( unpredictable, )
@dalxkaito
the hunt begins and hwan knows their carefully crafted plan like the back of his hand. he’s ran each plan and strategy a dozen ( and more ) times in his head. ( it might even be to the point where he can follow through with it while half asleep. )
though he is not at all worried, he takes a small detour – just a little bit off of where he’s supposed to go – because he’s not sure if he fully trusts all of his teammates. and by ‘teammates,’ hwan meant yamaguchi kaito, specifically. he’s heard the stories, the rumors, the gossip about this child – how loud and rambunctious he is – and while he shouldn’t be sucked in by what he’s heard being spread around than to make an opinion for himself, ( lord knows he of all people shouldn’t listen to silly rumors. ) hwan just can’t seem to help the cautionary wall that builds whenever he faces the young lord.
he rushes to the boy’s side as soon as he spots him, and a shiver runs through his spine. it’s not at all from the cold or the gush of win that hits his face from the horse’s speed, but from the sheer thought of distress the boy might cause him.
these foliage better prepare themselves, because he predicts that he will sigh a tremendous amount.
he pulls up next to him with a stiff smile on his face. “i hope you will be able to handle yourself, lord kaito.” though hwan keeps his formalities, his voice is laced with the slightest hint of venom.