Tug-O-War - ̗̀★ Ryuusei & Wataru
[ ✥ ]—— “Follow me,” Wataru reassures, turning on his heels and making his departure from the area, trying to ignore the few eyes still set on them.
Kivat can’t help blowing a snort of disapproval as everything is decided and done. He not only wants to have the satisfaction of biting this guy’s face off, but there’s no trust for him either. If he really does wound up hurting Wataru, Kivat will bite him hard and with pleasure. Time to daydream of that moment and let the two men head over to the apartment peacefully.
The short walk goes on uneventful, with Wataru not being sure what to talk about without feeling somehow awkard. He thinks once all doubts are cleared, he might come to trust Ryuusei enough to form a friendship of the sorts. Kivat is being silent, too, not whispering whatever threats he might have in store for the stranger that antagonized him. Before the silence starts making him feel uncomfortable, they have arrived at the tall complex standing before them.
He steps inside the main lobby and heads straight for the elevator. While stairs seem to be a safer options since there’s hardly maintenance going on, his apartment is on one of the upper floors. It wouldn’t be polite to force Ryuusei to climb up so high and get tired, even if means they might end up stuck in the elevator. That kind of worry turns out to be unnecessary, however, as they get out of there without incidents. Wataru handles the keys when they stop at his apartment’s door, and takes a deep breath first, closing his eyes.
“We’re going in,” he speaks, although unnecessarily. The door opens, and he exhales for a moment, hearing no noises coming from the living room. “I think they’re all way,” he concludes after a few moments, then sighs softly and turns to his guest as he closes the door. “Would you like to have something to drink before we do this?”
As he walked with Wataru, Ryuusei watched him. The man certainly seemed... hesitant, in a lot of areas. Perhaps it was his body language --- Ryuusei exactly wasn’t an expert on expression (he thought he was a good actor, but he hadn’t observed nearly enough to be considered actually “good”), but he could tell the man was timid and nervous. He wondered briefly if the man used to be scared of his own shadow before suddenly they were inside the apartment.
“Ah, that’s good then.” Ryuusei gave a reassuring smile, though he was secretly relieved everyone else wasn’t there to interfere or to learn his secret. It was bad enough that a few people saw the Driver in public... Perhaps they’ll forget about it in a day or two.
But he paused at the question, shaking his head. “I think I’m good, Wataru-san,” then, a little quick as an add-on, “but thank you for your kindness.”
It might be a good idea to stay on the man’s good side, and scaring him (although Ryuusei had done no such thing, but one could never be too careful) would be directly in opposition of that.
“Do you want to go first, or should I?”
