Dates and Mates

Handing over his ticket, Shiro flinched slightly at the sound of the train's whistle blowing. How he hated the loud noises that brought nothing but suffering usually to his poor ears. Stepping on the large metal mechanism, he tipped his hat to the boarding instructor, looking back down at his room number. Pulling a large duffle bag on wheels behind him, it contained all the clothes, books, and even a couple board games. He had specifically requested to be put in a room cart with someone else if possible so that he could chat and not starve himself without company.

Making his way through, he drew a couple glances as he went past the train's dining area. Dressed more properly instead of his usual robe, the kitsune wore a more princely attire. Adorned with two rows of buttons down a long sleeved jacket, it was one of many shirt layers he had little trouble getting into with his past experience. Golden cuffs sticking out at the end, his accents were warm in color to go along with his light red hair and tails that trailed behind him. There was even a golden sun earring in his left ear to go along with the theme. It wasn't usually his first choice of dress, but he was boarding the train just after spending time with a ghost that had insisted on it. He had a funny feeling they were trying to make someone jealous, or start quite the interesting rumor.

Finally finding the number in the next cart, he casually slipped open the door to either unpack on his side of the cart, or sit and wait for his future companion. If they cancelled he'd be in a bit of a pickle, but there'd probably be someone on board that would be interested in some form of company.

Leaning back in the seat as he flipped through a book, Mihail had one leg crossed over the other as he looked out the window, wondering when they would be on their way again. He had been on the train a good few hours already, and though he enjoyed his trip from the quiet home he adored, he was starting to miss the luxuries it gave to him. His father wasn’t perfect, there were creaks around the house, and their garden of faes and dragons were troublesome, but they were a dream compared to the train that was loud and left him unable to feed or sleep as he pleased

He was also SUPPOSED to get a companion at some point, but after a few stops he still didn’t have that seat across from him filled. Looking up from the book he was scribbling in with an elegant pen, his pink eyes peered over the sunglasses he wore inside and blinked at that familiar body standing before him. Far from the land they called home as well.

“Shiro, what are you doing this far out?” He asked as he lowered the object, looking him over as if staring at a tasty morsel he had had many times before and was more than willing to have again at any time. It was a good way to look at it, he supposed, as Shiro was one of those fun people he would always come around to have some skin on skin action with if he was available for such fun activities.  

A more genuine smile came to his face as Shiro came upon that lovely familiar face. He was always friendly with people, but in this life, he preferred to keep others in a strict master servant relationship. The exception to that being the immortal he kept running into whether they knew it or not. It was a sort of relief to have something consistent he could rely on happening that wasn't a beheading or stab in the back.

"My, not even a hello as you already seem to be planning to celebrate our reunion?" he teased, bowing in a graceful greeting of his own to show off his formal attire. Straightening to pull in his bag and slide the door shut behind him. "I was just making a house call at the request of a guardian spirit. They were worried about their charge's mental state after a rather pitiful separation and called on my assistance." setting the bag of clothes, books, and games to the side, he figured there might be something a little more entertaining in his foreseeable future to sate his unusual appetite. "And yourself? It's rare to see you traveling far without your father?"

“I said hello with my bedroom eyes, you seem to enjoy it usually.” Mikhail teased, but did seem in a better mood having his train cart shared with someone he knew. He wasn’t sure if some hanky panky would be appreciated on the train, and he was a bit willing to find out if it was, but for now he pat the seat next to him and wrapped his arm around him once he did.

“I went on a trip to pick up a few things for Father. He’d been feeling a bit ill from my hunger and lack of blood, so it’s the least I can do.” Snuggling into that curve of Shiro’s neck that was so soft and tender, he felt that urge to bite but knew better and instead he just nibbled oh so gently for that nice pur noise the other would give up. He was too careful being unable to tell who his soul mate could be, though part of him wished so he could just bite whomever after that.

Chuckling, Shiro certainly couldn't deny how he enjoyed that ghostly caress of a greeting. Sliding on next to Mikhail, he probably would have sat next to them without prompt, but the invitation was more than appreciated as a sign that they were fond of his company. A little more than fond if the nibbling was anything to go by. "I see, always such a good son~ You know I wouldn't mind if you ever wanted to eat me up." It wasn't the first time he had offered technically, but no matter which life he led, the vampire seemed set in not taking the small risk that he was the one person in the worlds they were destined for by fate.

If they got hungry enough, he was sure instinct would take over at least for a willing victim. Either way, Shiro leaned into his companion's embrace. Nuzzling up into their longer hair was one of his favorite activities during the teasing.