(Lmaoo ye. And oh man I just love when our WIFI cuts out. I haven’t had WiFi all morning, I’m adtually staying at a relatives house now because our air conditioning also cut out RIP)
“Which one?” Vaughn asked, leaning his weight against his hands. He could hear the whispers snicker at the position he was in. Good, you’re close. Get the gun from under the counter and put a bullet in his brain, the whispers soothed, sharp in his head. No, he wasn’t going to shoot Kaz. What do you think you’re doing, then? He wasn’t too sure about that. Was he being affectionate? No. He was simply.. gathering information on Kaz. Yeah, that sounded right. He was gathering sensitive information about Kaz from the background of his tattoos.
(oh jeez, that sucks. our electricity's been all weird since the random 10 minute lightning storm we had Thursday)
"M-My right one," he stammered. God, Vaughn was so close. He was so close he could almost feel the other man's breath, which definitely didn't help keep the stutter from his voice
(Oof, weird)
Vaughn raised his brows before reaching down and hooking his fingers onto the leg of Kaz’s pants. He tugged the fabric up until he could see the tattoo on his ankle. Just gathering information, this means nothing. Deception at its finest he had to remind himself, rubbing at the skin.
//omg
the sexual tension here
or even just tension I general
Kaz's brain spluttered to a stop, his face effectively red. The tattoo was simple, a small cartoony knife with something that looked like liquid stars dripping from the end. "I-It's one of my older ones. My cousin's got the same one, w-we went to get them together because it was the first time he had gotten a tattoo," he stammered
(honestly at this point you could turn this entire rp into a slow burn KazVaughn fic that could end several different ways)
(That's practically what this rp is rn)
(Lmao honestly though)
Vaughn glanced up at Kaz from his slightly crouched position. “Any deep meaning behind this one?” He asked in a low tone, tracing the knife with his thumb.
Kaz gulped, the change in Vaughn's tone causing more of that odd feeling in his stomach again. "It was my cousin's idea. It was, um. Kind of a joke idea at first. We had a conversation about how great a tattoo that said 'Life sucks then you die' would be, and then a month later he had me draw the design. We were gonna have the words written somewhere but we ended up leaving them out."
(shhHH)
Vaughn listened as he nodded slowly, running the information through his brain. Not really anything useful. Does talk about his cousin a lot he mentally Notes before standing up, back between Kaz’s legs. “Tell me about your cousin.”
(Kaz.exe is halfway to stopping function)
"W-Well, um. He's about four years younger than me. We've been together ever since he was born, even though when we first met it was over a voice chat. He's been here in the US his whole life," he said, relaxing a little as he talked about his cousin. "His name is Michael. His parents are rich assholes, but he's always been the nicest person to walk the planet. Even when they kicked him out, he's always been nice."
//jUST FUCK ALREADY
(I didn't see this at first but I snorted when I did help)
“And you said he vanished?” Vaughn questioned further, resting his palms back on the counter on either side of Kaz.
Kaz nodded. "His roommate and him have been gone for about two months now," he said, somehow managing to keep the stutter out of his voice even though Vaughn had gotten closer again
“Any idea of where they could have gone?” Vaughn asked, meeting Kaz’s gaze as he seemed unfazed. People went missing all the time. It was normal in this day and age. Bad things just happened.
"Not really," he said. It was a lie, of course. He had a vague idea where they had gone, but he didn't need to tell Vaughn that. How crazy would 'oh, yeah, they went off to go track down a runaway god for some reason, no big deal' sound? And he definitely wasn't going to say anything about Michael's abilities
(NOW HOLD ON ONE SECOND LMAOO)
Vaughn’s eyes suddenly narrowed sharply at that. “You’re lying to me,” he hissed, pushing back from the counter and stepping out from between Kaz’s dangling legs. See? He’s a lier. He has probably been lying to you this whole time, Finley. He’s a threat, you shouldn’t have brought him there, the whispers suddenly snapped.
(gODDAMIT I LIKE ANGST BUT I LOWKEY WANT THEM TO KISS TOO FUK)
Kaz's eyes widened, and he froze a little. "I…What? What are you talking about?" he stammered, already missing Vaughn's presence next to him
(Hehe)
Vaughn’s jaw clenched tightly, along with his fists. Hit him, Finley. Hit him hard, the whispers demanded, but he didn’t. “You lied,” he repeated in a sharp tone as he looked at Kaz.
Kaz scooted back on the counter a little, putting his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay, yeah. I did lie. I sort of have an idea where Michael and Erika are, I just don't know for sure yet. But it's not important because there's nothing to be done about it."
Vaughn’s eyes narrowed sharply, but his posture relaxed slightly and his fists unclenched. “Don’t lie to me again, Kaz,” he muttered in a low tone.
Kaz ran a hand through his hair nervously. For a moment he thought…He didn't know what he thought Vaughn would do. "I…I'm sorry," he said quietly, looking down at the floor. He wanted to make some sort of excuse, but he didn't bother. The worst thing he could do would be to slip up and say something that got him shot
Vaughn let out a sharp breath as he seemed to calm, the dangerous glint in his eyes fading away. He stepped over, hand going to Kaz’s chin to turn his face towards his own. They were close at that point. “What did you say? Speak up, little demon,” Vaughn said in a level tone.
(aaa AA)
Kaz gulped, eyes shining in some mix of fear and…he wasn't quite sure. He could feel his face start to heat up again at Vaughn's touch, and he struggled to remember English for a long moment. "I…I said I was sorry," he said quietly
