[Midas is where Katze called home. The middle ground of it, back then. Away from the tourists who came to Amoi for an easy fuck, or worse for something illegal on their home planets. Away from the brothels, and the social climbers, to an area that was closer to Ceres than Tanagura but not as dangerous.
The transition is an interesting one and Katze is taking it in again as they walk. Still petting Aomine like he's, well, a Pet, but it doesn't make him notice anything less. Somewhere to explore later, though, and he's impressed at his companions sense of direction.
The whores are nothing new, either. The glittering, bright lights of Midas. Katze can maybe find his way from here. Somewhere on the outskirts, somewhere they won't be interrupted.]
How do you know it was a really good one if you have nothing to compare it to?
[It's a teasing question and he, lightly, tips his head to mouth Aomine's jaw and pulse point when he looks away before hearing the rest of the story.
It's not appropriate to laugh, so Katze smirks and uses the darkness to hide it.]
There are quite a few nerve endings there. In men and in women. And it can be very good.
[He says, pretty much since that's been exclusively his means of pleasure since becoming a Furniture.
He's still amused when he turns, goes into a hotel that looks like it's the kind of disreputable they need instead of what they are trying to avoid. The apparently knowing, leering glance of the man he pays is something he could do without but Katze hasn't ever really cared what people thought and dragging a drunk mongrel off to have sex wouldn't come close to being the worst thing he's done.]
Nice to see some things never change.
[In that the room is small, but serviceable. There is a bed and even a chair. It's also stocked with sex supplies, but Katze shouldn't really expect anything more discreet.]
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The transition is an interesting one and Katze is taking it in again as they walk. Still petting Aomine like he's, well, a Pet, but it doesn't make him notice anything less. Somewhere to explore later, though, and he's impressed at his companions sense of direction.
The whores are nothing new, either. The glittering, bright lights of Midas. Katze can maybe find his way from here. Somewhere on the outskirts, somewhere they won't be interrupted.]
How do you know it was a really good one if you have nothing to compare it to?
[It's a teasing question and he, lightly, tips his head to mouth Aomine's jaw and pulse point when he looks away before hearing the rest of the story.
It's not appropriate to laugh, so Katze smirks and uses the darkness to hide it.]
There are quite a few nerve endings there. In men and in women. And it can be very good.
[He says, pretty much since that's been exclusively his means of pleasure since becoming a Furniture.
He's still amused when he turns, goes into a hotel that looks like it's the kind of disreputable they need instead of what they are trying to avoid. The apparently knowing, leering glance of the man he pays is something he could do without but Katze hasn't ever really cared what people thought and dragging a drunk mongrel off to have sex wouldn't come close to being the worst thing he's done.]
Nice to see some things never change.
[In that the room is small, but serviceable. There is a bed and even a chair. It's also stocked with sex supplies, but Katze shouldn't really expect anything more discreet.]
Pets your age are a hot commodity.