scare them all away

his eyes studies the other cautiostly, body rests against the counter, though he still feels this verge of being uncomfortable & intrigued. lets out a mild snort. “oh i know, i’m the whole package, actually. smart, funny and good looking” a teasing tone lingers upon his words, probably to contain the urge of ending this in a quick way. he could. but that wouldn’t be him. he has never been a fan of rushing things up, he likes it slow ; for whatever reason. see, rhys has this constant need of being in control — the unknown infuriates him. but desperate measures? that’s not him, that’s kaleb. so he keeps quiet. and he sees it slipping though his hands & tries to reach it back. “yeah, i’m sure you’d love that but you’re not really my type, man” he straightens his stance as he finally gets a look on how tall the other actually is. his frustration only increases. “what is up with you, anyways? i mean, with that rich ass face? did daddy forgot to give you money or something? look, i’m sure there’s plenty of other places where you can crash. just— do not test me”

“Smart, I’m not so sure yet. Funny, maybe. Good looking? Oh, definitely, at least you’ve got something going for you,” he answered with a grin as he let his eyes make their way up and down the stranger’s body, taing in all of his features. He was certainly good looking, the kind of looks almost anyone could agree were at least nice to look at. The first few seconds of this interaction, Adrian was bored, but now it was becoming slightly amusing. The stranger was... interesting, to say the least. “Ah, that’s disappointing...” his voice and stance, though, contradicted such a statement, since he didn’t actually care. There were bigger things Adrian needed to worry about than being some random guy’s type. Always he attentive one, he noticed the stranger’s posture straightening, and did the same, just to tease. He was already quite tall when he slouched, and an upright posture just made him almost monstruous. “I’m actually pretty comfortable here, but thanks. Since it bothers you so much why don’t you go find someplace else, hm? Don’t test you?” he asked in a mocking tone, pretty close to laughing in his face. “What are you gonna do? Handcuff me to a chair? Wow, scary.”

His grip softens as his brows furrows in confusion. Truth is: he’s not used to being confronted, much less having his threats being ignored, so it’s definitely a first. & his insides feels weird as he can’t bring himself to decide if he finds it either amusing or annoying. The headlights of cars passing by outside lightens the room through the window, giving himself a partial view of the boy half asleep at the dusty living room. Rhys’ head tilts to the side as he takes a shamelessly look, despite the messy hair & morbid eyes, he didn’t quite look as a homeless person, which raised tons of suspicious upon Wolf’s mind.    "Well, It is ilegal to break into somebody’s property, y'know" not his, but the other didn’t need to know. “The sleep p— Yeah. Might arrest you for that. You into handcuffs?” tone dripping sarcasm followed by an eye roll, just his usual self. He sighs, annoyed; uncomfortable. “Listen, you can’t stay here. Leave”

Oh no, he couldn’t stifle a laugh at that, it was obvious that they were both breaking the same law. The hypocrisy was too much for Adrian, who chuckled for a good few seconds. “Oh man,” he started, as his laugh dissipated in the air. “You’re funny, has anybody ever told you that?” seeing that this man would not let him go back to sleep, Adrian gave up and sat up, yawning and stretching as he did so. Maybe he took a little longer than normal, just to rile the stranger. “Handcuffs? Sure,” he shrugged, “why? You planning on using them on me?” he asked as he finally got up from the makeshift bed, keeping his gaze fixed on the other’s face. Adrian was always one for a challenge, and he loved to provoke. It almost always go him in trouble, but most of the times he was able to get out of trouble just as easily.  “I can’t? Oh, well then, I guess you better do something, huh? ‘Cause now I’m not leaving. Maybe I wanted to before, but nah, I think I’ll stay a little while longer.”

“Stop. Right there.”  Pistol out, though his fingers never touched the cool metal — that’s been hovering in the air towards the possible threat. Rhys never misses an oportunity to show off. He twists  his  already  attentive  stance  into  position: barrel of the gun pointed firmly against the moving shadow, head tilted to take  aim, arms  braced  for  the  worst  against all the odds he’s already faced. The walls were dark, the  atmosphere  tight  and  window’s fogged from the cold outside.  It’s not fear that crosses his mind, but the absence of someone else’s presence for too long might cause deffensive actions right away. The house was abandoned, or so he though. 

Adrian was exhausted. The day had been spent running and running and running, until he found the house. He was s tired he didn’t even bother checking if it was actually empty, and honestly, he didn’t even care. If someone bothered him, he would just make them hallucinate something and leave. Adrian woke up to the sound of someone’s voice. Here we go again, he thought, sighing as he squinted in the dark, trying to make out the figure looming over him. The man had a gun, but Adrian had his mind, if he wanted to, he could easily take him down. But he didn’t want to. The thought perplexed him, he should want to, he should take him down, but it just didn’t feel right. “Is it illegal to take a little nap now? What are you? The sleep police?” The stranger was lucky Adrian woke up in a good mood, even though he had been robbed of a few more hours of sleep.