Thread: Das Spiel ist aus (shuichi-kun x midnight)

i'm glad I make you want a catgirl by the way. i want one too...except oddly, i don't enjoy playing heterosexual relationships. xD by the way...i hope you don't mind that i doubled a bit...i do it without thinking because i enjoy it so much. Satisfaction came in many forms. The poor cat would be in for a rude awakening soon enough. Nodding his head in a firmly decisive manner Varick turned on his heel and walked in the opposite direction. For a second it seemed he was headed for the doors. What a cruel ploy that would be. But no. Right when the man reached the doors, he turned again, and he moved toward the large counter top and the cashier behind with unwavering purpose. When he reached the slightly balding man whose name apparently was Marty, he said, I would like to buy that boy. He didn't point. Not finding any need to, as there was only one species of male in this building. Surprisingly, a look of dull confusion crossed the shopkeeper's ruddy face. What boy? he asked, loftily. His tone was falsely questioning and his methods of deceit were so bad a small child could have seen straight through them. The truth was in his eyes too. They were a dark brown, near-black, and they narrowed a fraction, as if to provoke any kind of response from the blond haired German standing before him. Not allowing himself a pause, Varick said, voice entirely calm, You know well the boy I mean. The young one back there -- the one with the grey hair, who sits across from the females of his kind. I believe you placed his sources of food out of reach? And those words came out sharp, sharper than he had intended in fact, but even the most controlled man would have difficulty restraining himself in the face of such shameless discrimination. Again, he thought for a punishment, yes, but for nothing at all...? Subconsciously his hands had become clenched, hanging at his sides, though with the ability to rise up at any moment, should the wrong thing be said. His hazel gaze was heated. Ah, that one. Marty's demeanor hastily switched to something more personable. After all, he was the type of man who wasn't afraid to abuse his power when he had it. But he was also a shrewd man and could tell when the game was not in his favor. Turning his head to the boy in question's cage, he cleared his throat. Don't know why you'd want it. It's not very interesting, it just complains all day. I'll take my chances. Varick said, dryly. Sure you will...but he costs 1,000,000.00. The price was horrifyingly high, even higher probably than what was being charged for the catgirls. Marty hated the boy that much, it almost bordered on love. So he wanted to keep him around. Use him as his own personal punching bag...his perfect outlet with feelings. That sounds reasonable. Varick nodded, hiding his satisfaction at the knowledge of Marty's astonishment, behind a concentrated frown. Do you take checks? Uh....y-yeah. And so it was done. The young teen's cage was unlocked by Marty, who Varick stood beside, a length of leather leash hanging from hand hand, and a collar from the other. We're going home, mein ktzchen...but first, let us put on your things. He indicated the restraints with a faint smile. Mein ktzchen my kitten.