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[COMPLETE AIM LOG] The Real Batman and Prehistoric Robin; The Meeting
WHO: Hiruma Youichi and Marco
WHERE: In and around Garden Heights AKA Hell Towers AKA the Batpad
WHEN: May 27
WARNINGS: strangeness
SUMMARY: Hiruma scares Marco. Marco discovers his power. ANTICS ENSUE.
FORMAT: AIM log
Marco had made it. While having a fair sense of direction, even it didn't keep him from wandering off course once or twice. Though some streets were purposefully avoided out of looking too... well, creepy. It had been an otherwise uneventful, albeit long walk.
He checked the addresses of the buildings he passed, but when he spotted the tall fortress of apartments, he need not even ask. There was a strange sort of comfort reading the sign that only Hiruma could come up with. It might scare away folks who didn't know him, but otherwise it was typical and almost familiar. Marco sighed, not even realizing he'd stopped to stare.
Hiruma wasn't interested in waiting for Marco inside, oh no. He knew good and well that this particular new arrival would absolutely wet his pants if Hiruma snuck up on him in monster form. The guy was a bit of a coward and easily startled. It was an opportunity he just couldn't pass up.
As a small bat, Hiruma fluttered from tree to tree, looking more like a slightly erratic bird than a bat and not really attracting much attention. A perfect sneak attack. He found a sturdy branch and shifted into his larger monster bat form and sat perched on the branch, wings folded beside him and large teal eyes regarding the other quarterback. A grin stretched across his snout like a gash in his face lined with razor sharp teeth. He would wait for the perfect moment to pounce.
As if finishing an inner monologue, Marco shrugged and started toward the front gate of the building. In the back of his mind he couldn't help but feel this was all still al dream. Or maybe that was hope. Things were both strange and mostly convenient, fitting for a dream.
There. He was moving forward. Hiruma grinned even wider, so wide that it seemed like his skull my split in half. He crouched down on the branch and, with a loud shriek, jumped from it and glided towards Marco, claws spread, mouth open and fangs gleaming. Yeah, he knew how to look scary. He flapped over the other's head and screeched again, coming to a rather graceless landing in front of Marco, blocking his path to the apartment complex.
Marco jumped at the shriek, first thinking it was a woman or child, but a split second later, he found himself wishing for a hundred screaming women and children. The waning light of the evening did well to highlight just what was coming toward him, and whatever it was, it was a nightmare.
He let out a yelp of his own at the second sound it made, body twisted around and head craned back to see it. His heart was pumping blood from his throat by then, and maybe, he thought in a confused and frantic haze, maybe he should just let the thing eat him. And then maybe he'd wake up.
But no, instincts kicked in. After a bit of sputtering, he turned to take off running the way he came. However, his legs weren't exactly on board, making him stumble and fall. Before his rump hit the concrete, however, something changed. Marco wasn't in the mind to notice the shifting bones and nauseous sort of pain, all he knew was that he was finally bolting down the street, faster than he'd ever run before. Run away, run away his mind screamed over and over again, and he did, blind to the fact that he was no longer a human man, but a fluffy prehistoric turkey.
Hiruma cackled at the reaction he had expected. Yep, Marco was still a huge coward. But who wouldn't run away from something like him? He was a monster. And man, did he ever love it.
The other reaction, he didn't really expect. It was a familiar sight, one he'd watched in the mirror many times. Fast, relatively quick and pretty painful sometimes. But Marco was something small and feathery. He didn't really get a good look because the small feathery Marco had run off. Very, very fast. Not as fast as Sena with his super speed on, but still, too fast for him to catch on foot. And probably on wing. But he would try anyway.
Getting a loping start and leaping into the air, Hiruma followed the little dinosaur as best he could. He kept high, out of sight mostly. Man, that little shit could run. But he would tire out. Or realize that he wasn't human any more. One of the two.
The latter came first, as when he whipped his little head around to see if the thing was still following him (waa, it was), he was no longer looking where he was going. He almost met a garbage can left on the curb head first, but made a dynamic leap backwards, changing direction on a dime. Stumbling a bit on his new legs, Marco suddenly gave pause. Usually... he was much taller than a garbage can.
