Monday's Child is Full of Grace (Vincent)

[Misato Hazukashi]

More kissing?

Well. Okay. As Moe delicately moved down the stairwell, hand in hand with Vincent, he let out a little smile. "I guess I could make up a little kiss quota for you." The boy's lips twisted up into a brighter grin, then he finally stood in the center of the very empty corridor, thinking quietly where he could go with Vincent. Doubling back on himself, he walked back out on the training field, completely blanking the football team, at this point oblivious to them anyway. "There's a really pretty place round the back here. I do a lot of drawing round here." Laughing sweetly, he pointed at a little ring of hedge that completely hid them from prying eyes.

As Misato tugged the taller teen down, he giggled nervously. "Don't get any ideas, okay?" He murmurred, eyes going large and doe-like as he leant in for another little kiss. As he drew back, his lashes fluttered, then all of a sudden he burst into little giggles. "There's a bee in your hair." He smiled, cupping his hands round the confused bee and letting it free to buzz around, free of gothboy hair products. "Wont you be graduating soon?" Moe suddenly asked, as though it had only hit him. "I mean... you look around... 19?" Lying on his back in the grass, he stared up at Vincent curiously. There was no point in starting anything if Vin would be out the Institute soon, now, would there?

A few moments passed as Misato smoothed his dress down and checked his bag to make sure he'd put his shoes and hat in there. "Well. I'm Seventeen, and I'm Japanese." He decided to tell Vincent a little more about himself, plucking grass out and twisting it round his fingers. "I have a younger brother... um... I'll be going back to Japan in the Summer. I live just outside Chiba, it's really pretty and kinda close to the sea." Moe couldn't help but smile, thinking about his house and all of the familiarity of his homeland. "Have you heard of D'espairs Ray?" He asked suddenly, eyes sparkling. "They're my favourite band ever and the lead singer is so handsome." Fishing out his phone, he proudly displayed the background, a picture of one shirtless Hizumi. "That's the lead singer, he's called Hizumi. I met him once. He signed my dress." A girlish giggle. Oh Moe, don't be making Vin (and Rae) jealous now.

{Page three *licks*}

[Vincent Verax]

Following Moe back out across the field, he was far too occupied with the little wiggle of his hips to care about anyone else that might be hanging around. Truly you thought he was going to tag along with Moe without staring at his ass? You fail, then. Upon spying the ring of hedges, the pretty boy's warning was already way too late, as his head quickly started filling with all the things he could do behind the cover of those little shrubs. Stepping over them, he was more than happy to meet Moe for another kiss, those big eyes just slightly more than irresistible. Cradling the back of the younger boy's head, Vinnie gave his lower lip a little nibble before pulling away. Misato really has no idea what he's getting himself into, does he? Either way, Vincent was in an amazing mood.

When Moe laid back in the grass, he took the initiative to lay down as well and rest his head against his belly, nuzzling against it and closing his eyes. This was quite comfy. He was rather unaffected by the random bee, cracking open an eye just to make sure that it did indeed fly away and wasn't going to linger around to rape himself or Moe with his nasty little stingy butt. "Uh, well... I'm eighteen, b' I kind failed... a lot 'f classes. S'I'ma bit b'hind on th'whole graduatin' thing." It didn't bother Vincent that much that he wasn't going to graduate for a few years, as he really had no desire to go back home. There was nothing waiting for him back there that made him frantic to get back. In fact, now that he'd met Moe, he really didn't want to go anywhere in which the pretty boy wasn't going to be there. He's gotten a bit soppy, I know. He has such a weakness for the pretty, he just can't help it.

He listened patiently while Moe started telling him about himself, still laying with his head resting on the boy's tummy, tracing the little patterns on his dress with a fingertip idly. For most of this, his eyes were closed, though he would occasionally steal a glance up at him and smile. And then he was shown the picture of Hizumi. Snorting, Vincent sat up and pulled off his shirt, flexing the muscles in his chest and abdomen. "I'm way fuckin' hotter than 'im. Doncha think?" Smirking, he leaned down over Moe and propped himself with his arms. "An' 'm here givin' ya all th'attention y'could dream 'bout." Bending his elbows, he brought himself closer to Moe, almost as if he were going to kiss him again. Grinning cockily, he dropped down so he was resting on his elbows just above Moe. "Damn, Moe, I jus' can't resist ya."

