What the....? - Marvin's Haven

"Mmmm I have to agree there. No burning the cat then."

"See? We're in agreement on something already" Charlie rested his hand back down on his stomach, easing his fingertips against the small area of exposed skin again. "Mmm.. you've done that before..." he bit his lip with something akin to a purr.

"Yes, I have. " he smirked "So you must get taken for a Rose fairly often, I must confess you don't fit the stereotypes."

He let out a soft chuckle and sighed as he scratched his nails against the back of his neck without moving his arm.
"More frequently than I care to recount" he groaned despite his smile. "People are way too fond of judging the book by its cover" Charlie smirked up at him. "I like to think it an edge when used correctly though"

Marvin laughed "Ironic tonight wouldn't you say. So... if I tickled you, what would happen?"

"I'd kick your teeth in most likely" the youth smirked with an arched eyebrow. "Be nice hm?"

"Well you are no fun" he smirked

"So what do you do for fun, other than seduce innocent and wide eyed Malkavians."

Charlie let out another sigh as he smiled.
"Oh, you know... things to pass time. I train... study... gamble... race" he titled his head to the other side as he continued to smile up at the Malkavian. "Though my game's my biggest passion"

Marvin applied gentle but firm pressure to several pressure points on the feet as he continued to rub.

"Ahh what sort of games?"

The youth closed his eyes, biting down softly on his lips with another content sigh.
"You already know the more interesting of them" scratching a manicured fingernail against the small area of exposed skin on his lower stomach. "But besides that? Mmm... chess, cards... Go's a personal favourite but few play it around here"

"Don't know Go, but I'd be willing to learn."

No. Ruggedly handsome malk in clown makeup rubbing the feet of an androgynous Brujah he wasn't quite sure was male, or... even had a sex per se. Not at all weird.

"Maybe I'll teach you after I cut you down to size" the youth chuckled, still enjoying the attention he was getting. In fact, the Brujah much like an actual cat getting a belly rub while laying in the sun judging from the way he was reacting to it.
"Though you're getting rid of that horrible make-up first..." Charlie smirked.

"Few more days pretty one. Just a few more days. Very well, first we fence, then we tackle Go. What's to stop me from creating a computer simulation in the interim and learning all it's possible ways and strategies before we meet?"

"Do your thing, I'll do mine" Charlie arched his back a little. "I'm the one who currently owe you anyways" he added with a soft chuckle.

"Mmmm that's true" he said as he decided to test the catlike nature of the Brujah and rub his? hers? belly.

The youth's smile widened as he chuckled again, moving his hand to rest on Marvin's with a light touch. Possibly because it was a nice gesture, possibly to keep control, hard to tell really. He did arch his back again though as he drew his breath under his touch, lazily opening his eyes as it rested back down on the couch once more.
"Those hands betray you weren't born to this life..."

His broad fingers gently rubbed the brujah's belly

"No" he smiled "My father and grandfather were commercial fishermen in Maine, I worked the family boats from the time I was old enough to pull a lobster pot or clean a fish, to the time I graduated college."

Charlie drew his breath again, unneeded really, but a reaction to the Malkavian's touch no doubt.
"Everyone comes from somewhere" the seemingly young Brujah smiled. "Always interesting to see just how much or little they end up resembling that past"

"And you Charlie? What is your story? How does one such as yourself become the Childe of a soldier? There is an obvious answer, but I will not judge books by their cover tonight."

One hand stayed on the androgynous Brujah's belly gently rubbing, while the other found the back of his neck and gently massaged it. Again, much like one would do with a cat.

"If you think the answer's obvious, why don't you tell me?" Charlie smiled up at him, steel blue eyes searching his as the Malkavian leaned over him. Good thing Charlie wasn't creeped out by clowns really...

His lips brushed the brujah's forehead

"Well you look like someone's plaything, and certainly are quite seductive. First glance suggests you were a plaything for a stronger Brujah. But first glances haven't been working well, so I'm more inclined to believe you are a lot more than you put off. Perhaps chosen to be an assassin, or an assistant to a soldier. Someone who looked harmless, but was possibly the more lethal of the pair."

One arm still cradled behind his head, Charlie let the other reach up to briefly touch the man's throat as he closed his eyes, feeling Marvin's lips brush against his skin. He knew better than to push it in a situation like this, but then again, the youth had never been a fan of safe. And so he chose to enjoy himself rather than back off as he should've a long time ago.

"You'd be wrong on most accounts.." he smiled. "I wasn't chosen by anything other than dumb luck..." Charlie sighed, still smiling though. Was hard not to. "I died in a ditch... in the mud. A soldier sure enough, but nothing more than another youth sent to war with little purpose other than to soak up a few bullets"

The whole assassin thing? That, well, that had kinda just happened over time now hadn't it?

Marvin carressed Charlie's neck more, and gently kissed his neck

"I figured I was wrong on most counts. A soldier laying in a ditch. How then were you chosen? Surely not blind luck?"

Not good... and at the same time...
"You'd be surprised..." he murmured, moving his free hand to the back of Marvin's neck, easing his fingers through his hair. "I think the good Lady decided to roll in my favour that night.."
Because Sam could've easily chosen someone else.

"Mmmm sometimes Lady Luck favors those who deserve Her attentions most."

He leaned over and gently kissed the Brujah on the lips, still carressing the back of his neck.