Completely bemused by this revelation, it took the flapping of giant wings to snap him out of it. He put his head down and started to run again but--well, simply put, those were not his feet. They weren't even human feet. He slowed again to stare, running less urgent now that he was certain this whole ordeal was a dream. Why else would he suddenly be in the body of a dromaeosaurid?
Hiruma noticed the slowing and the almost hitting of the garbage can (and couldn't help but snicker a bit). He landed with the same relative amount of grace and shifted back to human form with a few snaps of bone and muscles. He grimaced a bit. It always hurt if he did it too fast like that, but no pain, no fucking gain, right?
"YO!" he finally called out, hopefully loud enough to get the quarterback-turned-formerly-extinct-creature's attention, "EYELASHES. Hold up for a second there, fucking fancy feet."
Marco whipped his agile body around, adjusting his head with a birdlike twitch to see where that familiar voice was coming from. He spied Hiruma with one blue eye, then darted his gaze up to the sky, looking for the creature. Seeing nothing, he looked back to Hiruma, hesitant. The connection dawned on him then, Including something Shin had said about a bat and shapeshifting. It was still unbelievable, but that was just Hiruma, through and through.
There are nicer ways to greet someone, I'd say, Marco meant to say. But his vocal chords and tongue tripped over themselves and all that came out was a garbled sort of clucking and squawking, surprising himself, as well.
Hiruma cackled again at the noises he was making. "DUDE you sound like a fucking chicken on crack, it's fucking hilarious! Just a hint, I don't speak giant turkey, so no point in 'talking'. Kekekeke!" Hiruma folded his arms and looked down at the dinosaur smugly, "Well, guess we figured out YOUR power. Who'da thunk we'd be brothers in arms, as it were? Kekeke!" Hiruma found the whole thing terribly amusing. What was this place, just fixated on turning quarterbacks into their respective mascots?
Marco had a lot to say to that, thinking that it should be some kind of crime to let Hiruma talk without rebuttal. But like he pointed out, trying to speak was useless. Attempting another sentence came out much the same, hissing and clicking added in. If dinosaurs could have expressions, there's no doubt he'd be pouting.
So it was true. Hiruma could change into a monster and Marco could turn into... something. He cocked his head to look down at his new hands, three fingered tipped with long curving claws, a fluff of what could be flight feathers jutting out from each wrist. Next, he twisted his neck back to look at the rest of his body. Sure enough, it had all the features he'd expect. It would actually be rather impressive if it was someone else, and not him. A real live dinosaur...
Resigned to his fate, Marco approached Hiruma, claws clicking on the pavement. Only coming up to his stomach, he craned his neck back, twitching his head to the side to look at him, waiting for useful information to come out of his pointy mouth.
Hiruma looked around. People were starting to gather and stare. That wouldn't be good. They'd wanna take him and try to clone him or something. Annoying. Though Hiruma did find the idea a bit hilarious. Marco clones running around.
"Look, I can help you get back to being lame old sleazeball Marco, but we need to get away from these prying fucking eyes." He jerked a thumb at the still growing crowd, some of whom where taking out their cellphone cameras to snap pictures. Hiruma shifted again, into monster form. He let out a loud screech at the crowd, bearing fangs and causing many of them to scatter and one woman to faint. He chirped at Marco, then jumped on the raptor's back, grabbing on to him tightly with hand-esque feet. He gave the dinosaur a look, as if to say Better not fucking struggle if you don't wanna get dropped. But of course, that much can hardly be inferred from a simple look.
Easily bearing the weight of the light creature, Hiruma took off with a few powerful wingbeats.
Marco barely had time to comprehend what Hiruma was saying before there was a monster in front of him again. He tensed on instinct, the feathers on his head bristling up. It was an ultimate, and maybe unwise, act of trust that made him force himself to keep from dashing off again. He let out a pitiful hiss when Hiruma's claws made contact with him. He stared up with one, terrified eye as they cleared the ground, his scaly legs kicking at nothing.