[Misato Hazukashi]

Misato had no idea that Vincent was staring at his ass as they walked along to his favourite spot. The spring weather was making the walk quite pleasent, and he couldn't help but smile at the rows of daffodils and the buds coming out on a few of the trees. It did surprise Moe that Vincent was kept behind, even though anyone could see he wasn't really the brightest bulb in the box. Laughing gently, Moe's lips stayed red after Vin kissed him, and he kept batting his lashes, looking surprised. "You look really smug." He murmurred, touching Vin's lips, scanning his eyes with his own.

"Weeell..." Moe looked thoughtful and tapped his chin. "Maybe I can help you revise and learn? That way we could maybe graduate together." Smiling softly, the little Japanese boy settled in the grass and watched the bumblebee buzz off towards the daffodils. "'cause I'm sure you don't wanna stay here forever." Misato mumbled, partially to himself. The Spring air was making him feel very sleepy and content, and he closed his eyes, running his fingers through Vin's hair as he snuggled on his belly. "I'm not amazing at EVERY subject, but I'd love to help you pass!" Hesitantly, Moe reached over and touched his wings. "I don't think I'm ready to pass yet. I still suffer back pain so badly."

When Vincent took off his shirt and leant over him, Moe's eyes went large and wide, more doe-like than before. "I..." He began, going red in the face. Okay, so yes, little Misato was impressed, very impressed, but goodness, it took him by surprise. "Um... I..." Stuttering, he put his hands on Vincent's shoulders. "I think you should put your shirt back on." He finally said, looking away nervously. "But yes, you... you do look nice." He mumbled, putting his hands on his cheeks to try and hide his blush. "And it's nice that you're so... um... gentle with me." He admitted this quietly, running a fingertip over Vincent's chest. Oh Vincent, you're making him nervous, put your shirt on already.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent was growing more and more droopy with each pass of Moe's fingertips through his hair. So much so, in fact, that he was struggling to pay attention to what he was suggesting. Really, all he had heard was "graduate together" and nodded vigorously. "F'ya wanna. 'm up fo'it. An' by then I'd have y'on m'arm all th'time an' y'd b'so smitten wit' me, we'd move in t'gether an' live happily ever after an' all that shit." Okay, so maybe he was a little too optimistic about where this relationship with Moe was going, but you have to give him props for being so determined. Shaking himself out of his stupor, he lifted his head up and frowned a little at the mention of the back pain. "Would a massage make 't any better?"

And then he was shirtless and Moe was flustered and Vincent managed the most smug grin of his entire life. Making Misato blush like crazy had not exactly been his goal, but it was close enough so he was definitely going to take it. He tensed up a little when Moe's hands grazed over his skin, just looking down at him acting like the stud that he is. "But it's like... y'know, warm out an' feels good t'have th'sun on m' an' I look hot s'what's the problem?" Was Vinnie's response to Moe telling him to put his shirt on. All he really wanted was to keep Moe looking so adorable and red-faced. It was another huge ego stroke to get such a reaction out of him just by taking his shirt off. Let's all be thankful that it's just his shirt he took off and not his pants... no, he's not above that.

Still leaning over Moe suggestively, he slipped his fingers into his hair, then leaned down to kiss him again. If Misato had be honest about starting a kiss quota, I think Vinnie's overdrawn. He should be fined. Although this kiss was gentle, it lingered far longer than the others. "So... t'morrow at five f'our date, righ'? Y'gunna dress up f'me, babe?" What he means to ask is if Misa-Moe's going to be wearing more cute panties for him to peep at. What he wear over them is really of no importance to him, unless of course it's skimpy or sleazy. Unfortunately for him, I think he's going to have to keep dreaming when it comes to Moe wearing the sorts of things that Vin wants. Pretty dresses are just as good, though, don't let Vincent fool you.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe was also getting drowsy as the afternoon sun affected him. Just that warm, comfortable feeling as his fingers threaded through Vincent's hair, hearing the birds chirp in the trees and the faint jeering as the sports jocks bellowed about something or other. "Mmmhm." Said Moe, sounding less than 100% convinced as he laughed softly. "It's nice to know what you want, I suppose." He added dreamily, looking down at Vincent with a smile. Misato didn't honestly know what he wanted when he left the institute. He wanted to have his wings out, so he didn't have to hurt, but he also wanted to be a designer. He couldn't have both these things, and that troubled him. He had to choose between his power or a future in interior design. Looking bothered, he shrugged. "If you're offering, I'd like that very much."

