thinking right. Vincent's stash of fireworks is about to be unleashed on the unsuspecting football team. He was still pissed at them for hurting Moe and now there was really nothing they could do. I would reccomend Misato stop him before he gets himself in any more trouble than he's already in for laying out their captain, but Vincent isn't very good at listening.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Misato was, as inevitably as we expected, starting to get a tiny, tiny bit fond of Vincent. So sure, Vin can grin his fool head off as much as he wants, because the little boy in his arms was indeed, starting to come around to the goth boy's errant ways. Raising a small hand, he stroked Vin's cheek reassuringly, as though he didn't quite expect him to still be there. Moe hadn't exactly had it easy at school so far. The boys at the institute either mocked him for his dress, or plain out ignored him. His friends were mostly girls, and that's where he prefered to be, in the safety of a gaggle of girls, away from any rogue men.

"You aren't fat." Moe stated, poking Vincent's belly accusingly. "You couldn't be fat even if you put on another few kilos!" And then suddenly Moe was holding a large chocolate cake. He bowed his head in to smell the rich aroma and broke into a smile, the first one since the football collided with his back. "You know, this does smell really good, but I still don't know how on earth we'll eat it all." And thankfully, Moe can't read thoughts so he has no idea what's going on in that nearly empty skull of Vincent's, so we can praise the lord for that one.

He did, however, have a point about the football team, and Misato looked to the floor, forlorn. If only he hadn't mouthed off, then none of this would have happened and Vincent wouldn't have gotten into a fight. It was all his fault, as far as he was concerned, and with that in mind, he clutched the chocolate cake a little closer. He did however, look up with confusion as Vin kicked open the door and climbed up the stairs. Where were they going now? "Huh?" Moe looked around him, bewildered. "Oh, okay." As Vincent asked for him to come over, he trotted rather daintily, and let out a little gasp as he was lifted over. "Thank you~" He chirruped, plopping himself down at the top. "I can see everything from up here! It's wonderful." The little blonde broke into a happy smile, looking across the fields and setting the cake down beside him.

"You're kind, you know." Moe added, looking over at Vincent with a steadily growing smile. "And even though you talk like you've drunk thirteen litres of sake, you're endearing." And with that, Moe began to tuck into the cake, kicking his feet back and forth. The boy was not afraid of heights, not with his wings, so even the concept of falling off the roof didn't bother him. "So, Vincent, what's it like living in an apartment? Do you get lonely? I know I would." Yes, the cutie is quite chatty when he's comfortable. You should be happy Vincent, he's starting to talk to you which means he LIKES you.

[Vincent Verax]

"Doncha underestimate th'capcity 'f m'gut, babe." He replied with a laugh as he settled down beside Moe, far more interested in him than the view over the campus. Considering that Vincent had been here a while, he'd had his chance to make friends, but as he also failed miserably in his classes (you couldn't pay him enough to get him to pay attention) a few of his closest friends had graduated and moved on. In fact, that was the whole reason why he'd moved out of the dorms as soon as he could, he didn't want to get stuck with a group of new people he wanted nothing to do with. But Moe? Oh yeah, he wanted something to do with Moe... and I'm pretty sure we all know what that is.

Grabbing his fork, Vinnie eagerly dug into the cake, shoving huge mouthfuls of it into his face. Oh yes, eating manners, did we go over those already? I forgot. Either way, Vinnie doesn't have them. Normally it's a result of a particularly large spell of healing, as then it's just a waste of time to eat politely. Other times, well... he's just a hungry bastard and he wants eats now thx. Licking some of the frosting from his lips, he turned back to Moe. "Nah, s'nice. Ain' no one buggin' ya and y'can do whatcha want an' 'sides, I got m'Ema so 't ain' lonely at all." Oh yes, the entrance of Emaleth. Thankfully Vinnie had left her at home today, so there would be no random appearance of giant goliath bird eating spiders. We can all breathe a sigh of relief.

Quite suddenly, a smirk spread over Vinnie's face and he dipped his finger into the frosting off the cake, then reached over and smeared it on the tip of Moe's nose. "Y'got a cute nose." He said in defense of himself, licking the remaining frosting from his fingertip. He went to curl his arm around Moe's waist again, but instead focused his attention on his wings instead, running his fingers gently over them "S' anyways, how's ya back? Feelin' better now?" Aww, he actually sounds so concerned. Isn't that just adorable?

