doggone

[repeatedprayer]

[In the time following his departure from Tabito and Manabu's company, the alias "Grey" has wound up sticking.

Not that everyone calls him that, he's used a few other aliases since then, but it's what he's wound up thinking of himself as. If Grey had taken the time to think about it a bit more he might have picked something with a little less connection to Rezo's name, but it's still leagues better than thinking of himself as "Rez- wait, no, just a copy." And maybe that's why he's felt significantly calmer since he left Sairaag.

By his own standards, Grey has been laudably well-behaved; sure, he's been mostly doing under-the-table psychic work, often on behalf of criminals, but! He's been trying to keep a low profile so it's usually things like clairvoyant spying rather than anything violent, and he's been making a point of not doing anything that directly impacts the galaxy railways.

It would be extremely awkward if Manabu Yuuki had to try and arrest him, after all.

He's found himself frequently thinking about Manabu, much to his annoyance. He has no serious expectations of ever seeing Manabu again, so it's simply a waste of mental bandwidth to find himself wondering what Manabu is doing right now or where he is, or to reminisince over their incredibly brief acquaintanceship. Grey can only suppose that because Manabu was the first reasonably normal person he got to know after leaving Sairaag that Manabu is going to stick out in his mind for a while.

And it's probably because of the real estate that Manabu is hogging in Grey's mind that he's been very aware of every mention of the SDF that crosses his path. He hasn't exactly been tracking the SDF's activities deliberately, but he does pay attention to the news and the SDF frequently winds up in there, even if Manabu's name in particular isn't normally dropped.

Until the day it does.

SDF Officer Taken Hostage By Pirates]

* * *

[It's taken several weeks of investigating, but Grey has been able to track down The Huntress's client, a Dr. Parish and associates. It must be a small galaxy, because Dr. Parish is someone Grey knows. Sort of.

Rather, Dr. Parish was a colleague of Rezo's who collaborated with the man on chimera research (and other unsavory things) in the past. Not only that, the man was an ardent admirer of Rezo's superior psychic prowess, and desperate to improve his own meager abilities.

He'd had quite a shock when Grey approached him in town, but after the initial surprise it had been sickeningly easy to convince Dr. Parish that he was the real Rezo. Grey can only surmise that the man wants to believe too badly to let himself be properly suspicious. It had only taken a day for Grey to be invited to tour Parish's laboratory.

The lab's located on the grounds of a former Marquess's estate, a ways out of town and secluded by trees, a high wall, and a long drive. Grey's done a little recon before, but actually being here is different, especially since he has to navigate by cane at the moment. Grey is doing his best to politely nod and smile as Parish guides him from room to room, explaining their work and occasionally handing him things to examine himself.

But evidently Parish realizes that "Rezo" isn't entirely interested, because he stops partway through an explanation of some stem cell experiments he and a few others have been working on to say "Of course, the really interesting specimens are kept in the basement floor."

Grey already knows this. He hopes his expression seems the right sort of eager.]

Interesting?

["Something along the lines of what we did in the past. Would you like to see them?"]

Nothing would please me more.

[Grey can practically hear Parish's delighted grin. To soothe the surge of irritation, Grey reminds himself that he's going to kill this man before the end of the day and allows Parish to guide him out into the hall and to the basement entrance at the back of the building.]

Comments

[siriusly]

[guard's down once the last blanket is yanked onto the bed and Manabu turns away to finally pull his hat off his head with a sigh. a brief respite before--]

GAH! What the-!!

[repeatedprayer]

It serves you right!

[Grey grins, shark-like, and adjusts his grip on Manabu so he's partly thrown over Grey's shoulder.]

You didn't think you could attack me without receiving payback, did you?

[He spins them around, which surely feels GREAT for the guy suffering from vertigo, and unceremoniously deposits Manabu on the bed. Clambering over Manabu as he does, so his prey will not be able to escape. Hopefully Manabu's tail isn't getting too squished.]

Well?

[siriusly]

Wuhff--!

[whoa, his stomach can't even keep up with all of that. Manabu ragdolls and flops onto the bed in a dazed state, head swimming and...yeah. tail. ow.]

Nrhh! Oww...Jeez...!

[repeatedprayer]

[The one saving grace is that Grey at least isn't putting any actual weight on Manabu- he's poised over Manabu with his knees braced on either side of Manabu's thighs, and his hands pressed against the mattress on either side of Manabu's head.

Gleaming eyes bore down on Manabu, blatantly amused... Though that amusement may start to fade if Manabu looks awful enough.]

Do you yield?

[siriusly]

[Manabu fidgets his tail-affected leg a bit, trying to not accidentally jerk his knee up and nail Grey in the junk, making a face.]

N-no way! And even if I did, it's not like you're facing my best!

[repeatedprayer]

[Well then. If Manabu's still being stubborn about this, he surely can't be seriously hurt. It's not like he's the type to still be stubborn about something even after being stabbed or anything.]

I told you I was a criminal, didn't I? Playing unfair, and taking advantage of upstanding SDF officers like you, is exactly the sort of thing you should expect from me.

[Grey slides back a little and tugs lightly on one of Manabu's ears.]

[siriusly]

[he flushes scarlet, eyes wincing reflexively at the tug.

it’s a little tough for him to banter, but he’s trying:] Aw-awfully weird for a criminal to be going to all this trouble without a better payout, you know…

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey's hand slips into Manabu's hair, raking his fingers through and tugging more at Manabu's hair.]