Having an extremely handsome, shirtless man hovering over you tends to make things a little uncomfortable, as Misato was finding out very quickly. Only made worse when Vincent started talking about how hot he was. Moe was feeling the heat a bit TOO much, and with a little mumble, he tried to hide behind his hair. Of course, at this point Vincent leant down and kissed Moe, and the poor little thing lost any ability to resist at all, curling his arms around Vin's neck and kissing him back. "That's your last kiss of the day." Moe whispered, putting a finger on Vincent's lip and gently pushing his face away. It didn't stop the little Japanese boy blushing though, heart still beating somewhere up in his head.

"Oh? Of course!" Dress up. Moe LOVED dress up. He'd already started to conjure images of one of his favourite dresses, a pretty silky blue one with matching shoes and a pretty bow in his hair. "I'll wear my favourite dress from home, it's so pretty, I love it so much." Yes, Misato has every intention of making a very good impression of Vincent, but no, he isn't going to wear a tight leather dress with a dog collar, so Vin isn't going to get his fantasy Moe just yet. "Are you going to dress up too?" He asked, sitting up and pushing Vin away to get some air.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent frowned again upon being told he'd used up his last kiss of the day. That just wasn't fair! He hadn't received any warnings at all. "Awwww, y'f'sure s'th'last?" He asked hopefully, only to be pushed away by the tiny Japanese boy. I think that's a no, dear. It didn't take him long to get over his upset though, as he rolled over onto his back in the grass, looking up at the clouds and lazily running a hand over his bare stomach. He wasn't thinking much, other than what a great day it had turned out to be. No, not because of the weather... unless the forecast was "Sunny with a chance of boys in dresses." In that case, then fuck yeah he loved this weather.

A crooked grin spread across his face as Moe began talking about dressing up, picturing something far different from what Misato was actually going to wear. Somewhere in the back of his head, he knew he was just dreaming, but what was wrong with that? If Moe hasn't had a dirty thought about Vinnie throughout this whole thread, I'd be shocked. Especially since I know that Moe is hiding a naughty side under all his lace and ruffles and Vincent is easily the trigger to his dirty thoughts. I mean, damn the boy is hot, if I were Moe, I know I'd have a hard time keeping my thoughts as pure as I looked. Then again, Moe does look like a little bubblegum princess what with his pretty dresses and stockings and ribbons in his hair. It would be pretty hard to actually be that innocent.

Then the question was asked if he was going to dress up and for a moment, Vincent looked bewildered. "Well I ain' gunna pick y'up naked 'f that's whatcha mean." If anyone were to take a look in the goth boy's closet, they would find nothing of the "dressed up" variety. All there is is leather pants after leather pants after obscenely tight shirt after obscenely tight shirt. I'll admit, he doesn't have much variety when it comes to fashion, but he pulls off the look he's known for so good, what's the point in changing? Granted, prior to the date, there's no doubt in my mind that he'll spend a good three hours or more preening himself, as he does pride himself on his good looks, and he does want to show up at Moe's door and make him swoon. Once again, he can keep on dreaming.

Sitting up again, Vinnie moved behind Misato and stretched his legs out on either side of him. "One massage, comin' righ' up, y'cute thing." He said with a laugh as his hands rested on the boy's shoulders. Firmly but gently, he started rubbing small circles against his shoulders, neck, and down his back, careful not to hurt his delicate little wings. Pressing his thumbs lightly into Moe's muscles, he urged them to relax. "'m sorry y'get back pain. I jus' get fuckin' starvin or sleepy 'fter I heal. S'why I always carry food wit' me, so I don' b'passin out like m'buddy Floppy." Awww, Vincent's concern for Moe was actually really sweet. It made him sad to think that the poor boy had to deal with such pain just because of his wings. "So 's this helpin' ya, babe?" He asked, fingers moving down his back, touching lightly where his wings come through his dress.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Stretching out, Moe, likewise, stared up at the pretty blue sky, smiling to himself. The day HAD taken a turn for the better, he'd never thought a harmless visit to the birds nest would end in him having a very handsome goth boy lavishing him with attention. Taking a private sideways glance at Vincent, he broke into a brighter smile and tugged on his curls. Yes, the day was clearly one to be marked in the calendar, something like "Met Vincent" decorated with little hearts and stars.