As we both know, Vincent is far from bright, but he is a good man. He's caring and compassionate when he needs to be and he can control his raging hormones when he needs to, he just perfers not to. Misato's not in any danger in Vincent's company, as mostly the only person who gets hurt in his moments of stupidity is himself. Speaking of those moments of stupidity, here comes one now; Vincent dug into his bag and pulled out a couple of roman candles and a lighter. "Wanna see somethin' fuckin' awesome?" He grinned at Moe, plopping down on the edge of the roof and lighting one of them, shooting it off towards the jerks playing football with a manic laugh. Face + Palm.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Misato did, indeed, question the capacity of Vincent's gut, especially with a cake that size and just the two of them. He took a little forkful for himself and licked the prongs, smiling brightly. Okay so the cake did taste VERY good. But for Moe, this was the first guy who'd ever been kind to him and not thrown something at him or laughed at him or called him a freak. And for that reason alone, Moe couldn't help but relax and eat the cake, happy in the present company. And no, he doesn't know what Vincent's plans are for his virgin backside, best we leave it that way.

He did, however, hesitate at Vin's (lack of) manners, and got out a little handkerchief, wiping round his mouth. "No one will take you seriously with a choco-mouth." Moe added, setting the little square of fabric back into his pocket, ready to pull it out again should Vincent carry on eating like a starved ethiopian. "Ema? Who... or what is an Ema? Is she your girlfriend?" Wringing his skirt a moment, Moe went back to eating the cake a little hesitantly. Moe wasn't a homewrecker, and if Ema should be a girlfriend, then Moe knew he'd quietly excuse himself and go back to his dorm without another word. "I don't know if my mum and dad would let me have an apartment here. I might be in dorms forever." Not that Moe minded, his dormmates were actually quite pleasent to him, and he liked his little room, customised with posters of various anime characters and rockstars from his home country (Hizumi).

Squeaking at the chocolate on his nose, Moe scowled, then went cross eyed and tried to lick the icing off his nose, tongue tickling just below. Huffing, he pulled out the handkerchief again and shook a little finger at Vincent. "Icing goes in your mouth, not on my nose, no matter how cute you think it is!" He blushed a little, then flitted his wings, staring back off down the pitch. He wasn't expecting Vincent's next act of concern, and his wings moved slowly back and forth as Vin's hands stroked over them. "Um, I think I'm okay. I get bad back ache anyway, especially when I have my wings tucked in." He smiled wonkily and nodded, reaching over his shoulder to carefully touch his back. "It just feels a little bruised is all."

As touching as Vincent's concern was, Moe was now eyeing him suspiciously. Especially when he reached into his bag. Moe raised his fork ready to stab Vin's hand as a sharp reminder to not be pervy - yes, he was expecting the man to pull out a porn mag or something. Of course, he didn't, and Misato looked even MORE concerned when he saw the roman candles. "Hey, those look like fireworks." He said uneasily, before shrieking as the goth boy sent streams of gunpowder at the football squad. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He bellowed, wrapping his arms around Vincent's waist and trying to retrieve the lighter from his hand. The next set of words were punctuated with heavy Japanese, but basically translated to Idiot, could have gotten us both killed, what are you thinking? Do you have a brain? I could kick you off the damn roof for that!

Shakily, Moe pulled back and stared at Vincent. "I am seriously worried about you." And so am I. Any man who carries fireworks around is clearly a maniac.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent erupted in laughter when Moe asked if Ema was his girlfriend. "Fuck no, Ema ain't m'girlfrien'. Shit, that'd b'like... beastiality. Ema's m'pet tarantula. She's fuckin' huge. Eat y'face righ' off f'she wanted to. B'she's good. Ain' never hurt no one that ain' a bug 'r a mouse." Vincent held his hands up to indicate Ema's size... which is E-Fucking-Normous if you're curious. (Yes, she's so big it requires random caps. I can see your surprise already.) So, Misato dear, you haven't got to worry about her, yours is the only ass that Vinnie's got his eyes on as of... what about 30 minutes ago? Since he saw up your skirt when you were in the tree.

I'm super jealous of Moe's Hizumi posters.

