Some Typa Way 🌊 ft. Ryul
Hahaha! Had to! This takes places before the events of ‘Licorice/Funny Moments’ in the sns~ Continued from here with @mpryul
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Oh this was a mess and a half. Heather’s brows wrinkle closer together the more he listens to the well spring of words that seem to erupt from the other man like a dam that’s been broken. Growing more and more confused by the second Heather realizes very keenly two things: 1.) that him saying ‘don’t be cute’ may have been taken entirely too literally and 2.) That in the myriad of tangled explanations he’s getting none of them correlate to the situation that made him say anything in the first place. But there he is just listening to the stream of things that come from the other until it seems he stops on his own.
Heather blinks a few times at him. Whaaaaaat?????? Visibly he shakes his head before he replies, “You are a cacophony of confusion.”
He lets out a breath that billows some of his hair up and away from his face before it drops right back where it was. “I meant don’t try to be ‘cute’ and act like you didn’t almost just walk into oncoming traffic just now.”
The professor motions to the phone the other has. “What’s on there that has you so glued that you didn’t see all of us waiting to cross?”
The material of the other’s shirt is still bunched in Heather’s hold, an indication of what transpired. He lets go now and doesn’t seem mad so much as he’s a little concerned about phone use more than he was previously.
"am i?" ryul squinted his eyes slightly as he flopped back slightly, the adrenaline from nearly missing a car making his veins thrum with energy as he smacked his lips together in slight dissatisfaction. "listen what was i supposed to think? that's like the most flattering way to put things when you call someone cute." he crossed his arms. "and--he stretched, still not doing anything to move the other's tight grip from his shirt. "i did not almost walk into oncoming traffic just now. i walked into the oncoming traffic, and came away, with no scars at all."
he gestured grandly, with an almost shit-eating grin.
"couldn't i just have wanted to brave the roads and see if i could get past before the next car arrived?" he huffed, before falling back into a tight sigh, not wanting to divulge all the things that had been on his mind.
"thanks for saving me anyway." ryul raised his brows slightly, finally relenting to shoot the other male an apologetic little look. "wasn't paying attention. clearly. had some other things on my mind." he waved the question off as vaguely. "you know, mundane, stupid things."
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Heather releases his hold on Ryul and just shakes his head as he listens. He’s not sure if it’s the adrenaline of nearly getting turned into a pancake or if it’s just the way the other is but at least the statement that he walked (or rather was yanked away) without scar is true. Grateful that he didn’t witness a sudden tragedy this morning Heather just laughs a little.
“Well, Mister Invincible, I am glad that your dabbling in high speed jaywalking didn’t end with you being put out of this life,” he smiles.
As he’s given a sort of lackluster reason for the mental check out that caused all this, Heather wonders briefly if something might be bothering him. “You don’t have to tell me anything. Especially not here with all these people walking by but, if you ever want to blow off steam and just chill with someone who isn’t going to pry, I got you.”
He gives a friendly pat to Ryul’s shoulder right as the traffic light changes and people start moving. It chirps it’s signal to cross and Heather smiles. “Shall we?”

