When Vincent took to massaging Misato's tender little back, he let out a soft, and very sad sigh. "It's better when I have my wings out." He said quietly, curling his fingers in his dress. "The second I put them away, it hurts. It feels like I have razorblades stabbing through my skin..." The pain was nearly unbearable, Moe had worried greatly that the only way he could live in human society would be if he cut them off. But then, he loved his wings, he loved flying, he loved looking at them in the mirror. It was a dilemma, and a painful one. "Who's Floppy?" Moe asked suddenly, looking over his shoulder as Vincent moved his gentle hands across his back. "Is he a bunny?"

In the following moments, Moe found himself quietly enjoying the massage, wings occasionally fluttering with delight as he sat in the sun. It was after a few quiet minutes that he eventually spoke again. "I'm scared." He said softly, voice trembling. "Scared that I'll always hurt." Turning around, he looked at Vincent with large, frightened eyes, biting on his lip. "I want to live with normal people... I have dreams but..." He trailed off and shook his head, busying himself with looking in his purse, refusing to meet Vincent's eyes in fear of crying. And as far as he was concerned, it would ruin the whole afternoon. Misato's fingers trembled as he passed back Vincent's lighter, and then, again, he looked up, and fell forward, burying his little face in Vincent's chest.

"I don't want to hurt forever." He eventually admitted, fingers tangled in Vin's shirt.

[Vincent Verax]

"Floppy? Naah, he ain' a bunny." Although the image of Horus wearing bunny ears flickered in Vincent's head and made him grin, he was quite sure nothing about his friend was bunny-like. If anything, he was closer to a marshmallow than anything else. And no! I'm not saying Horus is fat! I'm just saying he's soft and squishy! Nothing wrong with that. "'e's one-a m'buddies. Narco. Call 'im floppy 'cause he falls over a lot. Y'd like 'im, I think. Maybe I'll intr'duce ya. Y'already know Sammy, obviously." Vincent nodded, as if making a note to himself to bring Moe the next time he had all his friends together, then looked even more worried when Moe started talking about his back pain. Pressing what he hoped to be a reassuring kiss to the pretty boy's shoulder, he redoubled his efforts on the massage, trying his best to will the pain away.

It was moments like this when he wished he could heal others instead of just himself. They usually happened when Horus had conked out and hurt himself, or Sammy had burnt someone other than him, but seeing Moe in such distress over his pain was infinitely worse than any of those combined. If it was at all possible, he would have taken the pain away from him, as he was already so used to being hurt that it would hardly be a bother to him. Gently running his fingers along Moe's spine, he watched him curiously as he started digging in his purse. "'m sorry, babe. Wish I coul' make 't better." Taking the lighter in his hand, Vin flipped it open, then closed, then folded his arms around Moe as he fell into his chest.

Gently rocking Moe in his arms, the grin he was so known for faded from his face. Vincent was at a loss. He wasn't very good with words and he didn't know what to say or what to do to cheer up the pretty boy in his arms. "Hey, babe?" Curling his fingers under Moe's chin, he tilted his head up. "S'gunna b'okay. Jus' think 'bout what a good time w'gunna have t'morrow! An' y'can't hurt f'ever, 'cause I'ma do whatever 't takes t'make sure y'don' feel a thing!" He wasn't sure exactly how he was going to go about that, but he was sure that he would do whatever it took. It's just adorable how much he already cares for the pretty boy. Moe should take advantage of that.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Misato hadn't meant to make Vincent feel bad. He'd made himself feel guilty in the process, simply by complaining about the pain. He'd never really spoken it, not even to his roommates. When November had asked him what was wrong one morning as he lay in bed, he'd lied and said he just felt a bit sick. He'd not gotten out of bed that whole day, and hadn't eaten. When Sammy'd brought him a sandwich, he'd just left it, and stared woefully out the window. Everyone else had bad and nasty side effects to their powers, so why should he whine about his? Jerking his head up when Vincent explained the nickname, Moe smiled and nodded. "It must be sad to have an illness like that. Falling asleep all the time..." He looked thoughtful and sighed.

