Monday's Child is Full of Grace (Vincent)

[Vincent Verax]

Apparently the little touch to Moe's rump was much better received than he was anticipating and Vincent stored this apparent sensitivity away for later... encounters. He was fine with the silence as they very slowly made their way back to the school, quite content just walking with the Japanese boy at his side. It was rare of Vin to let such a length of silence go unmolested, as he was often the one being told to shut up or to use his "inside voice." Little did anyone know, but I'm almost 100% positive that Vincent does not have an inside voice. He's got three volumes; whisper, loud, and screaming. I can sense your shock over his ability to whisper, but when you realize what he uses it for, you'll be less than surprised.

"S'a surprise, babe. B'don' worry, I'll make sure y'have so much fun y'won't wanna leave an' then maybe y'could come back t'my place after? I'll clean 't up all nice f'ya." Vinnie's idea of cleaning would be shoving all his dirty clothes in the closet in a huge pile, tossing out all the old pizza boxes, then unloading a full bottle of Febreeze all around. Not the most thorough clean, I know, but it will be infinitely better than the state his apartment is in right now. "Y'can meet Ema!" At this, the goth boy looked extremely excited. Truly the most influential judge for his relationships was the giant spider; if they were good with her and she didn't try to eat their fingers, they were bound to stick around for a while. Anyone that ever threatened harm to his baby girl was quickly kicked out and deemed a loser. You should never underestimate the love between a boy and his tarantula.

Looking down at the charm in his hand, Vincent couldn't help but to smile. Something so cute just fit with Moe and he felt special to be receiving it. "I can jus' think 'bout ya when I hold it. That'll make m'happy." Flattery alert! He ran his thumb over the little charm, then looked back at Moe. He smiled at the thanks and eagerly kissed him back. "Y'better get lots 'f sleep tonigh', 'cause y'gunna need tons 'f energy f'tomorrow!" He warned, although I don't want to think of the double meaning he has for that sentence. I'm sure they're better left to his perverted little mind. Once more, he cheekily swept Moe off his feet and carried him up the stairs, setting him down in front of his door.

{Page four! Eat that, bitches >3}

[Misato Hazukashi]

Misato was delighted at how Vincent recieved the little charm. Smiling and holding Vincent's gaze, he laughed sweetly as he was carried up the stairs, curling his fingers in the goth boy's hair. As they reached Moe's dorm door, he smiled brighter still, and nosed his little face into Vincent's chest. "I really liked spending time with you today." He said softly, stroking down Vin's arm. "Thank you. For the football jocks... for the cake, for the massage, everything." Flittering his wings, he turned to unlock his door, then looked over his shoulder.

"Goodnight, Vincent." He said in a sugary sweet voice, wings fluttering playfully as he disappeared through the door, leaving a faint mist of silvery dust as the small boy disappeared from sight. Once the door was closed, Moe leant against it and opened his phone, quietly replacing his beloved Hizumi background with one of Vincent, touching the screen with his tiny fingers, before disappearing through to go and tell Sammy ALL about his day, and start on that mountain of homework.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent stood outside Moe's door with the boy in his arms, unable to stop grinning as Misato nuzzled his chest. Today had probably been one of the best, if not the best days of his life. It wasn't very often that he managed to woo an adorable boy, beat up a jackass, get lots of kisses from said adorable boy, and then get the pretty boy to agree to a date with him. For as handsome as Vinnie is, he's still an idiotic jackass who causes more trouble than he's worth, but luckily for him that seems to be Moe's preferred type. That, or he just really likes boys that dress in black, wear eyeliner, and looking fucking hot sans a shirt. That fits Vincent to a T without going anywhere near his heavily flawed personality. I wonder if eHarmony would end up matching these two...

"M'too, babe. I had a fuckload 'f fun t'day. An' I can't wait til t'morrow." He meant that last fragmented sentence very much, as he was already thinking about what he was going to do with Moe tomorrow, looking forward to making it the best day of the girly boy's life. He laughed when Moe pulled back from his chest and turned his back to him, no doubt about it that Vincent's eyes were no longer above the waist. It's like magnetism, I swear, his eyes - just like his hands - are drawn to Moe-ass. He winked at Moe as he disappeared, accidentally inhaling some of the dust that the boy left behind just before disappearing behind the door. He sneezed, then leaned back against the opposite wall looking very pleased with himself.

What Vincent didn't know was that Moe's little pixie dust wasn't as harmless as it looked. (Although there are a lot of things that Vincent doesn't know, but that's beside the point.) It only took a couple minutes of building up his own ego that it started to kick in. He was walking down the stairs when he started to see... things. To spare you all, I'll just leave you with the image of Vin chasing something imaginary across the campus, giggling like a little school girl. Trust me when I say that you do not want to know what he's chasing. It would ruin your image of sweet, innocent little Misato.