Demeownic! ◇ doyoung&seira
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Somehow one thing led to another and now the two were here. The two weren't butting heads as much anymore, and now they indeed had a different dynamic going on between them. This time Doyoung invited Seira over to Doyoung's place. "Well it is strange being this close---the risk the possibility of maybe one of us will get hurt." he uttered as his naked fingers played with the fabric of Seira's jacket but then releasing. There was some sort of wall the warlock had suddenly presented in front of him, being slightly distant with Seira. Was he afraid of losing the friendship the two had shared? Maybe. but Doyoung speaking out his fears or feelings pish, was the one thing he tried his best to avoid.
"Uhm.." he quickly attempted to change the topic. "Go take a seat, I'll go get us drinks or something." he said as he shuffled to the kitchen having his little cat familiar nuzzle up against Seira's leg. Doyoung place was beautifully decorated. He was pretty much a shopaholic. There a few pictures of him and his three aunts, even a few with his cat.
"What would you like? Do you drink wine Seira?" he yelled from afar as he looked through the kitchen to only notice he ONLY had wine in the fridge. Starting to consider the thought he should probably buy other drinks.
Seira could only smile upon hearing Doyoung's words, endeared by the concern he showed. However, the merman preferred not to talk about it now, at least not while standing on the doormat when he had just arrived; and in spite of everything, he understood very well what the warlock meant, thinking he would return to the subject later so nothing would be unresolved, left unsaid or even awkward between them. Doyoung was one of the first individuals he met at the academy, and even though he stepped on his cookie back then, he didn't have any hard feelings towards the boy, quite the contrary, the merman had him as someone he wanted to keep with him for as long as possible.
The pink-haired male strolled across the room, sitting on the nearest couch, one of his legs up on the seat; eyes entertained admiring the warlock's place which indeed was pretty, well decorated and even cozy. Holding the phone in hand to pass time, he heard Doyoung yelling something from the kitchen, deciding to go there by himself. Standing up, Seira gave a glance towards the floor when he realized there was something next to his leg, and the sight had him frozen completely for a couple of seconds, a cry followed by several curses could be heard through the living room. Like magic, Seira was suddenly hiding behind Doyoung's back in the kitchen, shaking hands gripping the dark-haired’s shoulders, desperation evident in his tone. “Holy fucking shit, you— why you didn't tell me you had a cat?!” he asked, peering toward the kitchen door to see the creature standing there once again. “D-doyoung, please...” The merman literally begged, fingers sinking into the skin of the other's shoulders, dread evident all over his being.
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