A/N: Please tell me I'm not the only one who could see the possibility of this happening. 8D
Disclaimer: Purely for kicks, no harm meant, no profit made.
Perhaps it was from being still for so long. Or maybe it was simply the fact he had woken from a dream world of his own—rather wonderful—construction. But Raizel has grown fond of the simplicity of observation now that he's newly awoken.
He stands behind a pane of glass to regard the city spread out before him. He could easily crush it on a whim, but he decides he likes everything too much for destruction to become a form of entertainment.
And then there is Frankenstein. He who dances a careful dance around Raizel, like if he treads too hard, his master will break. Blue eyes alight with fear and wonder and awe and respect. Love, is a words the humans throw around too easily these days, but Raizel can suppose he sees that in Frankenstein's eyes too. Too much respect for his master to act on those impulsive whims humans regard with such high esteem.
Raizel decides that impulsiveness might even shake him out of the stupor his deep sleep has put him into. He feels like if he can't crush a city, then he can at least break some tension.
He smoothes down his crisp jacket white jacket before undressing in a systematic way. Jacket, shirt, shoes, and pants; he removes them with care and folds or places them in their respective places in the room he occupies.
He steps out of his room and walks over to Frankenstein's without a worry about who sees him.
He is being impulsive. It feels good. Besides, the others are all sleeping at the moment.
Raizel steps into Frankenstein's room and wraps an arm around Frankenstein's shoulders. He has been faithfully stooped over a pile of papers, but he straightens up when he feels Raijel's arms surround him. Raizel slips a hand through Frankenstein's soft, shoulder length hair.
"I'm being impulsive." Raizel whispers like a warning because he carefully turns Frankenstein's head to place his own lips against his. "It is part of the 21st century experience, yes?"
Raizel's lips curl up in a half smile as he pulls a dazed Frankenstein towards the sparse bed that is in the room.