The massage was beginning to ease the strain on Misato's back, but there was nothing anyone could do to stop the pain. Moe was stuck with this for life. The muscles in his back were stretched in such a way that when his wings were tucked inside, it cramped them and put pressure on both his shoulderblades and part of his spine. He had no idea of this, and probably wouldn't till a few years later, in a quiet discussion with one of the Institute's nurses. "Don't be sorry." Misato finally said, touching his hand to Vincent's cheek and pressing his lips to his in a small, tender little kiss that said more than Moe's words did. "It's not your fault, and there's nothing anyone can do about it."

"I'd understand." He suddenly announced, pulling back and staring at Vincent with his brown eyes sparkling. "If you don't want to date me, that is. I mean... I wouldn't want to date someone if they were always sore." Looking a little withdrawn, it took Moe some time to brighten again, and when he did, he tugged Vincent's arm and wrapped it around himself. "We're going to have a nice time tomorrow. I wont complain or act silly like this." Misato nodded, finally forcing a smile across his face. "Just fun. Me and you." He added finally, resting his cheek on Vincent's chest and smiling gently at him. "I'd love to make you smile. You're so gentle."

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent knew and understood that having powers wasn't entirely a good thing, but he found it unfair that some had worse side effects than others. All he had to put up with was a raging hunger after he healed and the possibility of passing out ala Horus if he didn't get food in time. It was really a minor inconvenience compared to having a constant pain. As he held Moe and slowly rocked him in his arms, he could only think of things he could do to cheer him up. He certainly didn't blame the boy for complaining, as he was sure it must have been frustrating dealing with such a thing. Heck, half the time he was complaining about how he was starving, even when he'd eaten enough to sate an entire army. It was moments like that, though, that he praised his high metabolism. He hadn't gained a pound since he was fifteen. I'm also insanely jealous and want to kick him for being so lucky.

Vincent went quiet at the little kiss and lifted his hand to Moe's cheek, stroking his thumb across it. He met Moe's eyes for a moment before finally speaking again. "I don' care. Jus' gives me plenty 'f reasons t'make sure y'havin' such a good time, y'don' even think 'bout y'back!" He sounded proud of himself and he tickled under Misato's chin, cracking the smile he's known for. It was actually quite difficult not to smile when he looked at Moe, so no worries there since you definitely put him in a good mood, Misato. "'f ya wanna complain, y'can complain. I won' mind at all. Feels good t'complain sometimes, I know!" Oh look at him, endless fountain of wisdom that he is. All hail the mighty Vincent. (Not really, he doesn't need any more confidence.)

"S'no more poutin', alrigh'? I know what'll cheer y'up!" With that, Vin hooked his arms around the boy and stood up, lifting him up, then rolling him over his shoulder to hold him on his back. He then leaped over one of the hedges with Moe on his back and started running around the little ring of hedges, his arms wrapped around Moe's legs to keep him on his back. He started spinning around in a circle, laughing to himself, then plopped down, breathless, and pulled Moe back onto his lap. "Aw shit, man, 'm outta shape. Don' think I'ma tire out that easy durin'... other activities though, babe." He said with a little wink, once again making me want to slap him for being a raging pervert.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Vincent's arms around his small body seemed to draw up some comfort for the little Japanese boy, listening to the steady thump of the other's heart to settle himself down. When he lived back in Japan, he used to listen to Ren's heartbeat to calm himself when he was upset, just lying next to his brother quietly. "It hurts a little less when I'm with you." Moe admitted, with a shy smile. The goth boy's company seemed to settle him down and stop him getting so worked up, especially after the football incident earlier. If anyone else had been there, the little thing would have probably burst into hysterical tears and just lay down, sobbing. But there Vin had been, defending him. Making sure a smile came back on his face.

As he was lifted up, Misato let out a tiny squeak, then giggled and threw his arms lightly around Vincent's neck. Burying his little cheek into Vin's shoulder, he broke into a true, happy smile and laughed delightedly, fingers stroking the line of the older boy's throat. "You're right!" He finally announced, prodding Vincent's cheek with a happy flush on his cheeks. "You are making me feel better~" But then Vin had to ruin everything by making a perverted comment, and Moe rolled his eyes, gently slapping him on the back. "I'm not interested in how long you last at that." He snapped, but with a playful tone lingering on his words. "At least, not yet." He added in a very, very soft tone, that Vincent would have had to have strained his ears to hear.