It had all happened in a matter of seconds. The crowd looked up and kept snapping photos until the pair was out of sight. Hiruma made the flight as quick and, hopefully, as painless and possible, but he had to grip Marco pretty tightly to keep from losing him.
The bat alighted on the rooftop of the apartment complex, a roof covered not in cement, but in a fairly lush garden with places to hide. Before changing back, Hiruma dove down to the street and snatched up Marco's clothes, which had found their way into a puddle when he'd shifted so suddenly. He brought them back up to the roof before shifting back to human. "Kekeke, what an adventure.
By the time Hiruma had reappeared, Marco was on all fours, clawed hands sprawled like he was hugging the ground. His movements seemed a bit nervous too, head a little twitchy, neckfeathers still a little stiff. Glancing up to Hiruma, he made note of his clothes, and for the first time realized that he'd have to find a way to turn back, if that was even possible.
"Kekeke, you look like you're gonna be sick, dino boy," Hiruma coughed a bit and sat down, crossed legged in front of him. For once, he didn't want to be intimidating. "Heh. I got stuck my first time for two fucking days. But that's because I was hardheaded and wouldn't ask for any goddamn help."
Hiruma scratched his neck thoughtfully, grinning a sly grin, "So, you can either stay small and feathery or I can try and help your stupid scardey ass. Option A or Option B, the fucking choice is yours. Better make up that birdbrain quick cause I'm not gonna be in the mood to be a nice teacher for much longer. All that shifting makes me hungry, you know."
Marco straightened to his full height, which was now about even with Hiruma. He took a few steps closer and clicked his tongue, not even trying to speak anymore. Of course he wanted to be human again, if only for the ability to defend himself verbally. The trick was communicating his answer to Hiruma, as Marco had the feeling that he was going to be tricked at any moment. So with caution, he glanced toward the pile of clothes, extending his neck a little, then looked back to Hiruma and bobbed his head in a few nods.
Hiruma cackled and rubbed his hands together, "What, you say you'd rather get a snack and work this out later? Why birdbrain, that's a BRILLIANT idea!" He cackled again and snatched up Marco's clothes, then started walking towards the entrance to the elevator. Without looking back at the dinosaur, he made a gesture with his hand that was indicative of "follow me".
"Besides, it'll be good for you. Get used to this alternate body of yours. Kekeke, knowing you, you'd just go back to normal and never use it again. And that would just be no fun," he turned back to face Marco, grinning another grin fit to split his skull, "It'll be a character building exercise, Maruko-kun."
Marco wasn't surprised. But that didn't make it any less frustrating. He wobbled where he stood for a moment, utterly exasperated, then trotted to catch up with Hiruma. While he blabbered, Marco's reptilian gaze never left the other man, almost like was glaring. Marco would figure this out himself, he had confidence in his own ability. However, a little bit of irrationality seeped in. He was annoyed and needed to do something about it.
So when Hiruma had finished talking, Marco did the first thing in the list of animal instincts: he lunged forward and chomped down on Hiruma's hand. It was a warning bite by nature, so no real force was put into the little snappy jaws. But each and every one of his teeth were like little daggers, easily drawing blood.
Hiruma let out a yelp and tore his hand away. It had several puncture wounds now and they were beginning to bleed. He glared daggers at Marco and put his hand in his mouth, sucking the blood with an almost pouty look on his face. He removed his hand and wrapped it up quickly in the bottom of his shirt.
"You're fuckin' lucky that wasn't my RIGHT hand, ass. Otherwise I'd drop you off the top of this goddamn building. See how well those gimpy fucking wings of yours work. My guess is not well." He hissed a little. Man, that fucking stung. He angrily flung open the door to the elevator chamber, then pressed the button with no small amount of disgust, "Fine! See if I help you at all. And you can take the stairs or wait for the next elevator. You aren't getting on here with me, you animal."
