[S]acrifice.

                         UNDERESTIMATE 

      ❝Tch. Whatever.❞

        The last person she needs on her mind is him when on a date.

                                                                            [ The heart is such a nuisance. ]

                         { I want everything. }

   His namesake stood for good reason, a desire for the world’s possessions though it was certain that there was a drive higher for certain aspects. Someone… Tch, right— Expression would seem indecisive, an aggressive nature shifting frequently with anger. 

      ❝You’re right; I do.❞

   He was sure he knew of his nature by now at least, and he’d simply drop the query due to assumption.

      ❝If I didn’t like you then you’d already be dead. Oi… Can’t take a joke?❞

        ❝--Jokes don't last for several months.❞ 

      ❝Could’ve just said no, y’know.❞

   Though minor does he calm his exterior, ❝Say no to all of ‘em, you don’t need anyone. Especially when you have school t’focus on.❞

   He’s tempted to push fist against ivory locks, query sending a huff to pass lips and meet her skin. He’s caught off guard, figure unmoving with the exception of digits shifting to coil about her wrist. An attempt at convincing her not to go; though he’d need not depend on striving. No matter the answer will he follow in secret, a later occasion calling for him to… ‘kindly’ convince said male that he should seek romance elsewhere. 

        ❝I don't. That's true, I won't argue that. But perhaps I want someone. It's not such an impossible thought, is it? Surely there's someone you want--even if only a little.❞ Gently, she tugs on her wrist within his grip, wishing him to let go but also aware he likely will not, until... well, who knows? 

   It takes only one statement—one word,

                            and he is up on his feet; heels dragged forward her location as all other thoughts are nearly eliminated within a moment. He cannot bare the thought: what is rightfully his stood beside an individual utterly unknown to he purely so that the avarice may no longer possess it—an unlikely scenario, in a sane mind, though all that the ravenet’s mentality could conjure was the thought of thievery. 

      ❝—Who’s forcin’ you to go out with ‘em?!❞

        ❝No one has forced me to do anything. I agreed to go of free will, as they merely asked for a chance.❞ Her tongue clicks idly against ivory tiers and small shrug doth follow. ❝In truth there's already someone I'm infatuated with but,❞ toss of her hair over shoulder via rolling of her head in nonchalant manner, ❝It'd be best to forget that. So I am broadening horizons.❞

      ❝—M’Not hungry.❞

        Light click of tongue, ❝I've a date.❞ Such a nonchalant thing to her, something casual really, given that she accepted merely to be polite and has no intentions, currently, of dating anyone--well. Aside from one in particular of whom she is sure she cannot obtain. And honestly wonders why she wishes to when continuously he does nothing but hurt her.

                     〈 Neither of us are gonna be very happy if you don’t get help! 〉

     ❝Shut up already!❞

   It’s as if he is a child arguing back and forth with an imaginary friend, a continuous strain of snarky rebuttals and grunts rushing through his larynx and aimed towards the inner prince. He’d since forget of the dame’s very presence, that which reminded him being the prince’s reminder.

                     〈 Listen to her! She thinks your insane. 〉

   A growl slips, brows then furrowed as crimson hues shift to match gaze with his inverse.

     ❝Tch.

            —It’s just Ling, there’s no worth in bringin’ him up.❞

        Surprise is written clearly upon unblemished visage as foreign extremity is extended to her person, expecting their verbal quarrel to continue for quite some time. Perhaps to the point where would have been forced to either give up, or drag him to sanctuary. However, she fails to argue against it, allowing the faintest of smiles to splay across features as ivory-toned hand grips his own, pulling him to his feet with a gentle yet firm tug upward. His wounds trouble her, recalling how he slipped on his own before and while she's certain any comment on the matter is not appreciated, step one of several is hardly their stopping point. Inquiry must be made. 

        ❝Are you able to walk on your own, or do you require assistance? I do not helping if such is the case.❞ It would never even be brought up again, allowing him to keep his pride in form of shadowed memory, as though it never happened. Somehow, the virtue doubts that will sufficient, but considering his current state, treading on his own two feet for any distance longer than several feet proves hazardous. ❝It would be beneficial to be out of storm's reach sooner rather than later.❞ An added note, for measure.

                            Silence.

   It’s scarce unless forced behind argument, and he couldn’t quite decipher why. Guilt, perhaps? No… Such an emotion was not his forefront. Concern was assumed to be laced in her words, as it always was, though he’d write it off; ‘What a waste of money—of time.’ Hence, a sigh.

      ❝Hah. You’re not gonna miss me, are you now?❞