When Moe mentioned that his back felt bruised, Vinnie got another little smirk on his face. "Aw, well y'know wha' makes that better, righ'?" Waggling his eyebrows again, he leaned forward and kissed Moe's back, right between his wings. I'm sure you were expecting him to grope Misato or whip out his cock, right? Well... that will happen at some point, but Vincent isn't that easy! Okay, okay, that was a lie. Except this time around he wants to impress Moe properly and he just hasn't figured it all the way out. Thankfully for him, eventually we know Misato will come to enjoy (or at least tolerate) Vincent's rowdy nature. If he didn't, then this relationship could never work out.

And then there were the fireworks...

Vincent's maniacal laughter was only interrupted by Moe's frantic screams, but he was having far too much fun making the group of football players shriek like girls and scatters as flaming balls of light shot toward them then dissipated. When the candle was done, he dropped the burnt remains from the roof, then stepped back with Moe and laughed "Aw c'mon! Y'know those fuckwits tot'ly deserv'd that shit!" Plopping back down next to Moe, Vinnie slung his arm around his hips. "I ain' had this much fun 'n a long time. I like ya." He said decisively, then looked back down over the edge of the roof. "I wonder how much it'd hurt t'jump off..." Stop him, Moe, PLEASE!

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe happened to be a little relieved when Vincent explained Ema wasn't his girlfriend, but then he flinched at the idea of this giant face eating hairy spider, and covered his cheeks with his hands for a moment - Sammy, his dorm mate, had watched some horror movie with Giant Spiders recently, and Misato had spent most of the film hiding behind a pillow. So hearing about Emaleth being of the eight legged kind didn't particularly appeal to this little Japanese pretty boy. Scratching the tip of his nose, he looked away politely, before asking "Definately only bugs and mice?"

When Vincent got that smirk on his face, Misato readied his slap hand and got prepared to give the goth boy something to think about, but he faltered and actually blushed and smiled when he got a little kiss to his back. "It feels better already." He admitted, looking at Vincent shyly. "You're really sweet." Moe mumbled, mostly to himself, before tugging Vincent over and planting one ever so tender kiss to Vincent's cheek. Well, Vin is getting close to impressing Moe, the little dressy boy is smiling so much it's like Christmas has come early.

Poor Moe's heart, however, stopped beating as the rocket flew showers of sparks over the football team.

"But now they'll only pick on me more!" Misato cried, managing to wrestle the lighter out of Vincent's hand and holding it close to his chest, eyes wide. But then the goth boy had to say "I like you" and Moe couldn't help but tip his head to the side and let out a nervous, happy little giggle. "Maybe I like you too~" He added, though this happy moment was short lived as Vincent then proclaimed his intentions to jump off the roof. "Please don't!" He shook his little head so hard his curls whizzed around him. "If you do... I'll... I'll..." The boy paused, still clutching the lighter. "I'll never ever talk to you again! And I'll ignore you every day till I'm one hundred and then you'll be sorry." Yes Moe. You tell that idiot where to stick his reckless ideas.

[Vincent Verax]

"Definitely only bugs 'n' mice. Sh' ain' never bit no one. Y'd like her, sh's sweet!" I swear that it could only be in Vincent's demented mind that a huge ass spider could be considered sweet. Granted, Moe will have to come to like Ema if he wants to be Vinnie's boy, which he does want to do! He just doesn't quite know it yet. Now, if I remember correctly, Moe was trying not to increase the size of Vincent's collossal ego, but that little kiss on the cheek added a few more inches onto it. Looking rather like the cat that got the cream, Vin rubbed little circles against Moe's hip.

"Aw, 'f those fuckers try t'bug y'again, I'll fuck 'em so good they won' be walkin' f' a month!" And as much as I'd like to call his bluff... he's being dead serious. Vincent is nothing if not loyal and don't mistake his showing off for flirting, he just likes being in the center of attention, but when he's in a relationship, he's got his eyes and his hands solely trained on them... and he's very protective. No one messes with his bitch and lives. Hence his anger towards the football team; it was one thing to nail him in the face with a football, it's another entirely to hurt an innocent little boy... especially when that boy is the one that Vin has his eye on. Moe may not know it yet - if he doesn't, shame on him - but Vincent is not going to settle until Moe is his.

