Masculine Devil | For Sei

[hateless]

This place was like Platinum Jail on overdrive, Trip thought. Depravity. Hedonism. An entire massive station devoted to the pursuit of pleasure, though for all its variety, it was kind of funny that it was so limited at the same time. Everything all for the purposes of sex....

Trip's getting here had been easy. The mystery was more that it existed at all, that Sei existed here at all. The latter was the only half of that mystery he was really interested in figuring out, though. The last time Trip had seen him, "Sei" hadn't been Sei at all. He might not even be entirely surprised to find out if this entire place was some creation of his long-lost charge, some warped expression of things he'd never gotten to experience in life but might have glimpsed piecemeal all across Rhyme.

He wasn't ignorant to the fact that something about his questioning had caused a stir in the primary chat room, not the least of which being the reveal that Aoba was apparently here too and having memory troubles again by Trip's perception, but it was Sei that he'd come to see initially and it was Sei that had eventually sent him a private message directing him to this particular little cafe.

It seemed innocent enough, just to be sitting inside of it, but anything could be warped if you applied yourself to it. Not that Trip had such intentions. Everything was petite and pastel, overwhelmingly cute. Lacy cloths on the tables, doilies under the plates, delicate china teacups, and sweets of all shapes and sizes. Trip had arrived first and laid claim to a little two-person table by the front windows, looking out on a sculptured "lawn" that gave the illusion of being someplace other than in the bowels of space metropolis.

A massive black form sprawled beside his chair, helping preserve their seats for the only other person welcome to join them. Trip hadn't brought Wärter along out of anything like sentimentality, but Sei had always enjoyed the lion's presence and the whim of bringing him along hadn't been a bother, since it had only been an extra line on his application asking if he had any "pets" to accommodate.

Sei. Alive after all. Trip smiled to himself, taking a tiny iced cupcake from the tray he'd ordered, idly working it free of its wrapper as he watched the street through the glass. His gaze was only marginally less predatory than that of the creature at his feet.

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It didn't take long for Sei to get there himself, already on the way as he texted some friends to let them know where he was going and check on them before he turned his comm on private. He still had to pace himself a lot of the time, his body recovered from the worst of his ails but still not as fit as other people with healthier lives and habits preceding their arrivals.

When Sei finally came in view of the cafe he was breathless, his hair a wild, windblown tangle without his usually present hat. Skinny little legs were in ripped black jeans tucked into his large white boots, and his slim shoulders barely held up a sweater that would have been large on Trip, let alone the small figure that spotted the blonde through the window, instantly lighting up.

Even though he was clearly exhausted, Sei jogged across the busy throughway and into the cafe, letting his momentum launch himself into an incredibly animated and very out of the norm full embrace, crushing himself against what half of Trip's broad form he could.

"Trip-san! I'm so happy to see you!" he cried out in earnest delight. The blame game wasn't something Sei wanted to play; what mattered to him was someone he'd known his whole life was there, and came to see him, but not - evidently - to take him home. That was reason enough to convince himself that Trip's intentions were altruistic, whether he was right or not.