<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Fuchsia Fox and an Artifact Absent</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9BmMCGl.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/mozuBY3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong><em>Albion</em>/ Nerissa<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>December 25th, 2018 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Toshiro’s place<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Toshiro<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Serious content Warning</div><div class="spoiler_body">Drugging, humiliating, violence, homophobia</div></div><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Bottom half of a suit (https://i.imgur.com/sUMHI7S.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Albion stood still. He looked at Toshiro, how he obediently he did every thing he had asked him to do. So willingly. There was a small, malicious glimmer in his green eyes. Something Toshiro should have noticed sooner, but he was probably blind to see it in his friend’s eyes or simply didn’t want to believe what he saw. One could think that his breathing would become faster, heavier as the man’s lips and tongue moved on his body. Instead Albion stayed calm. Strangely calm considering the situation and that he had been strongly aroused just a moment ago. When Toshiro played with his nipple he received a frustrated look instead of delighted or excited.<br/><br/>The white haired man waited patiently, allowing Toshiro to play with his body. It wouldn’t take long. His hands were clumsy already. It wasn’t that hard to open a simple belt buckle. When the researcher slumped down on the couch a cruel luster of a predator lit in Albion’s eyes. He didn’t do a thing to help his friend. When there should have been a genuine worry of a sudden turn into worse in Toshiro’s condition there was a cold indifference instead. It was like a mask of caring and hot lust melted away, revealing something Toshiro didn’t want to see. Albion looked at the man like a rabbit in a trap.<br/><br/>It was like a prelude of a nightmare. Albion didn’t present questions that were normal in a situation like this. Like are you okay or do you need help. The bare chested man stepped closer and grabbed Toshiro from his hair, pulling his face close to his. This wasn’t a playful sexy pull, but a crude yank where he hold his hair like he had a personal grudge on Toshiro and wanted to rip off a clump of hair.<br/><br/>“This is what you want? Is this what you want?! You act like my friend but in the end you just want my body. Are you stupid?” Albion asked with a sardonic voice. “Look at yourself! What makes you think I would want to be with you? You are despicable! You put up that friend act when you just want to do perverted, sick things to me. You disgust me!” The man growled like an animal. He looked Toshiro in the eyes in a way he had never done before. His green eyes were filled with scorn and hate. Like throwing those words at Toshiro’s face wasn’t enough, Albion spat on his face before whipping him down on the floor from his hair.<br/><br/>The worst part was that Albion seemed to enjoy from seeing Toshiro’s expression change. He found more pleasure from seeing his heart shattering into tiny pieces than he had found from his touch. “You filthy faggot! Perverted little creep! You are trash! Do you hear me, trash?! Stay down where you belong!” His heartless insults rained down with furious kicks. Albion kicked the defenseless man on the floor like he was venting out all hatred and rage inside him. He continued assaulting him verbally and physically until he was out of breath, panting, while the jazz music played softly at the background.<br/><br/>“You filthy human! You should be grateful that I don’t end your miserable life right here.” Albion finished and spat on him one more time before he brushed his hair out of his face. After so much violence Toshiro should be in a hospital state because Albion had went all out and that much damage from a soldier should be more than enough to injure Toshiro seriously. Yet he wasn’t.<br/><br/>Thinking that her victim was unconscious already, because he had stopped responding in any way to her kicks and shouting, the fox demon allowed her illusion to wear off. Instead of Albion’s back Toshiro saw a topless fox demon. Her big fluffy tail almost brushing floor as she walked to pick up her clothes. Instead of a suit jacket and shirt there was now a woman’s jacket and blouse. The demoness took a towel from the kitchen and wiped her chest. “Disgusting… You creep…” she murmured and tossed the towel away before pulling her shirt on. She gargled her mouth with a whiskey and spat the whiskey on the floor.<br/><br/>Nerissa rummaged through the apartment, not caring from the mess she made. She took a bag she found and shoved the hanniwa doll in there with money she got from Toshiro’s wallet. There wasn’t much more worth taking. There were no jewels, brand clothes or… really anything else but a mess. At some point Marceline appeared near Toshiro, hissing at the fox demon who took the nearest thick book and threw it at the cat. Marceline dodged just barely and disappeared under a couch.<br/><br/>The pink haired demon didn’t bother to check if Toshiro was still breathing or not. That wasn’t her problem. So much trouble and she didn’t even get a proper loot! And she did such disgusting things with this human! Just thinking it sent cold shivers through her spine. But the thought of Toshiro’s face when pretended Albion shouted his insults to him and the feeling of kicking the tall human did warm her heart. That was a feeling one couldn’t buy with money! Nerissa took the bag and her jacket before she disappeared into the night, leaving helpless Toshiro behind.<br/>