#dippedred

5 seconds is all it takes for him to turn back and reach for it to see some dumbass with it in his hands, gleefully drinking away the carbonated liquid Proton had spent money on. He’s stunned, for a good moment, but then a clearly unpleasant snarl curls his lips as he abruptly reaches to rip it from the smaller’s grasp.

“What the fuck?

          Security has always been important to him, safety in this city seems nigh impossible, though. But within the comforts of the apartment he'd been assigned to, he's managed to find some type of piece in the early hours of the morning when neither of his housing mates are awake. There's something about the quiet that calms him down, makes him able to think clearly about what to do. And he comes undone in these early hours, shedding the cloak he always wears and setting the wooden sword down that he always carries on his person. In bed he lies awake, staring at the ceiling before drifting off to sleep for just a moment moments.

Thump.

          The smallest of noises causes him to awaken and sit up quickly on the edge of his bed, eyes scanning the room for the source. It's not here, it's outside. Strange...that anyone else would be up at this hour, guess he'd better go take a peak just to put his mind at ease.

          And so he emerges from his room, cold air hitting him as he does so. It's at the kitchen table that he sees a silhouette of person and he flicks on the lights. Sure enough, there's someone sitting at the table...looking as chipper and cheery as can be. What in the world? ❝ What are you doing in my apartment? ❞ He's startled and rightfully so.