Now they were back on the ground, Moe reached for his purse once more, and took a photo of Vincent on his phone, smiling, then flipping it shut. "That way I can always see you, even when you're busy!" He said sweetly, setting the phone in his pocket. "Want to take a photo of me?" He asked brightly, patting Vincent down to try and find his phone in his pants. Frowning when he realised that the only phone Vincent would be keeping in his pants would be the "bananaphone", Moe huffed and toppled backwards. "... I think I might like kissing." He hummed thoughtfully, taking a thin stick of icecream flavoured pocky out of his purse and licking at it with his eyes up, watching the clouds across the sky. "But then... I think I might like you."

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent was proud that his childish antics were enough to cheer Moe up and in that instant, he decided to make it his goal in life to keep a smile on that pretty face. Lips like that shouldn't do anything but smile and kiss and... other things that I won't go into, but Vinnie would like very, very much. Although he winced when Moe drew his hand back after his naughty comment, he was glad to find it was hardly a smack at all, and he leaned in and bumped his forehead to Misato's, just barely catching his words. "Aw, babe, y'know y'thinkin' 'bout it. I can't b'th'only one!" I wonder how upset he would be if I told him he was indeed the only one thinking naughty thoughts right now. He'd probably vehemently deny it, then use Moe's blushing as proof that he was right, then do the Peter Pan stance of victory.

When Moe's phone pointed at him, he gave his best seductive look to the little camera, somewhere in his mind hoping that Misato might look at it for... inspiration. He's not YOU, Vincent. Nevertheless, he grinned and started tickling Moe's sides when he started patting him down. "Oooh, baby, y'wanna strip search me?" Laughing, he toppled onto his back and reached behind him for his own bag, fishing his phone out of it. He pulled Misato down on his chest, then held his phone above him to take a picture of them together, then proudly showed it to Moe. "Look how cute w'are! Well... y'cute. I kinda look sexy an' goofy." Yep, Vin, you hit the nail on the head for once in your life. Where's the confetti cannons when you need them?

It was then that Moe rolled off him and Vinnie caught sight of panties again. Smirking to himself, he realized it was only getting worse when the boy started lapping at a piece of pocky. Of course, he's not going to sit by and just let this happen without getting a little action, so as he crawled over Moe once again, he lapped at the treat as well, eyes on Moe's, and leaned in to steal another kiss. "Well jus' in case y'couldn't decide 'f ya liked kissin' or not, thought I'd give ya another sample." He said while looking rather smug. So much for the kiss quota. As if someone had just plugged an air pump into Vincent's ego, it started swelling again at the comment that Misato liked him. He really had been pulling out all the stops to impress the gorgeous little Japanese boy, but in his mind Moe was totally worth the effort.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Of course, Moe posed with his brightest smile up at the camera for the photo, then peeped at it and giggled. "You look handsome, of course." He said sweetly, stroking Vincent's cheeks and nosing his ear gently. "But you know that already." Snorting, he plucked a handful of grass and tossing it at Vin's head with a little shake of his head. "Because you've got an E.G.O." Wow, Moe's sussed you already Vincent, you'd better be worried. "But that's okay." He added softly, tugging at Vin's hair lightly and then flicking his nose. "I can put up with it."

As he lay in the grass with his beloved pocky, he'd completely forgotten that Vincent was the phantom pantie pervert, and had absolutely no idea that he was now being peeked on. "Huh?" He looked confused as Vincent climbed on top of him, and he blushed despite himself, watching the goth boy's tongue on his favourite candy treat. "Heeey!" He began, only to feel Vincent's lips on his own again. In spite of Misato's self control (which we both know is 10 times better than Vin's) he found himself kissing back a little eagerly, pushing his pretty lips forward with abandon. "Well, maybe I've decided now." He whispered hoarsely, touching through Vincent's hair for a moment, before sitting up and sliding his shoes on, still nibbling at the coated biscuit stick.

"I should head back now, though." Moe finally said, pushing his hat on his head and looking a little sad. "I have homework and I promised Sammy I'd watch and translate The Ring for him tonight." Standing up, he pulled Vincent up with him and tugged his purse over his shoulder. "Don't forget! Tomorrow, at five!" Looking a little thoughtful, he broke into another bright smile. "You can walk me back to my dorm if you'd like?" Placing one slender hand in Vincent's own, he looked up hopefully. "I'd like it if you could~" He trailed off, giving Vin little time to decide anyway, before pulling him along, a spring in his step... and his skirt slightly scrumpled up at the back. If Vincent is a gentleman, he'll pull it down, but you and I both know he's going to oggle some free ass.

