"The perfect time," Taru purred back into Rosalie's ear, his smirk widening further, "to have fun, if you know what I mean." his hand slowly ran further, up her waist to her chest. He could feel the half-dried blood on her clothes, but more than that, he was attracted by the body underneath, the muscle underneath her skin, till his hand ran up her ribs and clenched, softly and with care, around her. Something in his eyes glimmered at the sensation, even.<br/><br/>To have her in his palm like this. What more could he wish? It was an indulging, intoxicating sensation, to be so close to her, so close that he could feel the aroma of her, though mixing with the stench of blood, heavy and earthy like a good wine.<br/>"Cause you're so hot, you make Mordor feel like a freezer." he whispered into her ear. Daring? Yes.<br/>He was daring his whole life, he never played his cards safe, he never bet on what was easy, he took the dangerous bet, because that was what always got him high, what always propelled him towards his goal, skyrocketing into the skies of pleasure and comfort rapidly. What was the fun in playing the safe cards? What was the fun in taking no risks?<br/><br/>He loved taking risks, he loved being daring and stepping onto the thin ice, and even though he turned away every time it begun cracking under his feet, he'd be back once more, sliding just a few feet off without a worry, never dropping down, always getting up after he fell on a different place.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Nakahiro wasn't given the time to react, and was left simply wide-eyed, staring at the figure of Touka, quickly drawing further from him. His hand, still placed where it was when he forced it off. He wasn't only at a loss of words; he was at a loss of thoughts all of a sudden, too. His gaze was blank as his hand finally sunk back down, green eyes filling with despair at the refusal.<br/><br/>"You're a pansy, Naka." a familiar childish voice sounded from behind him. "If you want to ask a girl out, you should just do it, ask her 'do you want to be my girlfriend' or something..." the boy shrugged, grinning mischievously at him. Nakahiro raised his head with pride, though shattered, a sigh forcing his way out of his softly parted lips. "Go back to your room, Senichi." he spoke silently, turning on his heel to make his way through the corridor just as well.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Finally lowering her gun as she drew a slow, deep breath in, Shinobu watched the ghoul disappear from sight, leaving marks of red behind. She didn't know what to truly think... At once, she felt a mixture of emotion worse than what has embraced her in years to come before. She was angry at her superiors for not giving her a better gun; would she have gotten one, she could have shot the creature. She was also worried, worried because of Colla and Yumi; the stress of the combat has only now sunk onto her and let her feel it. Bowing her head a little to the command to retreat, she scurried off the car's roof that she stood upon before, quickly backing up away from the direction of the ghoul, though keeping the riffle ready and loaded. The most important think was to gather information, get back together, devise a new plan of attack, and get the creature. Get it and be done with it. Yes, just like that.<br/><br/>She forced herself to calm down, breathing heavily, as she hurried, shifted sideways, away from the scene.