The martial artist took the time to gaze out at the sea, with the moonlight
softly illuminating him, he looked almost angelic...but there was sharper
edge to him, like ice.
Shen shivered a combination of Longs presence, and the fact that the breeze had turned colder and easily went through his thin jacket.
Long took his glasses off, tucking them into his robe gracefully. His hair twitched in the wind, the blood stains some how only twisting his image slightly
Shen slowly blended among the shadows on the rock, testing out what would happen maybe.
"I wouldn't suggest you go. I'm not in the mood for chasing at the moment." his voice was cold and clipped, but his eyes held that strange amusement.
Shen swore and stopped, feeling strangely like a little kid dealing with an over tired and over heated baby sitter.
"Good pussy cat."
"grr..."
He chuckled slightly
"You, are incredibly annoying, you know that?" Shen said testily.
"The pot calling the kettle black"
Shen snorted ruefully. "Sounds better when I say it"
"All in a matter of opinion, my dear"
"I'm not your dear."
"Expression, dear"
"Stop that!"
"Why should I, darling"
"Shut upppp!"
"Oh come on sweet cheeks
"Gah! Will you stop with the endearments already!"
"No, I don't think so cupcake
Shen glared at Long. "I think I liked it better when you were whiny."
Long smirked "good for you
"Hmf." Shen huffed, turning away, denying to say more.
'Can't deny it, shennypu?'
Shen ignored him, gazing across the shoreline absently.
'Can you deny it, Shenlong?'
Still, Shen stayed quiet, not letting his temper lash out.
'Don't you feel it?'
Shen gave no answer.
Shen shivered a combination of Longs presence, and the fact that the breeze had turned colder and easily went through his thin jacket.
Long took his glasses off, tucking them into his robe gracefully. His hair twitched in the wind, the blood stains some how only twisting his image slightly
Shen slowly blended among the shadows on the rock, testing out what would happen maybe.
"I wouldn't suggest you go. I'm not in the mood for chasing at the moment." his voice was cold and clipped, but his eyes held that strange amusement.
Shen swore and stopped, feeling strangely like a little kid dealing with an over tired and over heated baby sitter.
"Good pussy cat."
"grr..."
He chuckled slightly
"You, are incredibly annoying, you know that?" Shen said testily.
"The pot calling the kettle black"
Shen snorted ruefully. "Sounds better when I say it"
"All in a matter of opinion, my dear"
"I'm not your dear."
"Expression, dear"
"Stop that!"
"Why should I, darling"
"Shut upppp!"
"Oh come on sweet cheeks
"Gah! Will you stop with the endearments already!"
"No, I don't think so cupcake
Shen glared at Long. "I think I liked it better when you were whiny."
Long smirked "good for you
"Hmf." Shen huffed, turning away, denying to say more.
'Can't deny it, shennypu?'
Shen ignored him, gazing across the shoreline absently.
'Can you deny it, Shenlong?'
Still, Shen stayed quiet, not letting his temper lash out.
'Don't you feel it?'
Shen gave no answer.
