Blasphemous? Perhaps! Vhane only did it to get a rise out of people. Well, he managed to get a rise out of those who actually knew who the artist was, and what he had done. Of course, he only broke out that shirt if he had absolutely nothing else to wear. Which, since he had forgotten to snag his clothes from their dryer earlier, was definitely the case. Vhane only let go of Kairi’s hand for a brief moment to sit down, like a big boy, and put his red, muddied converse sneakers on. The right sneaker had quite a large gauge in the front which, if looked through, his socks could be seen. The elf was one of those people that held onto things until the very last minute.
The rain was beginning to let up into a drizzle outside, and it was rather silly to get in the car to go just right up the block.
Vhane and Kairi made their way to the sub-shop, which was conveniently right up the road. In the light misting drizzle, their combined accents could be heard on the heavy air. The chilled air caused small goosebumps on Vhane’s inked skin. Scents that were familiar to the area, similar to those at home, gave him a fluttering feeling in his abdomen.
That, or it was the feeling of hunger.
As they approached the glass door of the small building on the corner, Vhane reached his free hand forward to push on the metal bar that was the handle of the door. A small bell chimed above them as they entered, and a rush of different aromas filled the young elf’s nose. For a brief second, he stopped in his tracks, waiting for his lycanthrope senses to readjust to the sudden bombardment. Once everything stopped buzzing, and his nasal passages stopped feeling like someone had filled them with grains of dry sand, he gave a quiet sniffle, before holding back a sneeze. A normal dog would have sneezed and made a mess. Vhane was far used to things like that now. Loud rumbles delivered their vocalizations from Vhane’s midsection to show that he was practically lusting after one of their sub sandwiches.
What could he say? Chicken finger subs were delicious. Ever since he was a child, very rarely did he actually get anything besides a chicken finger sub, if given the option. He was, well, strange. Though, Vhane was not a picky eater. The young man would eat pretty much anything put in front of him, or suggested that he try. It was one of those ‘I won’t back down from anything’ complexes that the alpha male had.
That was how he discovered he was allergic to most seafood.
After they got their food ordered, Vhane led them to a booth in the corner of the shop. It was well out of the way, and they’d be able to see when their food was being brought back to them from behind the counter. The owner, a short friendly man from somewhere in Eastern Europe always greeted the two of them with a smile, never seeming to be put off by their punky appearances, and always had a smile on his face. Vhane’s olive hand took hold of Kairi’s from across the table, letting theirs rest between them while they faced one another. That chill of the outside air had finally worn off of the large elf. It had stiffened his muscles a little, but he didn’t raise any complaints about it. Gazing into Kairi’s dark blue eyes, he found himself lost for a moment. Quickly, Vhane snapped back to reality.
“How about, after this, we go back home and I’ll give you a massage?
Maybe even run a warm bath for the both of us, eh?”
Rainy afternoons often put Vhane in a relaxed, mellow, and romantic mood. Even if it was just spending some alone time with Kairi, and away from their normal group of friends.
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