starcrossed-sky:

raynalissesul:

starcrossed-sky:

raynalissesul:

;v; Aww, but Nai, what if I want in on dat?

Rayna be honest

You just want my redheads

:u I’d accept you into my harem, too~

I’m not cut out for harem life

;3; Then I shall love u from afar.

starcrossed-sky:

raynalissesul:

;v; Aww, but Nai, what if I want in on dat?

Rayna be honest

You just want my redheads

:u I’d accept you into my harem, too~

;v; Aww, but Nai, what if I want in on dat?

crossmotherfuckingmarian:

raynalissesul:

neah-walker:

“Not a problem, not a problem, not mosey back over to the apartment and go try them on in the bathroom to make sure they fit. I’d let you use mine, but I’m pretty sure I still have a scorpion in there and I’d hate for you to get stung.” He shooed her out and followed, “If they don’t fit, let me know and I’ll see if we’re hoarding something smaller. Oh and don’t forget to turn the bathmat sideways, it drives him up a wall.”  

She stumbled a bit as she was shooed, fighting the urge to stop and ask about the scorpion in favor of bolting back into Cross’ apartment and heading straight into the bathroom. Once safely inside of a bathroom was was more familiar with, she locked the door and sat on the floor, sighing and hugging the nightclothes to her chest. Would just taking a shower or asking if she could take one be more awkward? It was silly, because she knew Cross would tell her she could, but the obsessively pressing need to ask kept her frozen on the spot for several moments, debating and totally not trying the clothes on.

“What did you do to her?” Cross asked the moment she fled into the bathroom. She hadn’t said a thing or even looked at him and he knew that was her trademark ‘need to escape’ behavior. Meaning, Neah had either harassed her or she just didn’t feel comfortable with him—not that he could blame her, half the time he didn’t feel comfortable with his own brother either. 

“I didn’t do anything. I gave her clothes and told her to try them on~. She’ll be right out I’m sure.” 

“Rayna,” he called, practically ignoring Neah. “If he did anything to you, let me know and I’ll break his legs.” 

Not hearing Cross over her internalized panicking, Rayna decided to bite the bullet and stripped down completely, folding her dirty uniform and undergarments neatly and setting them on one edge of the counter. Folding the nightclothes, next, and setting them next to her uniform, she took a moment to squirm in place and tensed her shoulders, rolling her wrists and cracking as many joints as she could to relieve some stress. Once she’d relaxed a little, she closed her eyes and sighed, keeping her eyes closed as she blindly slipped into the shower and turned the water on.

neah-walker:

“Not a problem, not a problem, not mosey back over to the apartment and go try them on in the bathroom to make sure they fit. I’d let you use mine, but I’m pretty sure I still have a scorpion in there and I’d hate for you to get stung.” He shooed her out and followed, “If they don’t fit, let me know and I’ll see if we’re hoarding something smaller. Oh and don’t forget to turn the bathmat sideways, it drives him up a wall.”  

She stumbled a bit as she was shooed, fighting the urge to stop and ask about the scorpion in favor of bolting back into Cross’ apartment and heading straight into the bathroom. Once safely inside of a bathroom was was more familiar with, she locked the door and sat on the floor, sighing and hugging the nightclothes to her chest. Would just taking a shower or asking if she could take one be more awkward? It was silly, because she knew Cross would tell her she could, but the obsessively pressing need to ask kept her frozen on the spot for several moments, debating and totally not trying the clothes on.

(Source: raynalissesul)

neah-walker:

raynalissesul:

neah-walker:

Neah, though not apparent in his observational skills, was very aware of her behavior patterns and her comfort zone seemed to vanish the moment Cross left the equation. Interesting, he thought at he turned back in to find a shirt for her. Pulling a bunch of old sweaters out to find one suiting for a sleep over. “Here’s one that looks small enough,” he held out a shirt that simply said “never trust atoms, they make up everything” on it. 

She blinked at the shirt, then snorted and giggled, crossing her arms and covering her mouth with one hand before reaching out and snatching up the shirt, “Yes, definitely that one.” Nerdy, funny and cute. She liked it. She took the pants, as well, and folded both of them over her arm, lowering her eyes again and shifting from one foot to the other nervously.

“I got a few more where those came from if you ever need them, they were Marian’s, when he was itty bitty,” he chuckled. She probably couldn’t imagine him being anything less than a behemoth, but he’d actually shot up late in his teens, finishing growing around twenty-two. He was a lot like Allen, actually—though Allen didn’t grow quite as much. “I’m not sure what to tell you about under garments though, toots. It’s not like we keep women’s panties lying around for the occasion, you feel me?” 

