Thread: ✗ ✘ øυϯ øƒ cøηϯяøℓ ✘ ✗ [Viktoff Samson & SoTheySay]

The moment Kana caught Shin openly gawk her gaze instantly gravitated towards anywhere else but on him. She continued to fidget on the spot under his unapologetic stare, flushing when several seconds passed with no response. Doing her best to stay calm, avoiding letting her eyes wonder over his own bare skin, Kana barely managed to sneak a quick glance his way hearing him at last acknowledge her request. In an instant her pairs of blues were locked back in place on a specific spot of the carpeted floor. It wasn't long before Shin reappeared from what she assumed to be his bedroom, clean clothes neatly folded and offered to her still bashful fidgety self. One hand still keeping the towel up she used the other to accept the choice of attire, hugging the material against herself much like she had with the towel on her way to shower. M-mm.. Kana sounded, nodding her head at first before realizing how rude she may have come off, willing herself to lock eyes with him, allowing him a clear view of her flustered state. Yes, please... I'm... I'm still hungry. She meekly admitted, properly responding to him, eyes repeatedly shifting away, thin brows furrowing with her lips puckering as her tongue peaked out from a corner. As though trying to recall the taste of the previous cup of coffee that just barely eased the hunger pains and increasing nausea. That was the first time I really had anything remotely considered filling in... a week, I think... If I remember correctly. Kana shared, her expression turning sour and unfocused, once again reminded of how she ended up in his care to begin with. They purposely starved me, probably hoping I'd lack basic self control or any sense of dignity were they to... succeed. The thought of eating them, as an act of revenge, had crossed my mind while I was escaping but... She paused, lips curling into a disgusted sneer, eyes narrowing and nose scrunching up in added effect. The thought of having my parents' murderers inside of me quickly ruined the appetite I awoke with until the smell of humans overwhelmed me. Realizing she probably spoke too soon, too much, Kana's body language changed nearly instantaneously, flushing with a soft awkward chuckle of embarrassment. Ah sorry, I'll just uh... I'll just change now... yeah. With multiple turns of her head shifting from Shin towards the bathroom and gestures with her arm holding his clothes, Kana excused herself with a second bow and hasty retreat. The door closed with a touch more force, further showcasing her flustered state. 'Gaaah what the hell, Kana?!' She mentally scowled herself, momentarily squeezing her eyes shut, trying to will away the warmth from her face. Just... calm down.. She muttered out loud, slowly cracking her eyes back open, taking in a deep breath. Setting the pile down on the sink Kana unwrapped herself, placing the damp towel besides the dry clothes. Snatching up the shorts she was quick to step into them, audibly snorting by how long and baggy they fit her. His shirt wasn't much better, her smaller frame practically swimming in material. It was only around the bust section did the material actually hug and stretch. For a moment his scent flooded her heightened senses, her hands subconsciously pulling at the shirt, bringing it closer to her nose. Drifting into a daze of sorts she deeply inhaled, eyes briefly fluttering closed, absently nuzzling her face against the cotton. When a low pleased hum rumbled from her throat her eyes snapped open, realizing just what the hell she was doing. In an increasingly growing familiar fluster she repeatedly smoothed the shirt, horribly embarrassed. 'Shhh! Stop it already!' She whined, patting herself on the chest where the thundering of her heart was just under. After taking several seconds to calm and mentally prepare herself, Kana found means of distracting her wondering thoughts before facing Shin again. Firstly tossing the flimsy and tattered filthy garments into the trash bin nestled in the corner. Then placing the same towel around her shoulders to avoid soaking the shirt with her still dripping wet hair. Roughly a solid five minutes passed before she exited the bathroom for a second time, leaving the door wide open to clear out the steam still trapped inside. Bathroom is free! She exclaimed, allowing Shin the opportunity to clean up next, exchanging fleeting smiles as they passed one another. Kana making a beeline for the couch, attention narrowing in on the fresh cup of coffee left waiting for her on the glass table. Making herself comfortable, legs tucked under her, Kana with far more grace, sipped at the brew, taking the time to appreciate the taste, savor it unlike her first serving... Once finished emptying the beverage to the last drop, she set the still warm mug down, Shin still showering by the sound of running water reaching her keen ears. Satisfied, for the most part, clean with a not so aggressively rumbling stomach, she sounded a tired yawn, stretching her arms high above her head. Shifting to lay down, curling up, a drowsy look softened her facial features, barely able to keep her eyes open much longer. Within seconds she caved, falling into a deep slumber. It had been so long since she last had a proper chance to rest, unfortunately her nap would be anything but comfortable. Initially she was blessed with a dreamless sleep, one that quickly morphed into her literal worst nightmare her memories. Repeatedly she watched her parents die, over and over again, their look of terror permanently frozen in place. Then there was the experiments, several hands belonging to masked strangers groped and probed at her delicate flesh. Various instruments were used to slice into her, deliberately slow, extended her agonizing time awake by the hours. Stop! Stop! Get away from me! She'd scream at first, at the top of her lungs, wailing and thrashing to no preavil. Reliving the worst of it in her sleep, Kana was entirely oblivious to the blood curling screams that ripped out of her in reality. Body violently withering and tossing on the couch, her kagune out on display, twitching and bristling, instinctively activated believing herself to be in danger. Stop...! She sobbed, chocking on her own spite from her erratic breathing pattern. In reality her hands clawed at the couch, her teeth gnawing at her lip to the point of breaking the skin in her dream's self poor attempt at swallowing her pained cries of agony. Repeatedly she flinched, shrieking each time, shuddering with every memory of injury remembered in her slumber.