Marco chirped, darting forward as soon as Hiruma was inside. The elevator was hardly long enough for both him and his stiff tail, but he was determined to stay in. Maybe biting Hiruma wasn't the smartest thing to do, but it was still satisfying, in an odd, primitive way. He already felt better.
Hiruma growled again and punched the button for the floor that his apartment was on. "Che! You can't even fit in here! Would serve you right to get the end of your tail chopped off, wouldn't it?" Hiruma pouted and stormed out of the elevator when it dinged cheerfully at his floor and pulled out his keys with equal irritation.
Storming in, he found the apartment empty. "You're rooming with Kakei. I'll call him and tell him you're coming so he doesn't, you know, try and fucking drown you."
Clucking insistently, Marco followed Hiruma for a few paces. He'd much rather have a key than to try and reason with someone he'd hardly met. But there was no way to communicate this to Hiruma, and perhaps not even if Marco could speak. Despite circumstances, he couldn't help but feel... well, amused. The invincible Hiruma had another side to him.
Hiruma pulled out his cellphone and sent a quick message to Kakei, then wandered into the bathroom and grabbed a package of band-aids and some antiseptic ointment. Before he went to work on his (in his own mind) mangled hand, he grabbed a small key from a box and tossed it to Marco. "Room 1903." His expression had already changed from a pouty one to a more bored, uninterested one; his other default expression when he wasn't smiling like a cheshire cat. He pulled out the band-aids and went to work on his hand, hissing as he went.
The key bounced to a halt between Marco's feet. Instead of immediately tending to it, he peered into where Hiruma disappeared to. With some odd cooing, like he was talking to himself, Marco wandered into Hiruma's apartment. It didn't take him long to find the clothes Hiruma had brought in for him. He soon realized that his wrists didn't rotate, so picking up the bundle was a bit of a task. After a moment he managed, and went to find that key. He figured he could come back for his shoes later.
Hiruma growled a bit at the dinosaur, still putting band-aids on his hand. "If you're quite finished snooping around my apartment, you can leave, you know. Door's open. Che..." and with that comment, he went silent, obviously less than interested in anything that wasn't making the pain in his hand go away. It was like paper cuts... but all the fuck over his hand.
Annoying.
WHERE: In and around Garden Heights AKA Hell Towers AKA the Batpad
WHEN: May 27
WARNINGS: strangeness
SUMMARY: Hiruma scares Marco. Marco discovers his power. ANTICS ENSUE.
FORMAT: AIM log
Marco had made it. While having a fair sense of direction, even it didn't keep him from wandering off course once or twice. Though some streets were purposefully avoided out of looking too... well, creepy. It had been an otherwise uneventful, albeit long walk.
He checked the addresses of the buildings he passed, but when he spotted the tall fortress of apartments, he need not even ask. There was a strange sort of comfort reading the sign that only Hiruma could come up with. It might scare away folks who didn't know him, but otherwise it was typical and almost familiar. Marco sighed, not even realizing he'd stopped to stare.
Hiruma wasn't interested in waiting for Marco inside, oh no. He knew good and well that this particular new arrival would absolutely wet his pants if Hiruma snuck up on him in monster form. The guy was a bit of a coward and easily startled. It was an opportunity he just couldn't pass up.
As a small bat, Hiruma fluttered from tree to tree, looking more like a slightly erratic bird than a bat and not really attracting much attention. A perfect sneak attack. He found a sturdy branch and shifted into his larger monster bat form and sat perched on the branch, wings folded beside him and large teal eyes regarding the other quarterback. A grin stretched across his snout like a gash in his face lined with razor sharp teeth. He would wait for the perfect moment to pounce.
As if finishing an inner monologue, Marco shrugged and started toward the front gate of the building. In the back of his mind he couldn't help but feel this was all still al dream. Or maybe that was hope. Things were both strange and mostly convenient, fitting for a dream.
There. He was moving forward. Hiruma grinned even wider, so wide that it seemed like his skull my split in half. He crouched down on the branch and, with a loud shriek, jumped from it and glided towards Marco, claws spread, mouth open and fangs gleaming. Yeah, he knew how to look scary. He flapped over the other's head and screeched again, coming to a rather graceless landing in front of Marco, blocking his path to the apartment complex.