Vinnie almost felt flattered at Misato's concern over him, then pretended to look absolutely horrified at the lack of Moe talking to him. "Oh no! Please don' d'that! I'd b'so lonely an' I migh' cry 'n' th'world wouldn't b'so good anymore 'cause y'so pretty y'make everyin' else pretty!" Sometimes, he lays the compliments on so thick I just want to punch him. I'm not so sure that Moe feels the same way, but if he did I give him more than enough permission to whack Vinnie one. "Buuuut... I may need 'nother 'f those kisses 'f yours t'convince m' not t'jump off!" He said while tapping his cheek. Like hell he's going to pass up an opportunity to get another kiss.

[Misato Hazukashi]

"Um. I'm sure." Moe said hesitantly, before flicking the lighter open and closed, almost bemused by it. He certainly didn't believe the football team would leave him alone now, even with a gothic white knight riding into battle to save him. He'd just raised the stakes, and that made Misato a little sad. Wringing his skirts and disgarding the lighter next to the cake, he looked up at Vincent with an appraising little look. He couldn't decide whether this guy was actually his dream man (once again, Hizumi) in a more approachable form, or whether he was actually going to get him in so much trouble with the bullies that he might as well curl up and die right now.

Rolling his eyes at Vincent's amateur theatrics, he trotted over with his hands on his hips. "I'm serious Vincent. I wont be happy if you jump off that building, and then that's it. No more looking up my skirt, no more chats, I'll be out of here." Moe's tone seemed rather serious, and he folded his arms tightly across his chest, a little frown appearing across his face. Eventually, the frown softened and he quietly admitted. "I don't like seeing you hurt Vincent. It makes me sad." And with that he touched Vin's cheek, then wrapped his tiny little arms around his waist and nuzzled into his chest.

"If you want another kiss, all you have to do is ask!" Laughing nervously, he rose on tiptoes to peck Vincent's nose, then tutted. "Now promise me you wont jump off the roof." His voice dropped into seriousness again, before he sat down and returned to nibbling on the cake. Misato also took it upon himself to toss the rest of the fireworks out of Vincent's bag, and then put them in his own little purse. "And you aren't getting these back for a while either." Nope Vincent, now it's time to play by the pretty boy's rules. They're for your own good, and if you behave reeeeally nice, you might even get a date. Or a kiss. Fancy that.

[Vincent Verax]

Moe is going to regret telling Vin that all he needs to do is ask for a kiss because that means he's going to get bugged for kisses at least eleven times a day. Grinning like the madman he is at the kiss on his nose, Vinnie's arms wound themselves around Misato's tiny little body, then promptly pulled him into his lap. "Y'know, y'like a cute li'l teddy bear. I jus' wanna cuddle ya an' take y'aroun' wit m'everywhere." And when he says everywhere, he really does mean everywhere... even the bathroom. Hey, he's not against a little naughty action in a bathroom stall or over the sinks or against the wall or anywhere else for that matter. He's not picky about the where and how, just the who and when. (Answer: Moe and Now!) Yes, I can already see you face-palming.

Grabbing his fork again, Vin scooped up a little cake and offered it up to Moe's pretty little lips. See? He's not all horn all the time, he can be sweet when he wants to be! Granted, his raging hormones control him about 98% of the time. He can't help it, he's just a (relatively) normal teenage boy. If it makes Moe feel any better, Vincent pouted like a little girl when his fireworks were taken away. He spent good money on those! Which meant, in his demented mind, that the girly boy totally owed him. He will take his payment in panties, kthx. "Heeey! Those're mine! I ain' gunna waste 'em all on th'group 'f fuckfaces down there! I promise!!" Frowning, he turned his middle finger down on the lingering football players. It was a warning to them not to fuck with Moe or they would end up regretting it for the rest of their lives. Well, I think it is... it's hard to tell with Vincent.

"An' I promise not t'jump off th'roof, babe. But s'only 'cause I like ya an' I think y'like m'too an' maybe I could take ya out sometime?" Let the records show that Vincent is not smooth, but he is very attractive and is totally the white version of Hizumi, so how could Moe resist? And as much as I'm seeing him taking Misato to a strip club to make fun of bad boob jobs, I will forbid him from doing so. I don't think that little Misa-Moe would appreciate that as much as Vinnie the Jerk would. I plan to get him one of those shock collar things, actually, that way I can just zap him whenever he gets a bad date idea. I figure that by doing this he'll eventually come up with one that won't end up getting him slapped or kicked in his beloved manbits. Don't worry, Moe, I'll make sure the date isn't a total disaster and who knows, maybe it'll be something so cute and fluffy that you'll have no choice but to fall head over heels in love with him. (That's what Vincent's hoping for, honestly!)

