hey can i hold your hand?
“ what are you, scared? ” despite teasing words, the one scared between the two was firo himself, tension in his form hidden well by a faux - relaxed expression. perhaps deciding to go to the house in kalos with a ghastly tale to tell was a poor choice. route 14′s atmosphere was ominous enough, the grime and murk which clung to him still proving to be an annoyance as it’d dry. still did the storyteller prattle on about faceless men, about hearing things that weren’t there… the man long since wanted to leave, to visit laverre city and check their boutiques. but for levan, he’d stick around. for levan ( and himself ), he’d hold his hand, gripping it tightly as he could. “ i’ve gotcha. by the way… ” firo whispers into his ear. “ you think this guy’s almost done? ”