There are some things you can't put a price tag on.

[Is he speaking of revenge for the pillow thing? Or of Manabu?]

[siriusly]

[that elicits one of those small sounds out of him, one eye closing while the other squints up at him. the tingling is back, radiating wherever Grey's fingers were; it really is that easy, isn't it?

he curls his fingers into the freshly-laid sheet under him.

after a swallow:] That's kind of mysterious, you know. A, a lot of what you say and do is mysterious to me, though... [head empty of nuance and all.]

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey laughs, and continues to card his hand through Manabu's hair.]

You're just too straightforward. Have you ever heard the expression "like an open book?"

[That's you, Manabu! You're that open book. Probably a picture book. About the Paw Patrol.

Grey rakes his hand through Manabu's hair for a few more long moments, his gaze going briefly from Manabu's face to his ears before making eye contact again.]

...Since we're alone again, let's get your tail loose.

[Grey slips off of the bed, still looming over Manabu, and goes for the waistband of Manabu's pants. Helping!]

[siriusly]

A-? [the combing was a bit hypnotic, even though he was puzzling over whether or not to be offended about the book-thing. what's wrong with straightforward?? it makes things easier, doesn't it?

who doesn't love illustrations anyway?

anyway, Grey's climbed off already and is going at his pants.]

Whoahey!! [he sits upright quickly, then regrets it. addled, dizzy:] Yuhh, you--you're so handsy! [the headrush ebbs and he swats at Grey's hands, redder in the face.] I'm not that feeble!!

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey works as quickly as he can, already aware before Manabu sits up that Manabu is not going to take this lying down.]

You're always so stubborn about accepting help. Hasn't it occurred to you that I may want to do this for you?

[Now the part Manabu should be worrying about is why Grey wants to do this.

Once he's finangled the button and zipper open Grey begins yanking insistently at the fabric.]

Come now, you'll be much more comfortable this way!

[siriusly]

[if he had an Able for every time someone has forcefully yanked down his pants against his will, Manabu would have two ables. which isn't much, but it's weird that it's happened twice.]

Greeey! [he grabs at his wrists, exasperated.] Y-you can't just grab a guy's pants like that! I can-- [wait huh?] Want? Why do you want to...pull...?

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey's smirk shrinks a little when Manabu manages to grab his wrists, because how dare you thwart him, but overall he's still clearly enjoying himself.]

Consider it another mystery for you to puzzle over.

[Since Manabu's pants are now mostly off, Grey's able to look down at Manabu's thigh and see where the tail is bound with the cord.]

Poor thing. That doesn't look terribly comfortable.

[siriusly]

[Manabu fidgets a little with a mix of confusing feelings, staring at Grey's face. he feels a flutter in his stomach.

at poor thing, he reanimates, letting Grey's wrists go so he can grab at the knot in the cord first.]

It's not because it's not supposed to be there...

[repeatedprayer]

[With his wrists free, Grey not only refrains from grabbing more at Manabu's body, but he actually moves aside and turns around, so that he's sitting next to Manabu instead of crouched in front of him.]

Mm. It doesn't look like a good angle.

[He waits patiently, watching as Manabu loosens the knot... and then once Manabu's tail is finally free he reaches out and starts stroking the fur.]

Any soreness?

[siriusly]

[the tail twitches upon freedom, then starts to curl of its own volition into Grey's hand - an act that sends fresh tingles up Manabu's spine. he straightens up through that wave, then exhales.]

Umh...n-no more or less than before, I don't think. It was just like, um...like if you had to walk around with an arm stuck in your shirt or something.

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey bites back a laugh when the tail curls into his hand. How very cooperative of it.]

No chafing from the cord?

[As casually as possible, Grey circles his hand around the approximate area it had been tied down, then slides his hand down the length of the tail.]

[siriusly]

Not sure iff...fuh...uhh... [his face gets red all over again as he full-body shudders, his ears perking upright before flopping back into place; it wouldn't seem out of place for steam to have come out of them.]

Y-you know that...that winds me up, right?

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey watches Manabu's reaction with keen interest, curling his hand again around the middle of the tail.]

Does it?

[He tries to sound innocent. He definitely doesn't succeed; he remembers how tense and shivery Manabu has gotten when he's handled his tail in the past and, well. In light of some other information Grey has recently obtained...]

I will admit, I had a suspicion. You said it was intense... [Grey gives Manabu's tail a careful squeeze.] And there's a limited amount of things that could have meant.

[siriusly]

[his shoulders draw up; he looks away, embarrassed.]

T-t-tingling, all...up and down my back...

[repeatedprayer]

[Still playing with Manabu's tail, Grey places his spare hand upon Manabu's back.]

Here?

[He strokes his hand up and down Manabu's back, in imitation of the tingling that Manabu described.]

Do you enjoy that?

[siriusly]

Gih!! [he jolts a little, knees nearly bumping into Grey. he brings a hand to his face, mortified.] Are, are you just trying to tease me or what!

[repeatedprayer]

Hm...

[Grey debates whether or not to answer that question honestly as he gives Manabu's tail a little tug.]

Let's say I'm collecting data. Does Manabu like it when I pet his tail? What about if I pull it?

[He leans in a little.]

And how much does he like it?

[siriusly]

[he twists at the torso to turn away, flustered.]

It's--it's really...really good but, [whimper.] but Grey! We have work to do--