[Misato Hazukashi]

"I'm a teddy bear?" Looking up at Vincent with sparkling brown eyes, he broke into his best smile yet, fingers clutching onto his shirt. As he fell into a leathery lap, he simply giggled and ran his delicate little fingers across Vin's cheek, then eagerly took another mouthful of cake. Okay, so Vincent is definately worming his way into Misato's affections. His little heart was fluttering happily, and then he tipped his head to the side. "Maybe you can take me somewhere. Not everywhere though, I don't wanna watch you pee or whatever." A little blush went over Moe's face as his mind wandered where he didn't want it to.

Looking thoughtfully at the fireworks, Moe parted his lips and ate the cake, licking the fork delicately. "Well, I don't think you should be carrying these around anyway. Maybe I'll give them back later." Taking his hat off his head, the little pretty boy began to make himself comfortable up on the roof. Kicking off his shoes again, he hummed happily, and ran his fingers through his curls. "Don't pay attention to them!" Misato scowled, shaking his head as Vincent flipped off the football team. Placing his hands on Vincent's face, he turned his head back to him. "Just think about cake... and... whatever else you normally think about."

At the offer of a date, Moe's eyes sparkled, and he curled his little toes up in his stockings. "Really? You want to go on a date?!" Clasping his hands to his chest, he laughed and looked a little shyly. "I'd like to go on a date too, you know. Maybe you could pick me up tomorrow around 5? I like most american food, and my favourite things to do involve shopping, or films... um, my roommate Sammy knows what I like!" Yes. Sammy. And as Vincent knows Sammy rather well, then I wonder whether that'll help him at all. "You've made my day!" Misato added, giving Vincent another quick cuddle. Good luck Vincent. Especially with keeping your hands to yourself when you're spending long hours with a pretty little Japanese boy with a big heart.

[Vincent Verax]

As Moe started to make himself comfortable in Vinnie's lap, the goth boy decided that it would be a perfectly good time for touching him as much as he could. Curling locks of Moe's hair around his fingers and tracing the shapes of his face with his fingertips, Vin couldn't help but to grin. He was somewhat used to getting his way, but he honestly hadn't thought that someone like Moe would be charmed by his behavior. Okay, so maybe charmed wasn't the best word, but he had only been slapped once during this encounter! There was a little more shouting than hitting, but Vin would take a scream over a bitch slap any day. "Mn, as 'f seein' ya in that tree, I jus' been thinkin' 'bout you." If I didn't know he was telling the truth, I'd hit him, instead I kinda want to go "awwwww" because really, that's just sweet. Flattery, yes, but true flattery and that makes all the difference.

Vincent's ego began to swell as Misato displayed his excitement over a date. He hadn't actually been expecting him to say yes, but now that he agreed to it, Vin's ego was ballooning to dangerous levels. If his head starts physically swelling and he floats away into the sky, I'm blaming Moe entirely. "Y'really mean it? I can take ya out?" The grin plastered on his face seemed to double in size and he leaned in and shamelessly kissed Moe right on the lips. He has a hard time controlling himself when he's excited, but really... I wouldn't complain too much if he kissed me. (Although I think that would be a little bit weird, seeing as he's my brain child and it would almost be like incest... uhhh forget I said anything.) It took a few minutes after that for Moe's words to register in Vincent's mind, although it's so slow it's a miracle anything at all starts to make sense in there. His brain doesn't get much of a workout... ever.

"Whoa whoa whoa, waidaminute... Sammy's y'roomate? Uhh, darkish hair, sets shit 'n fire sometimes? That Sammy?" Now, if this was the Sammy he was talking about, one of Vincent's best friends, he was totally going to deck him the next time he saw him for not introducing him to Misato sooner. And of course, it is, which means that poor Charmander's going to get a fist to the arm very shortly and I feel bad for him. Just because Sammy didn't want to throw his adorable little roommate to the sharks (read: Vincent) doesn't mean that he should get hit! Then again, this is Vincent we're talking about here and only one time out of one hundred will he do something that actually makes sense. I apologize in advance, Sammy, but you're going to get hurt. There's nothing I can do to stop him! D:

[Misato Hazukashi]

Misato felt himself relaxing further and further into Vincent's company. The gentle strokes to his face, and the touch of his hair left him with his eyes shut closed, sighing softly. "You really mean that?" He asked, looking surprised. He hadn't expected Vincent to be so honest, and it left him a little flabbergasted. "If you really do, that's sweet... albeit a little unexpected." Covering his mouth with a hand, he felt himself look away rather timidly. Really? Did Hizumi look-a-like just basically say he was only thinking about him right now? Well Vincent, that's got little Moe's heart beating a little harder. But right now he's thinking "Small time crush" Sorry Vincent, not quite up there yet.