Marco jumped at the shriek, first thinking it was a woman or child, but a split second later, he found himself wishing for a hundred screaming women and children. The waning light of the evening did well to highlight just what was coming toward him, and whatever it was, it was a nightmare.
He let out a yelp of his own at the second sound it made, body twisted around and head craned back to see it. His heart was pumping blood from his throat by then, and maybe, he thought in a confused and frantic haze, maybe he should just let the thing eat him. And then maybe he'd wake up.
But no, instincts kicked in. After a bit of sputtering, he turned to take off running the way he came. However, his legs weren't exactly on board, making him stumble and fall. Before his rump hit the concrete, however, something changed. Marco wasn't in the mind to notice the shifting bones and nauseous sort of pain, all he knew was that he was finally bolting down the street, faster than he'd ever run before. Run away, run away his mind screamed over and over again, and he did, blind to the fact that he was no longer a human man, but a fluffy prehistoric turkey.
Hiruma cackled at the reaction he had expected. Yep, Marco was still a huge coward. But who wouldn't run away from something like him? He was a monster. And man, did he ever love it.
The other reaction, he didn't really expect. It was a familiar sight, one he'd watched in the mirror many times. Fast, relatively quick and pretty painful sometimes. But Marco was something small and feathery. He didn't really get a good look because the small feathery Marco had run off. Very, very fast. Not as fast as Sena with his super speed on, but still, too fast for him to catch on foot. And probably on wing. But he would try anyway.
Getting a loping start and leaping into the air, Hiruma followed the little dinosaur as best he could. He kept high, out of sight mostly. Man, that little shit could run. But he would tire out. Or realize that he wasn't human any more. One of the two.
The latter came first, as when he whipped his little head around to see if the thing was still following him (waa, it was), he was no longer looking where he was going. He almost met a garbage can left on the curb head first, but made a dynamic leap backwards, changing direction on a dime. Stumbling a bit on his new legs, Marco suddenly gave pause. Usually... he was much taller than a garbage can.
Completely bemused by this revelation, it took the flapping of giant wings to snap him out of it. He put his head down and started to run again but--well, simply put, those were not his feet. They weren't even human feet. He slowed again to stare, running less urgent now that he was certain this whole ordeal was a dream. Why else would he suddenly be in the body of a dromaeosaurid?
Hiruma noticed the slowing and the almost hitting of the garbage can (and couldn't help but snicker a bit). He landed with the same relative amount of grace and shifted back to human form with a few snaps of bone and muscles. He grimaced a bit. It always hurt if he did it too fast like that, but no pain, no fucking gain, right?
"YO!" he finally called out, hopefully loud enough to get the quarterback-turned-formerly-extinct-creature's attention, "EYELASHES. Hold up for a second there, fucking fancy feet."
Marco whipped his agile body around, adjusting his head with a birdlike twitch to see where that familiar voice was coming from. He spied Hiruma with one blue eye, then darted his gaze up to the sky, looking for the creature. Seeing nothing, he looked back to Hiruma, hesitant. The connection dawned on him then, Including something Shin had said about a bat and shapeshifting. It was still unbelievable, but that was just Hiruma, through and through.
There are nicer ways to greet someone, I'd say, Marco meant to say. But his vocal chords and tongue tripped over themselves and all that came out was a garbled sort of clucking and squawking, surprising himself, as well.
Hiruma cackled again at the noises he was making. "DUDE you sound like a fucking chicken on crack, it's fucking hilarious! Just a hint, I don't speak giant turkey, so no point in 'talking'. Kekekeke!" Hiruma folded his arms and looked down at the dinosaur smugly, "Well, guess we figured out YOUR power. Who'da thunk we'd be brothers in arms, as it were? Kekeke!" Hiruma found the whole thing terribly amusing. What was this place, just fixated on turning quarterbacks into their respective mascots?