She smiled at him nervously and hugged the loaned nightwear close to her chest, unconsciously shuffling back a bit as she waved a hand at him, “N-No, that’s fine. I can manage with this.” After a pause, she shuffled again and swallowed, “Th-Thank you, Neah. Really.” She wasn’t entirely sure why Neah made her feel so on edge. It could have been his very, very forward nature, or it could have been that she was expecting some kind of subtle attack from him still. At least Allen had been forward…

neah-walker:

Neah, though not apparent in his observational skills, was very aware of her behavior patterns and her comfort zone seemed to vanish the moment Cross left the equation. Interesting, he thought at he turned back in to find a shirt for her. Pulling a bunch of old sweaters out to find one suiting for a sleep over. “Here’s one that looks small enough,” he held out a shirt that simply said “never trust atoms, they make up everything” on it. 

She blinked at the shirt, then snorted and giggled, crossing her arms and covering her mouth with one hand before reaching out and snatching up the shirt, “Yes, definitely that one.” Nerdy, funny and cute. She liked it. She took the pants, as well, and folded both of them over her arm, lowering her eyes again and shifting from one foot to the other nervously.

(Source: raynalissesul)

neah-walker:

raynalissesul:

neah-walker:

He let himself in the apartment with just a turn of the handle. He didn’t lock his door because no one was generally crazy enough to want to invade Neah Walker’s apartment. “Okay, so are you a shorts person, or are you a pants girl? I mean, you don’t have to have either, but I figured you’d want one or the other.” 

“H-Huh? Oh.” She blinked, coming out of her thoughts and shifting a bit, “Pants. I don’t really like my legs, and I usually don’t sleep well if I can… feel them rubbing against each other.” Though she was curious, she kept her eyes downcast and didn’t look around, feeling like it would be too rude. …Wait, was he going to make her change in front of him? Please don’t let him make her change in front of him. …Fuck, if she was sleeping over, she would have to take her bra off while she slept. Or should she leave it on. As usually, she started internally panicking.

“Okay,” Neah led her into the second room that practically acted like a glorified closet—even if Neah wore the same three outfits consistently. He rummaged through a closet and searched out something that might work—turning his head to size her up for a second. She was smaller than any of them, but if he dug deep enough, he could probably find some of the clothes he and Mana hoarded once to give to Allen when he was bigger—things they forgot about until after they’d already moved and ended up wedging in the closet to be forever forgotten. “I don’t have any sweatpants if you’re into the thick material, but loose pajama pants,” he offered, pulling a pair out with extremely dorky looking stars on them. 

“Th-That’s fine.” She said almost immediately, glancing at the offered pants a few seconds after she answered. Now that she was internalizing her stress, externalizing her embarrassment and alone with Neah, she was automatically slipping back into her shy, withdrawn nature, and the last thing she wanted to do was be rude, never mind the fact that earlier she’d been sitting on this man’s neck and cranking his arms around.

neah-walker:

He let himself in the apartment with just a turn of the handle. He didn’t lock his door because no one was generally crazy enough to want to invade Neah Walker’s apartment. “Okay, so are you a shorts person, or are you a pants girl? I mean, you don’t have to have either, but I figured you’d want one or the other.” 

“H-Huh? Oh.” She blinked, coming out of her thoughts and shifting a bit, “Pants. I don’t really like my legs, and I usually don’t sleep well if I can… feel them rubbing against each other.” Though she was curious, she kept her eyes downcast and didn’t look around, feeling like it would be too rude. …Wait, was he going to make her change in front of him? Please don’t let him make her change in front of him. …Fuck, if she was sleeping over, she would have to take her bra off while she slept. Or should she leave it on. As usually, she started internally panicking.

(Source: raynalissesul)

neah-walker:

raynalissesul:

crossmotherfuckingmarian:

“Don’t worry about him,” he bit his tongue from what his original response was going to be and quickly fixed it, “he won’t do anything this early on. Not promising later, but you seem to have a good grasp on beating up an old man, so just sock him and run.” He was sure that wasn’t comforting, but Neah wouldn’t do anything. Not when Cross couldn’t give chase. That took the fun out of it for Neah. 

She pouted harder, looking unsure, then sighed and gave in with a low, mumbled, “Alright…” Drooping, she carefully pulled herself off of Cross’ lap and stood, glancing at Neah with a shy, reserved look and a blush, “Well… shall we? I feel… crumpled and grimy, and it’s unpleasant.” It dawned on her that she would need to take a shower, too, but that thought was a bit too much at the moment, so she decided that would be addressed, later.

Neah slid off the mattress and offered a large smile, taking her hand without giving her the chance to argue. “Come now, missy, let’s play dress up. I’m sure we’ve got something in here for you. Can’t go wearing your boytoy’s clothes because he’s a behemoth, you know. 32x40 pant size, man he’s all leg~. Don’t you just love a man with long legs?” He heard an expletive out of Cross before he reached the door to get to his own apartment, and he couldn’t help cackle a little. 

Dragging her feet a little, she followed Neah with a whine, keeping her lips pressed together and her eyes lowered shyly as she followed him into and through his apartment. She was quiet as he babbled, still thinking about how he’d witnessed what she’d done with Cross, and, at the same time, replaying those same moments in her head. Which actually provided a really, really nice distraction.