[OPEN] Who let the dogs out? Woof.

[taiyoukai]

Characters: Sesshomaru, his bad temper, his worse manners and YOU!
Setting: Room 4-14, Meadow floor and around the Tower.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Having had a few days to adapt - for some values of the word adapt (read: stop feeling homicidal about everything ever), Sesshomaru decides it's time to explore a little and test a few theories.
Warnings: Testy inu daiyoukai with a tendency to melt things that annoy him with his poison claws. Also fluffy, angry dog in the meadow floor.

[Room 4-14]

[He hadn't much noticed the two boxes or the wreath in his trunk, when he first arrived, much more in a hurry to get out of that ridiculous suit - which was thankfully already melted and done for - and to seek out some answers, but today Sesshomaru takes the time to study them, before heading out to inspect the tower more in detail. He'd worked out most of his rage at the monsters in that perpetual night floor, but he hadn't come out with many answers over all.

So now there he is, sitting on his assigned bed - tch - arching an eyebrow at a box of his favorite flavor of pocky and a box, of all things, of dog treats. Sesshomaru did not find the joke very funny at all. It hadn't been funny when Kagome gave him them, and it wasn't funny now.

There's also a dried flower wreath on the bed, but he's not bothering to look or touch or acknowledge it, because something inside hurts a little too much when he tries to think about it.]

[Meadow floor]

[After some cursory exploration of the Tower, he decided this was the best floor on which to attempt this, and thus walked away from the staircase resolutely. A good distance away, he closed his eyes for a moment, before he opened them and began to gather his youki to transform back into his true form.]

[He succeeds, and he certainly doesn't look much like a puppy, but the size alone is infuriating. Barely eight, nine feet at the most, and certainly much smaller than he should be.

How annoying.]

[Anywhere else]

[After he's done with the meadow floor, somewhat disgusted by such a lackluster transformation and deeply infuriated by anyone who'd dare do such a thing to him, Sesshomaru stalks away towards the staircase, intent on exploring the tower more thoroughly this time.]

Comments

[silentsacrifice]

The former, for the most part.

[He cast a sour glance off to the side, tapping his heel idly against the wall behind himself.]

Though lately, it's become the latter.

[taiyoukai]

How so?

[He studies the man's movements carefully, though he pretends to be engrossed with his candy. He smells human enough, but appearances can be deceiving.]

[silentsacrifice]

If you spend enough time in this place, it'll become apparent why no sane man would choose to live here.

[He looks up at Shesshomaru, as if considering whether or not to say any more. Eventually, he seems to decide that he won't continue unless prompted. He's got dango to attend to, after all.]

[taiyoukai]

So I have been told.

[Though he hasn't honestly seen anything all that terrible yet. Then again, Sesshomaru once took to touring hell. Terrible is relative.]

So far it is inconvenient, more than anything else.

[silentsacrifice]

You're lucky, then.

[There's a touch of bitterness in Itachi's tone, but his indifferent expression and posture hide it well.]

Most people here don't get the luxury to say that.

[taiyoukai]

[Sesshomaru shrugged delicately.]

Most people here do not get the luxury to be me.

[silentsacrifice]

[The hubris in Sesshomaru's tone would have been grating, had Itachi been any other man. As it stood, he took things in stride.]

You'll find that luxuries wear thin the longer you're here.

[taiyoukai]

[The daiyoukai shrugged elegantly, biting off the tip of a pocky stick almost daintily.]

Such is the nature of the world, as a whole. One a luxury wears out its luster, you simply find a new one.

[silentsacrifice]

...Hn.

[Itachi pulls the last ball of dango off the stick with his teeth, and takes his time in chewing and swallowing it. Once he's done, he looks up at Sesshomaru.]

When you find those luxuries, do me a favor and let me know.

[And then, in the blink of an eye, he throws the clean dango stick directly for Sesshomaru's forehead. He does it with all the grace and precision he'd use with a weapon, and, indeed, the dango stick pierces the air just like a blade with the force he's put into it, but his aim isn't to hurt his roommate. He simply wants to know how he'll block or dodge it, or if his reflexes are that good at all.]

[taiyoukai]

[One moment the stick is mid-air, aiming for Sesshomaru's hair, and the next second he's holding it up between two fingers, the movement of his hand nearly too fast to be seen. He looks at Itachi very pointedly, golden eyes impassive, as his hand glows green, the sweet scent of poison filling the room, as the stick is consumed by the acid like youki and it melts, leaving no trace behind.]

I will see to it.

[And then he took another bite of pocky, utterly unruffled by Itachi's display.]

[silentsacrifice]

[Itachi just blinks, looking fairly stoic himself. In truth, the other's speed is admirable, so fast that he could barely pick up on it even with his Sharingan activated. Itachi doesn't react, though, simply lowering his arm and pushing away from the wall.]

Very well. [He gives a curt nod of the head.] Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to.

[He doesn't, really, but he knows there's no way he's going to get any sleep as long as this new person is in the room. He's too light a sleeper for that.]

[taiyoukai]

[Sesshomaru shrugs elegantly. It's none of his business what the people around him do.]

As you please.

[...interesting human, though. Very... interesting.]

[silentsacrifice]

[Itachi casts one last glance at Sesshomaru through long lashes, still unsure of what to make of this strangely-dressed so-called "Lord." He hums, then turns away completely and walks out.

He hopes this new roommate won't cause him too great a headache.]