Marco had a lot to say to that, thinking that it should be some kind of crime to let Hiruma talk without rebuttal. But like he pointed out, trying to speak was useless. Attempting another sentence came out much the same, hissing and clicking added in. If dinosaurs could have expressions, there's no doubt he'd be pouting.
So it was true. Hiruma could change into a monster and Marco could turn into... something. He cocked his head to look down at his new hands, three fingered tipped with long curving claws, a fluff of what could be flight feathers jutting out from each wrist. Next, he twisted his neck back to look at the rest of his body. Sure enough, it had all the features he'd expect. It would actually be rather impressive if it was someone else, and not him. A real live dinosaur...
Resigned to his fate, Marco approached Hiruma, claws clicking on the pavement. Only coming up to his stomach, he craned his neck back, twitching his head to the side to look at him, waiting for useful information to come out of his pointy mouth.
Hiruma looked around. People were starting to gather and stare. That wouldn't be good. They'd wanna take him and try to clone him or something. Annoying. Though Hiruma did find the idea a bit hilarious. Marco clones running around.
"Look, I can help you get back to being lame old sleazeball Marco, but we need to get away from these prying fucking eyes." He jerked a thumb at the still growing crowd, some of whom where taking out their cellphone cameras to snap pictures. Hiruma shifted again, into monster form. He let out a loud screech at the crowd, bearing fangs and causing many of them to scatter and one woman to faint. He chirped at Marco, then jumped on the raptor's back, grabbing on to him tightly with hand-esque feet. He gave the dinosaur a look, as if to say Better not fucking struggle if you don't wanna get dropped. But of course, that much can hardly be inferred from a simple look.
Easily bearing the weight of the light creature, Hiruma took off with a few powerful wingbeats.
Marco barely had time to comprehend what Hiruma was saying before there was a monster in front of him again. He tensed on instinct, the feathers on his head bristling up. It was an ultimate, and maybe unwise, act of trust that made him force himself to keep from dashing off again. He let out a pitiful hiss when Hiruma's claws made contact with him. He stared up with one, terrified eye as they cleared the ground, his scaly legs kicking at nothing.
It had all happened in a matter of seconds. The crowd looked up and kept snapping photos until the pair was out of sight. Hiruma made the flight as quick and, hopefully, as painless and possible, but he had to grip Marco pretty tightly to keep from losing him.
The bat alighted on the rooftop of the apartment complex, a roof covered not in cement, but in a fairly lush garden with places to hide. Before changing back, Hiruma dove down to the street and snatched up Marco's clothes, which had found their way into a puddle when he'd shifted so suddenly. He brought them back up to the roof before shifting back to human. "Kekeke, what an adventure.
By the time Hiruma had reappeared, Marco was on all fours, clawed hands sprawled like he was hugging the ground. His movements seemed a bit nervous too, head a little twitchy, neckfeathers still a little stiff. Glancing up to Hiruma, he made note of his clothes, and for the first time realized that he'd have to find a way to turn back, if that was even possible.
"Kekeke, you look like you're gonna be sick, dino boy," Hiruma coughed a bit and sat down, crossed legged in front of him. For once, he didn't want to be intimidating. "Heh. I got stuck my first time for two fucking days. But that's because I was hardheaded and wouldn't ask for any goddamn help."
Hiruma scratched his neck thoughtfully, grinning a sly grin, "So, you can either stay small and feathery or I can try and help your stupid scardey ass. Option A or Option B, the fucking choice is yours. Better make up that birdbrain quick cause I'm not gonna be in the mood to be a nice teacher for much longer. All that shifting makes me hungry, you know."
Marco straightened to his full height, which was now about even with Hiruma. He took a few steps closer and clicked his tongue, not even trying to speak anymore. Of course he wanted to be human again, if only for the ability to defend himself verbally. The trick was communicating his answer to Hiruma, as Marco had the feeling that he was going to be tricked at any moment. So with caution, he glanced toward the pile of clothes, extending his neck a little, then looked back to Hiruma and bobbed his head in a few nods.
