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"Sir, I can't let you in without paying."
No series of single-handed gestures or grunts of exasperation conveyed that Shiro did not actually want to fuck a whore, and was merely looking for his friend. With a breathy sigh, Shiro spelled out Noel's name in the air and waited for a response.
"Look, if you want him, you're going to have to wait. And pay. He's busy right now," the woman behind the counter explained again. "If you're not going to pay, get out before I call a guard, okay?"
Today just wasn't the day for the swordsman. He had come to return Noel's old clothes and to say hi again. His shoulders drooping, he turned to head back to the door- when the stench of alcohol hit him, as did a very familiar scent.
"FUCK! You again?" a slurred voice boomed out. Before Shiro could react, thick fingers pinned him down to the desk and grabbed his hand. The man's eyes widened behind his blindfold. It's... it's Urune, isn't it? The drunkard who slapped Noel before.
"Now, now. Sir, that is a customer. You will let him go, or you will leave. Don't you remember what happened last time?" the lady warned.
One of the drunkard's hand wrapped around Shiro's throat to lift him up, and the other felt around his back roughly, tugging at the sword's sheath until the weapon clattered to the ground.
"You were telling him to get out, weren't you? He's no customer. He's harmless without his toy, anyway," Urune  drawled, a smirk creeping onto his lips. With his fingers still pressed around the slayer's windpipe, eliciting gasps and pained breaths, the larger man brought Shiro closer and leaned in to whisper against his ear. "I'll make you a deal, boy. See, I was going to fuck your little crush... Noel, was it? The little white-haired elf. But you're a little more my speed, see. Pathetic, damaged goods. What do you say you take his place, hm? I'll even pay you."
"Get out right now." The woman was furious at this point.  Shiro could here her walking around the desk and towards them, but he tugged a hand away from Urune's grip and gestured for her to stop. Slowly, he turned towards the source of those heavy, alcohol-odored breaths and nodded shakily.
It was the most he could do to protect Noel. The boy didn't deserve whatever this man did to him. Shiro was a lot stronger, wasn't he? However rough Urune was, he couldn't be any worse than a dragon or manticore. It wouldn't be that bad, not if it meant that Noel didn't have to deal with this man.
The woman sighed, and started to speak, but Urune had already tossed her a few coins and was heading down to one of the empty rooms in the brothel with the white-haired man slung across his shoulder.