Gangsta

It was dark, the soft sound of murmuring was close by and Kaz groaned while trying to shift around. Unable to move much, he slowly opened his heavy eyes. Stone walls and floor surrounded him, leaving him confused as he shifted his weight and felt a pain in his head. Looking around slowly as he wondered where did he even end up, trying to rack his brain for answers but none came back. The burnette slowly blinked as he took in the single beam of light that leaked into the room through a window. It was a small window, about 6 feet off the ground and could be considered more of a package slot then a window if pressed. There were bars on it, rusted with age but well kept otherwise.

Looking down to his wrists, he could see why it was so hard to move. Ropes were wrapped tightly around his wrists and ankles, along with more rope that kept his arms down and away from his gnawing teeth that with enough time would surely free him. His eyes set on the strange watch though, currently a small screen lit up with what looked like symbols over numbers. What did that even mean? He wasn’t sure. He looked away in the end as he heard a door open. A panic washing over him as he wondered was he kidnapped, if he was by who? He felt that instinct to fight just start to bubble up, mixed with the fear of being tied up too tightly left him wiggling about as his heart raced.

Wherever he was, he didn’t like it. It left him uneasy and feeling as if he was being held a prisoner here. Which, in the situation he was that was bound not to be far off from the truth knowing his luck.

"This is precisely why I prefer to do these sorts of things myself." Strutting down the stairs a menacing clicking noise coming from his sleek black shoes, a bright haired ginger strutted towards the first underground floor. A black cloudy dragon wrapped around his shoulders like a snake, their armored hands and face were a starking contrast to set them apart from an actual reptile. "I bet they just didn't hear you." The quiet noodle whispered in his ear. Shrugging, Ix was currently wiping the blood from his hands.

It was impossible for the lackies to mishear that he wanted their guest treated gently. Though it could have been a complete accident for all he cared, it had still gone against his orders. "No excuses my pretty pet, you know that." Purring up a storm as Ix stroked him with a cleaned hand, Drik couldn't be happier. The knife safely tucked away in his belt, the dragon was positive it'd never be used on them.

Adjusting the all black suit, Ixavier made sure his slicked back hair was still behaving before he clicked the lock on the cell. He had to look presentable for their new visitor after all. The smell of fresh blood still clung to him, but he'd need more than a quick wipe down, he had been in a hurry to see this supposedly feisty cutie. "Oh my, this won't do." His voice dripped with the tone of a pout though his violet eyes appraised their floor guest. Kneeling down, to his credit, he was gentle as he felt the back of that mop of hair. "Does it feel damp? Are you bleeding?" Though he loosened the ropes keeping the other's arms pinned, he didn't completely untie them.

Just trying to find his mind again, everything was hazy. It left Kaz feeling as if he was in a dream, or maybe more so a nightmare. Wiggling about, the rope only cut more into his skin, but he didn’t care at all about that. He was all for adventure and finding a way out of every situation he came across, but even this was a little too much for him.

Starting to dig his nails into the rope as the door was flung open, the light stunned him for a moment. Squinting at the figures that came in, he leaned away at first. He didn’t even answer the questions as he took in the colors that didn’t compute at first in his mind. The orange was such a bright color against the dark and dreary surroundings, and even the... noodle wrapped around his neck. Brought back from his thoughts as a touch came to his tender head, he flinched away from them, feet moving him away as he just let his eyes adjust to the more direct light while his arms were being untied.

“Where am I?” He asked instead of answering the questions. There was a charm to the ginger he didn’t know, it left him curious had they met before and good impressions were made or was he just a sucker for that lovely color. Possibly the answer even lying between both of those, that was what he wanted to find out.

Amused more than anything by the way they distanced themselves from him, Ixavier had expected the usual questions. Who was he, where were they, what did he want with them, ext, ext. They took the liberty of only asking one instead of answering him so it was at least a nice mild change of pace. Still. Wagging his finger, he clicked his tongue as he straightened. "Now now, that's not how the game works at all darling. I asked first, so you have to answer first."

The implication was simple enough with this starting game of theirs. He didn't say he wouldn't follow with his own answer to the other's question after. Of course, the game wouldn't be totally fair either ask Drik chimed in. "I'm third! What's your name?" Their voice was still that soft whisper even when excited by the new thing and prospect of a game. It was a question Ixavier already knew after his investigation, as much of an investment as that was, but his own dragon wasn't going to ask questions about him, so it was fine if they played as well.

With Kaz tied now though, he didn't worry about following after their retreat to get back into their personal space with a smile. Even if he backed them against the wall, that was perfectly fine, it was such a waste not to be able to examine such a pretty face up close. "So again, How's that head of yours?"

Squinting at the other, he didn’t feel like this was a game. If anything, it was the total opposite of a game. With his mind blank of the before it left him more uneasy and wanting these ropes to be off. He was quite a fighty one when pressed, which he didn’t realize he proved to the ginger’s lackies who disobeyed their ruthless leader.

“I feel the untied ones don't really get to say it’s a game.” The burnette hissed, but after a lot of grumbling and low growling noises coming from him as he debated it over, he gave into answering. He also figured the answer was obvious. “It hurts like hell, just like these ropes.”