Hiruma cackled and rubbed his hands together, "What, you say you'd rather get a snack and work this out later? Why birdbrain, that's a BRILLIANT idea!" He cackled again and snatched up Marco's clothes, then started walking towards the entrance to the elevator. Without looking back at the dinosaur, he made a gesture with his hand that was indicative of "follow me".
"Besides, it'll be good for you. Get used to this alternate body of yours. Kekeke, knowing you, you'd just go back to normal and never use it again. And that would just be no fun," he turned back to face Marco, grinning another grin fit to split his skull, "It'll be a character building exercise, Maruko-kun."
Marco wasn't surprised. But that didn't make it any less frustrating. He wobbled where he stood for a moment, utterly exasperated, then trotted to catch up with Hiruma. While he blabbered, Marco's reptilian gaze never left the other man, almost like was glaring. Marco would figure this out himself, he had confidence in his own ability. However, a little bit of irrationality seeped in. He was annoyed and needed to do something about it.
So when Hiruma had finished talking, Marco did the first thing in the list of animal instincts: he lunged forward and chomped down on Hiruma's hand. It was a warning bite by nature, so no real force was put into the little snappy jaws. But each and every one of his teeth were like little daggers, easily drawing blood.
Hiruma let out a yelp and tore his hand away. It had several puncture wounds now and they were beginning to bleed. He glared daggers at Marco and put his hand in his mouth, sucking the blood with an almost pouty look on his face. He removed his hand and wrapped it up quickly in the bottom of his shirt.
"You're fuckin' lucky that wasn't my RIGHT hand, ass. Otherwise I'd drop you off the top of this goddamn building. See how well those gimpy fucking wings of yours work. My guess is not well." He hissed a little. Man, that fucking stung. He angrily flung open the door to the elevator chamber, then pressed the button with no small amount of disgust, "Fine! See if I help you at all. And you can take the stairs or wait for the next elevator. You aren't getting on here with me, you animal."
Marco chirped, darting forward as soon as Hiruma was inside. The elevator was hardly long enough for both him and his stiff tail, but he was determined to stay in. Maybe biting Hiruma wasn't the smartest thing to do, but it was still satisfying, in an odd, primitive way. He already felt better.
Hiruma growled again and punched the button for the floor that his apartment was on. "Che! You can't even fit in here! Would serve you right to get the end of your tail chopped off, wouldn't it?" Hiruma pouted and stormed out of the elevator when it dinged cheerfully at his floor and pulled out his keys with equal irritation.
Storming in, he found the apartment empty. "You're rooming with Kakei. I'll call him and tell him you're coming so he doesn't, you know, try and fucking drown you."
Clucking insistently, Marco followed Hiruma for a few paces. He'd much rather have a key than to try and reason with someone he'd hardly met. But there was no way to communicate this to Hiruma, and perhaps not even if Marco could speak. Despite circumstances, he couldn't help but feel... well, amused. The invincible Hiruma had another side to him.
Hiruma pulled out his cellphone and sent a quick message to Kakei, then wandered into the bathroom and grabbed a package of band-aids and some antiseptic ointment. Before he went to work on his (in his own mind) mangled hand, he grabbed a small key from a box and tossed it to Marco. "Room 1903." His expression had already changed from a pouty one to a more bored, uninterested one; his other default expression when he wasn't smiling like a cheshire cat. He pulled out the band-aids and went to work on his hand, hissing as he went.
The key bounced to a halt between Marco's feet. Instead of immediately tending to it, he peered into where Hiruma disappeared to. With some odd cooing, like he was talking to himself, Marco wandered into Hiruma's apartment. It didn't take him long to find the clothes Hiruma had brought in for him. He soon realized that his wrists didn't rotate, so picking up the bundle was a bit of a task. After a moment he managed, and went to find that key. He figured he could come back for his shoes later.
Hiruma growled a bit at the dinosaur, still putting band-aids on his hand. "If you're quite finished snooping around my apartment, you can leave, you know. Door's open. Che..." and with that comment, he went silent, obviously less than interested in anything that wasn't making the pain in his hand go away. It was like paper cuts... but all the fuck over his hand.
Annoying.