[Vincent Verax]

Phantom pantie pervert? If Vincent were a super villain, that would totally be his name. Thankfully for everyone, he is nowhere near being super nor a villain (unless of course you happen to be the football jerk that hit Moe with the ball. That shit don't fly.) He looked rather smug with himself as he hovered over Moe once again, deciding that he rather liked being this close to Moe and could really get used to having him around at all times. The smug look on his face only worsened following the kiss and he reluctantly rolled off of the pretty boy to let him get up. "'m pretty sure I really like kissin' ya. 'n'fact, I don' wanna stop." But, dear Vincent, you don't get a choice in the matter. You're going to play by Moe's rules if you want any chance of getting that. I shouldn't have said that, because now Vincent is picturing Dominatrix!Moe which means I'm picturing it and this makes me sad.

When Moe said he had to leave, Vincent's face fell and he pouted much like a kid who was told he couldn't have his way. He'd been having such fun that he didn't want it to end, but he took Moe's hand in his anyways. "... can w'go th'long way?" Vinnie asked Moe hopefully, wanting to spend as much time with him as possible before he was once again left to his own devices. He'll probably just sit around and mope for lack of anything better to do or he'll go bother Horus if he's around and not conked himself out down the stairs or something. Vin had to admit, he'd be pretty upset if Horus ended up seriously hurt himself, for as much as he teased his friend, he really did care about him. So sue him if he has an awkward way of showing it.

And Vincent finally noticed he had a free view of Moe's ass, which led to another goofy smile. As he was dragged along, he just marveled at the sight for a few minutes. If it's out there, why not look? Eventually though, his manners caught up with him and with only a a brief graze of his hand over Moe's backside (You thought he was going to pass up an opportunity to touch?) he grabbed the back of Misato's dress and pulled it down properly. "Y'know, I really like y'panties an' all, but I think I like 't better when I'm th'only one who sees 'em." He said with a toothy grin, taking his hand from Moe and wrapping his arm around his hip instead. He was dragging his feet in the grass as they walked back up towards the school, really wanting to postpone the walk as much as he could. Poor Vinnie, he has sadness.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Walking along quietly with Vincent, Moe did feel sad that the nice time he'd been having with the goth boy had to end, but he knew Sammy would be sad if he didn't watch The Ring with him, and besides, his roommates had all agreed to have a midnight feast. He was looking forward to this greatly, especially since he'd been hoarding Japanese gummy sweets under his bed for the past week, and had also managed to bribe the kitchen staff to give him sandwiches and little cupcakes. Vincent might think HE'S the kitchen staff's favourite, but you try resisting a cute pretty boy with a big smile. Its already claimed Vincent as it's most recent victim, so imagine what the kitchen boy is like.

"Ohh..." Misato suddenly sighed as Vincent's hand brushed against his backside, cheeks going brilliant red. "Vincent..." Cupping his little cheeks with his fingers, he let out a tiny whimper, then swallowed as his dress was tugged down. "Oops." He finally mumbled, looking away as they trudged through the long way back to the dormitories. It took quite a few more seconds before the colour cleared from Misato's pretty pink cheeks, and he eventually looked up at the taller boy with an adorable smile. "So... um... What are you thinking of doing for our date?" He asked cutely, jumping over a puddle in the pavement and humming brightly. "Or is it a surprise?"

As the dorms grew ever closer, Misato hesitated and fidgetted around in one of his pockets, pulling out a little silver charm in the shape of a cupcake and passed it over to Vincent with a smile. "This is a charm I bought for myself when I first came here." He explained, still walking towards the staircase to his dorm. "I pretended it had a tiny bit of luck in it, so when I felt sad I'd pull it out and squeeze it tight. You can keep it till we meet again. You might feel happier that way." Nodding his little head, Moe took the first step up on the staircase, and found himself nearing eye-level with Vincent. "Thank you for today. For everything. You really made me happy." He said sweetly, leaning in for a little kiss. "I can't wait for tomorrow now~"