Desperation was a word slapped on the heir’s forehead and never would ever capable of visualizing the obvious marks of this weakness. Maybe he was sitting by the down, head dipped in a rare and phenomenal case of silence from the often delighted and obnoxious male. Maybe, his ear was pressed against the door while eyeing the now vacant apartment which had been suited for two persons, including himself and a long-time friend by the name of Hakuryuu. Unfortunately, due to his disappearance, along with his boyfriend “closest bro,” Kouha, life in Brieve settled down and unexpectedly became boring. Of course, he had others like Kajika who kept him on his toes in exploring the new location . Alas, the extension of friendship could come in so many places…
Like the pizza delivery boy.
Automatically, the boy sprung onto his feed as the doorbell buzzed, most likely his neighborly torturer, Koumei or Kouen, awaiting in springing the unexpected news that he was required at the office. Gazing into the peephole, the indescribable pleasure aching in his stomach on the labeled pizza box and unsuspecting delivery boy made him drop onto his knees. His arms raised into the air, thanking Allah for this opportunity of gaining potential kinship.
The problem was, completing the facade of the “cool kid.”
Gaining together his dignity, the small fragments of it left, he adjusts his shirt and raises onto the feet that’ll guide him to new hopes. A shaky hand combs back his blond tresses, the trademark prod of a horn sticks out but, there isn’t much to be done of that. He unlocks the door and opens to reveal his magnificent presence.
“You must be the Alibaba delivery boy. Thanks for the quick delivery. I’m pizza.”
….Pure silence follows suit.
WHEN THE DOOR is finally open, he expects no less than a friendly greeting. luminous azure fixate themselves on a head of blonde, as the curt response that was building up, eventually dies down. all that is left is confusion, and bewilderment, mixed into a deathly silence.
lashes flutter once, twice for emphasis. the male quietly stutters to himself, words becoming harsher when they attempt to escape his lips. it isn’t actual words that follow after the silence. rather, it’s laughter instead. he starts chucking at first, breathlessly repeating what the stranger had said to himself, but then eventually, he’s met with boisterous chortling that almost leads to the pizza being accidentally dropped onto the ground due to his shaking frame. the raven-tressed lets out a final snigger, holding his forehead while he manages to speak in between laughs.
’ like-like... hi hungry, i’m dad, right? ’
another burst of laughter follows suit. the ridiculousness of the customer’s words was like a trigger that set him off again. in reality, he was all for jokes being tested at the most inappropriate of times, but when something like this caught him off guard, it was all the more funnier to him. all manner of professionalism was being thrown out the window as of this moment, but yato was never one to remain so distant and uptight. if anything, he was glad the customer had broken up the barrier by cracking a joke.
