“ — and here i was thinking that if anybody wanted to find you , they’d have to try the west ham dump . “ ricardo calls out , easily , as soon as he sees the familiar build of EREN GRAY . ricardo’s entire body is automatically tensing , hands curling into delicate fists by his sides . there is a routine both males know , and ricardo knows better than to try and walk away , or pretend he hasn’t seen the other . every lousy corner he turns eventually , he always bumps into eren . and he often leaves it with a bloody nose , bloody knuckles , or BOTH ( mainly both ) . reflexively , his jaw locks . “ i already claimed this part of this shop . looks like you’re fresh out of luck , which shouldn’t be a new concept for you . losers always lose . “ he comments , glancing around at the auto-store where he knew eren would drag himself to at some point . maybe , just maybe , ricardo enjoys the goading . enjoys the anger , rage , boiling and brewing , before it spews out in the image of blood and purple bruises . some people ride fast cars , or jump out of airplanes - ricardo rolls up his expensive valentino button up , and launches his fists onto nearby faces . namely , eren’s .
it was hard to remember when trying to rearrange the features of ricardo’s face became a beloved pastime. the other male just had one of those looks. a look of stolen confidence and devilish yet crooked grins that warrant a punch or two. or maybe it was just a sadistic, animalistic nature that made him feel a rush of adrenaline from cutting his fist against ricardo’s sharp features. in truth, he could have went to a variety of different shops in the city, but stubbornness and the unprecedented amount of ‘ fuck you anyway ‘ that he felt towards ricardo persuaded him to go to the shop of his choosing. “ are you done ? “ he knew that ricardo was far from done. he turned and stared at ricardo’s furrowed brow blankly. he shook his head and repeated, “ i’m asking if you’re done talking because i’m done listening to you talk like you’re a bully from an after school special. so, if you are, you can come here, get your ass beat and i can go back to what i was doing. “ he knew that he could have walked away, but he scoffed at the very idea. it was not really an option anyway, not when ricardo would sooner take the opportunity to knock him out cold when he turned. though he could not help but snort at ricardo’s carefully plucked eyebrows and designer suits from brand names he could not pronounce, eren could admit that his punches were not as soft as his appearance. “ though, “ he paused to look his adversary over, scrunching his nose. “ you dressed so nice for me. maybe you’d prefer to dance. “