"Yes!" Moe suddenly looked back up again. "Please, I'd really like to go on a date with you. As long as you don't hurt yourself or set fire to someone or..." Misato trailed off, now looking somewhat unsure as to whether a date really WAS a good idea after all. "Just please, please don't do anything silly. I'm... I'm not really good at handling odd situations." Don't worry Moe, you will be after a while. A few dates and Vincent's general mishaps will seem like nothing odd. But then their lips were touching, and Moe let out a soft, quiet whimper, hands rising to Vincent's cheeks. "Vincent." He whispered as they drew apart. That caught him by surprise, and now his heart was in his ears and he couldn't hear properly.

It took a few minutes for Vin's next words to register in Moe's very fast, racing mind. "Oh. Um, yes. That Sammy. I share my sweets and anime with him!" Smiling, the little Japanese boy wiggled out of Vincent's lap and stood up, shouldering his bag. "So, want to walk with me for a while?" He asked, feeling like if he stayed up on the roof much longer, he'd get giddy and fall off. Poor Moe doesn't know he's now gotten Sammy into trouble, he simply assumes Vincent is friends with him. As he stepped down off, the roof, he couldn't help but flutter his wings nervously. "Coming?"

[Vincent Verax]

"Uh... well... I can' really promise that." Vin scratched at the back of his head sheepishly. "Y'see, sometimes trouble jus' kinda happens 'round me... but I'll try t'be good f'ya! I'll b'as good 's I can!" He recovered with that trademark smile splitting his face in half. It was true, even if Vincent was on his best behavior, something would go horrendously wrong to restore the balance of the universe. Yes, Vincent's insanity and low IQ are imperative to keeping the world in harmony... ... ... okay that was bullshit. It sounded good though, didn't it? It is true, however, that Moe would soon grow used to the goth boy's antics, it was necessary for him if he wanted to have a long-term relationship with his dream man. Really, it isn't that hard to deal with him either. All Moe really has to do is a)pretend he has no affiliation with Vincent whatsoever, b)Join in and have a jolly good time, or c)Threaten to cut off his food and/or supply of sex. Then he'll start behaving real quick!

Licking his lips as he pulled back from the kiss, Vin couldn't help but to laugh softly at Moe's reaction. "'m sorry, I jus' couldn't help m'self. Y'lips jus' look so good." Bumping his forehead to Misato's own, Vin looked into his eyes... then proceeded to make a retarded face. Good to know he still doesn't have a sense of decency. "Y'know, I could really get used t'kissin' ya. Whatcha say we make 't a habit?" Normally I'd scoff at him and tell him to keep dreaming, but I think he actually has a better than average chance of getting Misato to say yes. I blame most of this on his good looks than anything else and those weren't even really his doing. His parents genetics had a lot more say in it than anything else, but that certainly didn't stop him from spending hours each morning perfecting his "carefully careless" style, with the smudged eyeliner and artfully messy hair. Looking good don't come easy! That's what Vinvin says, anyways.

Vincent's thoughts filtered elsewhere when Moe wiggled in his lap and he pouted again when he stood up. He was rather cozy like they were, thank you very much. "'s Charmander. H's m'buddy. Can' believe he was roomin' wit a cutie like y'an' he didn't even tell me. What a jerk." But then Moe was walking off and Vincent scrambled over himself, grabbing his bag, and quickly hopped to Moe's side. "F'course 'm comin', beautiful. Y'need someone t'hold y'hand after all." With that, Vin took Misato's little hand in his own and started down the stairwell with him. "So, sweetcheeks, where w'goin'? Y'room?" Why yes, he was hopeful, even though he knew the chances of that were very, very slim, but you can't hate the guy for trying, right? Well, I suppose you could, but I really wouldn't recommend that.