This is a 1x1 RP with the wonderful Laynie and the amazing Zexion/Ienzo! No one can post in here OTHER then us. If you want to give feedback simply message us. I'll start us off. (Yes I know I'm not using an OC, go suck it if you have a problem with it )

 

 

Mammon sighed, walking around the town with his hands in his pockets. After taking a short-cut from his college to get back home he ended up getting lost. And he had a feeling he didn't want to be here...

 

(Starting off RP's isn't my strongest point, don't kill me )

Mammon got up and stretched, making a cute yawning sound before looking to the worst part of the house; the bathroom. He spotted a dirty dishrag and some soap, and got to work, rolling up his sleeves.

 

2 hours later...

 

"There. I'm done." Mammon said dryly. The bathroom didn't even look like it belonged in the apartment..."So, can you maintain it?"

"Pro'ly not. What'd you do to it?" he asked, walking into the bathroom. "Holy shit...!" he yelled. "This thing was in this apartment!?"

"Yes, I'm shocked to." Mammon said, throwing the dirty dishrag at Haru's face. "So will this impress your sister?" He asked cracking his back and throwing away the apple core with slight sadness before glancing out the window.

"Hm...it's cloudy outside..."

 

(MWAHAHA, FORESHADOWING-maybe )

"My sister? Oh, yeah I guess so. She'll stop buggin' me about it," he rolled his shoulders back and tilted his head again. "It is cloudy out," he walked over to the window and stared out at it, letting his crisp blue eyes settle on the dark clouds. He looked distant, but calm and nice at the same time. Out of reach, but somehow still soothing to everyone around him. He was in deep thought, remembering old times... bad times...

Mammon looked at Haru curiously, noticing a very far off look in his crystal blue eyes. The clouds brewing outside might be the reason because of that, he couldn't blame him. It was unsettling for him to...especially if the clouds began to storm.

"Haru..?" Mammon looked at the blong questioningly.

"Hm?" his voice was pretty monotone and distant, like the look in his eyes. Even when it started to rain, he kept his head out of the window, letting his cheeks get wet slightly. The rain shined on his tan skin, making his eyes catch light and glow. He was in obviously in too deep of thought to realize what he was doing.

Mammon gingerly placed a hand on Haru's shoulder, trying to bring him back to reality.

"Hey, c'mon, you're getting soaked." He explained, the delicate drops of water splashing onto his hood. Mammon disliked the rain, and as the clouds grew darker and winds picked up, an uneasy feeling was ebbing at him.

 

(BRB, gotta' take a shower, STAY ONLINE )

"Huh?" he snapped back instantly, pulling into the window. "My face is wet," he realized, touching the skin hidden by his hair and giving a small sigh of relief. He shut the window and walked into the living room. "Sorry about that, I just kinda... got myself lost in my own thoughts, y'know?" he gave a nervous laugh.

Mammon was silent fora moment before nodding. Just a few seconds ago Haru seemed to act like another person entirely...

"Yeah..." He made a move to follow the blond but froze as a rumble of thunder ripped itself from the clouds.

 

(I'll reply when I put conditioner in my hair? :] )

"Hm? What's wrong?" he asked, blinking a few times. "Oh look, thunder," he noticed, like it was no big deal. "Thanks for having me pull my head in, it coulda been zapped off," he chuckled, before walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of water or something.

Mammon didn't give a shaky left as Haru walked out. Instead, he sat in the only somewhat clean corner in the room, his head on his knees. He wasn't afraid of thounder but storms brought back painful memories that he locked away. He couldn't access them willingly (he didn't want to anyway) but occasionally he had no chose. This was one scenerio. A scream echoed in his mind and he huddled closer to the wall.

"Dude, are you alright?" Haru asked, after finishing off his water. "You're just huddled up in the corner... did somethin' happen?" he knelt down in front of Mammon. "Want some water, too? Do you feel sick, or what? What's your deal, stubby?"

Despite the trauma that was replaying in his head, Mammon managed to contort his pained expression into that of an annoyed one.

"I'm n-not stubby." He explained quietly, pushing himself against the wall. Blood splattered in his mind and immedietly he choked out the need for water. Where were his earpugs when he needed them? Oh, that's right. Home.

"Relax, don't move," he rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water as if the water would break the wires to a ticking bomb. Haru returned to the living room and handed the glass to the small boy who was huddled in the corner of his living room.

Mammon gladly excepted it,chugging down the liquid. Probably faster then someone who was lost in the Sahara Desert. In fact, it could've been recorded in the world records.

"Th-thanks." He gasped, licking the remaining liquid of his lips. "Sorry..." Mammon said lowly, setting the glass aside. "This is something that happens a lot..."

"Do loud noises scare you, or somethin'?" he asked, sitting in front of the boy again. "Or is it just thunder?" Haru didn't ask because he was concerned. He asked because he was curious, and it was clear in the tone of his voice as well as his body language. He tilted his head only slightly and blinked a few times.

Mammon looked up at the older male, noticing his curious look. He...looked kind of like a confused little kid like that.

"Nothing...just bad memories." He explained, setting the glass down and adjusting his hood carefully. "Unpleasant stuff really."

"Unpleasant stuff, huh? That makes sense, I sorta get that way too. But only on rare occasions. You gonna be okay?" he asked, running his hand through his choppy hair.

Mammon nodded, standing up shakily, using his hand as a guide for him.

"It wouldn't be so bad if I had my earplugs..." Mammon sighed, hugging himself. He'd admit that it was cold in the apartment that's for sure.

"Ear plugs, huh? Never seen those before," he laughed. "I guess you can plug anything," he shrugged. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm terrified of-" "HARUHI!" A girl's voice yelled from the front door. "God dammit," the blonde muttered. A small girl, about five foot, stomped over and yelled "You stole MORE food?! You know, every time you do that, I get my ass kicked! I swear ta- who is that?" she looked at Mammon with the same ice blue eyes that Haru has.

Mammon blinked, his fragile mind overworking to catch up with the events unfolding. Who wasthis girl...and why was she yelling?

"I'm Stubby, courtesy of Haru." Mammon said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the blond male knowing he'd get the joke...maybe. "And you are?"

"I would be his older sister, Sakura. Nice to meet you, stubby, now what the hell are you doing here?" she crossed her arms. "Haru, what are you doing picking up short people in hoods on the street?! He could be a killer!" she snapped, smacking him upside the head.

Mammon crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head to the side slightly. This girl was, as stated, Haru's sister.

"For the record," He started, holding up a finger. "If I was a killer Haru and most likely you would have been nothing more than corpses at this time."

"Not all killers attack head on," she pointed out. "So why're you here, Stubby?" she asked, running her hand through her wavy light brown hair. "It's not cus you thought Haru was santa clause,"

Mammon ignored her last comment, walking forward to stand next to Haru.

"He saved me from a creeper after I ende up getting lost on my way back from college." Mammon replied shortly, fidgeting with some lose strands of his purple hair before ading: "And I'm not short."