Lit Cigarette (HP)

    Humans are such stupid creatures. Getting drunk and high off poisonous drugs because of exams, cutting themselves over a broken heart, running through a highway full of cars just to get that ten dollar bill etc etc. It's sad and also rather amusing to watch the many ways these people deal with stress and heartbreaks. Personally I don't mind if any of these random people I hear on the news die from their stupid mistakes. This planet has enough humans being born every day to cover the loss.

    Talking about stupid and annoying humans.

    Just as I turned off the television, I heard footsteps coming up to me from behind. Judging by the heavy foot falls, I knew exactly who it was. "What do you want?" I called, glancing behind me as the not so stealthy man walked into the room. 

    He shrugged, "Nothing much, just decided to visit. You watching the news again, Ryger?" He asked as he placed his arms on the back of the couch a few inches away from me.

    I sighed and placed the remote on the coffee table in front of me, "a group of men who raped a 16 year old girl were set free without any charges while the girl had to spend 5 months in jail because she stabbed one of the men who raped her. Didn't kill him though." I added, rubbing my forehead with my thumb and index finger.

    "Huh...", The tall man rubbed his chin, "how did the girl get anything sharp at that moment?"

    "One of the men had a switch blade in his pocket," I said, "when the group was out to shower, she took the weapon and stabbed the first man that came back into the room. Pretty brave girl, I'd say."

    I looked to the side to watch the emotions play on my leader's face as he tried to find things to say though I knew what he was going to ask next. "And no, I don't have any cigarettes." I answered before he could even speak. That was usually the question he would ask after hearing bad news. "Aren't you supposed to be trying to quit,  Warlocke?"

    He huffed, "I wasn't going to ask for cigarettes, dumbass. And it's Scorch."

    "Warlocke's the title of your import sheet, dick head." I smirked when Warlocke gave me an angry look. "don't glare at me, it's not my fault your owner is a total game freak." I placed a hand on my chest and gave a fake look of sympathy. No matter how many times Warlocke tries to make his nickname, Scorch, into his real name, he's not cool enough in my mind for that to happen.

    "Says the one with the least creative name here," He snapped back, "orange pelt with rainmarks and dun stripes to look like tiger stripes. Tiger. Ryger. Such a genius creation, no?" He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

    "Well it's better than an MMORPG class with an 'e'," I said, crossing my arms.

    Warlocke let out a low growl and locked his arm around my neck, pulling me up from the couch and started to choke me, "I will fucking throw you in the fire!" He shouted through gritted teeth. I clawed his arm and hand that covered my nose and mouth, trying to breathe but nothing worked. No matter how hard I struggled, he had a death grip on me and I was way too weak compared to him.

    "Okay, okay, you're name is cool! Now let me go!" I managed to shout, jabbing my elbow into his ribs. With that he dropped me onto the couch where I caught my breath, making a mental note to never make fun of Warlocke's name. Then I heard a chuckle behind me and I groaned, "what's so funny?"

    "For someone who's said to be 'stoic', you gave up on the fight pretty quick." He said, his hand moving under my chin to make me look at him. "Who knew you could be so cute?" 

    I felt my face go red from the comment and the fact his face was so close to mine, "woah woah woah, keep your gay hands to yourself! I am not interested!" I said, quickly pulling back. Even though I said that, my mind decided to take a trip down the R-18 section of the book. Warlocke rarely flirts or calls others 'cute', it must be his brother, Grell, getting to him which is not good. Though, if that's the case, why did he chose me out of all the other tokotas to flirt with?!

    Warlocke snorted at the look of my face, "too soon?"

    I let out a snarl in response then got up from the couch, shifting back to tokota form. I didn't bother to look back at my 'superior' as I walked out of the room. "Seriously?" Warlocke sounded rather disappointed when I walked off. I heard his heavy footsteps as he followed me but I did my best to ignore him which didn't last long. My patience snapped when he spoke to me again, "Come on, Ryger-"

    "NO," I growled, turning around and leaning forward so that I was inches away from his face, my teeth bared. "I'm not doing any 'coming on-ing' with you, especially not the 'coming' part, you got that?!" I snapped, not even thinking about what I was saying. Then when I looked back at what I said, there was a long awkward silence.

    Warlocke raised his eyebrow and his hands, not exactly sure what to say. I didn't know what to say either.

    "So um... how 'bout them cigarettes?" He asked finally. I was so glad he decided to not bug me about what I said.

    I sighed and nodded, "get on my back and I'll take you to the store to buy some." Hopefully that would make him forget that this conversation ever happened and he would not end up like another Grell around me. However, Warlocke doesn't forget things that easily.