Rival grasped the table cloth, before putting down the knife and then resumed a blushing like-tsundere mute state. Just sitting there looking tired with his face burning red, he really just said that all⌠He really did. He couldnât believe it, even if this was a commitment he usually threw an insult in there or two but he just showed how pitiful he was as well. But he had learned, being trapped in a box to think, how much he loved his life, how much he cherished his friends and his lover. Though he could be still cruel and angry he had pretty much calmed down now, he had gotten used to everythingâ except touch.
This was just reminding him more of when they metâ
A whisper across the Room and Rival made a noise, covering himself with his bangs and he wanted to disappear. Soon the waiter came over and asked if there was anything wrong, Rival just shot him a look, âYeah we want to order this too,â Showing the guy the picture, irritated not wanting to talk to the man any further. The waiter told them if there was another uproar his boss would tell them to leave and left to give the back their order, ââ Tch⌠people are so stupid sometimes,â he laughed nervously, âWeâll have to be more quiet now, I hardly doubt that will be the case huh?âÂ
The two of them, quiet? Hardly, when they got down to it they could be tearing each others hair out. But that wasnât the case here, there was just complaints that some kids were making them uncomfortable, if they didnât like it they could just go away.
But Rival had one other thing to tell Lyraâ His real name⌠did he want them to know his real name? It was the final barrier he would break but he didnât know after all this time he would allow them to do soâ He liked them calling him Rival. Basically they were the ones who made it the trendâŚ
âTheres a lot of things we can say about my father, how much of an ass he is, what a sob for a father he calls himself to meâ his Heir to the Rockets, though I am not his first born,â He smirked but then he shut up when he heard Lyra spoke about forgetting him, he tapped his fingers on the table before sighing.
Biting his lip hard he looked down, playing with his fork, âLyra its not stupidâ You two are always clinging to each other, here I am some awkward teen who doesnât know how to be a good friend or even do all the things you guys do. My best friend is a Weavileââ He bit the inside of his mouth, âBut Iâd like to hang out with you three again, Iâll see what times I can get off work and out of Blueâs hands. Just the three of usââ There was that word again, loveâŚ
In a crackling broken up voice he lowly spoke, âAnd I love you guys.â Suddenly the waiter popped up without any notice, giving Lyra what she ordered and Rival his malt shake, the boy sparkled at the large glass as he took the stripped straw and poked it out of the paper. It was drizzled with chocolate, and even a cherry, he took the cherry and put it on her napkin though, he just got it for the drink. Putting his lips to the straw he suckled with a serious face, trying to get the drink into his mouth.
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