ailurophilia || alaina Jan 28, 2013 22:23:40 GMT -4
Post by The Prince on Jan 28, 2013 22:23:40 GMT -4
Kaibun seemed pleased to be able to rest after a day on the move. The Prince ran his fingers idly along the sensitive spot behind the cat's ears, feeling the cat purr affectionately under his hand. In the Prince's left hand he held the book he'd slowly been working through. It was the only book he had been able to find that was in Japanese, a rarity even before the fall of civilization and nearly a phenomenon in Fort York. While the Prince could read quite well in English, he preferred to read in his native language. It was a lot more pleasant for him, and it was nice to have at least some familiarity. He didn't particularly miss Kyoto or his life back in Japan, but he didn't mind the little taste of home he got when reading or writing in Japanese. The only light illuminating the book was the sunlight streaming in through a high window in the hideout. The Prince sat on a worn-out sofa that was in the sunlight, not bothered or surprised by its moth-eaten state. He'd kicked it once before sitting down to get at least most of the dust out of the way.
The hideout was quite a bit out of the way for him personally, given that the Prince rarely ventured out of the less-dangerous outer area of Fort York. Still, Mai had told him to come here, and he trusted her wholly. He'd found the note in the apartment Mai had introduced him to. It had been fairly concise, although Mai's handwriting was sloppy at least by the Prince's standards -- his own handwriting was meticulously neat, every letter in perfectly in line (as one of his professors had commented upon seeing it for the first time). The Prince attributed Mai's less-than-neat handwriting to her drinking, although it wouldn't have surprised him if her handwriting had been messy otherwise. He had simply written "Okay. -Daisuke" at the bottom of the scrap of paper the note had been written on to signify to the Vampyre that he had seen it. Mai was presently the only one who called him "Daisuke," being the only one close and personal enough to do so. He wouldn't have had any quarrels had Zero chosen to use his real name, although with Zero, the aliases seemed to be a part of a mutual understanding.
The Prince didn't think that the hideout would be safe for any sort of long-term use, although it'd do at least as a meeting point. He had wondered briefly why Mai hadn't simply had them meet up at the apartment, although he figured that, given the nature of their relationship, the amenities of the apartment would be too tempting if there was an actual purpose to the meetup. The Prince realized for a moment that his focus had drifted away from the book and his cat when Kaibun began pressing his head against the Prince's palm, trying to get him to continue paying attention to him. The Prince shut the book, not wanting to read it if he couldn't provide it his full attention, and placed it in his bag. He checked that his pistol was tucked into the waist of his jeans, not daring to be without it in the infested area. His chainsaw was at his feet. He had done his routine maintenance on it before he'd left the apartment, not wanting to his chainsaw to stall out if something unpleasant happened to find them. It was in the daytime, though, so very few Overminds and Reavers would be out.
Finally the Prince pulled the lithe gray cat into his lap. He felt behind the cat's ears and under his chin, smiling slightly as the cat nuzzled affectionately into his chest, purring once more. Kaibun had proven himself a worthy ally, at least for company while he waited for his Vampyre