Little bit of what I've been working on:
Xisuma absentmindedly drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his truck, there was an old song playing on the radio that he wasn't really paying attention to, catching small snippets of whatever it was, he could hear the faint pitter patter of rain hitting the roof, barely muffled by the thin padding on the ceiling of the cab that was supposed to dampen the noise.
No his mind was elsewhere, eyes flicking around to the crowd of people rushing out of the building and into the drizzle, looking for some familiar white hair.
He wasn't about to admit it but he was sort of happy that he'd lost a game to Etho, the loser owning the winner a favor and Etho had chosen his to be that Xisuma picks him up after school so he doesn't have to wait for public transportation.
It's nice seeing Etho's eyes light up a little at the sight of Xisuma waiting there for him.
Especially since the weather had been getting worse and the bus stop at Etho's campus didn't have any cover and he wasn't about to buy a rain jacket, something about how it'd mess up his style.
Xisuma wasn't really sure what Etho had meant by that but whatever, he didn't have much to do after his own classes anyway.
Etho smoothly slid into the passenger seat like he was meant to sit there, like a puzzle piece clicking into place. Grabbing the towel kept on the back seats to try and dry himself off a little.
“Long day?” Xisuma asked as a greeting, eyes back to looking out the windshield, flicking over once to make sure that Etho had buckled himself in.
The seatbelt sensor in the truck had been removed by the previous owner and Xisuma never had the time to fix it.
"Something like that," Etho replied, muffling his voice slightly as he ran the towel over his damp hair. The rain hadn't been too heavy, but it was enough to make his white locks stick to his forehead, a few strands refusing to be tamed even as he tried. "Professor went on a tangent again. Class ran late."
Xisuma hummed, flicking on the windshield wipers as a fresh drizzle blurred the glass. "Must've been some tangent if it made you actually complain about it."
Etho snorted, shaking out the towel before tossing it onto the dashboard with a practiced motion. "It was about economics. I don't even take economics."
Xisuma couldn't help but chuckle, finally pulling away from the curb and easing into the flow of traffic. "Sounds riveting."
Etho let out an exaggerated sigh, slouching into his seat. "Absolutely life-changing," he deadpanned.
They lapsed into comfortable silence after that, the quiet hum of the truck's engine mixing with the occasional swish of the wipers. Etho had his hands tucked into the sleeves of his hoodie, gaze flickering between the rain-speckled window and the dashboard clock.
