#luneue

     ❝     ...     i've told you no a hundred times now.     this is my hundredth and first time.     stop trying to convince me.     ❞

     it doesn’t register at first,     what he’s said or the abruptness of the inquiry,     or that he’d even spoken at all whilst they focus on messing with the object within their grasp——     a bracelet they’d picked up off the ground on their way to pester him to oblivion     /     up bright     &͟.     early for once     &͟.     not sleeping the day away ‘til the evening,     as per usual.     (     like a feline.     )     another few seconds of nothingness,     with their back to one of the beds that adorns the room     &͟.     their focus directed upwards,     towards the ceiling whilst they fiddle with the piece of jewelry in silence,     mulling o’er the possibilities of what they could possibly do together ‘fore the sun began to set.     they could go café hopping,     again or feed the pigeons that loved to huddle around the fountain on the other side of town or     …

     rabid feral boyfriend,     it’s those words that finally break him out of his self made stupor.     it takes a moment for the rest of what he’d said to properly inscribe within their head,     as made obvious by their lack of reaction save for the quirk of brow whilst they turn their head to evoke direct eye contact.     a blink     &͟.     another     &͟.     suddenly they scramble to sit upright,     back no longer to the bed whilst they place a hand o’er their neck to hide the aforementioned bite marks once it dawns on them exactly what he’s asking——     it’s reflexive,     the way they instantaneously throw the bracelet at him with all the force they can possibly muster in their somewhat     …     embarrassed condition.     (     it’s not that they’re flustered,     he seldom feels such uncouth sentiments but can vanitas truly never mind his own damn business?     )

     ❝     these aren’t from him,     ❞     a bold - faced lie.     ❝     my——     my dog got mad at me and bit me,     that’s why i have all of these,     ❞     another lie.     really?     a miniature pomeranian of only four months did that much damage?     only a moron born yesterday would believe such an idiotic falsehood     &͟.     they know this to be true,     yet they attempt to find any     &͟.     all remedies to the situation to drive the conversation in another,     much more favorable,     direction. 

    they knew they’d been forgetting something ‘fore heading out the door——     they should have worn that damn turtleneck like they’d intended but god forbid they try to steer away from that for once.

     ❝     so shut up,     ❞     they pull their coat around themself even tighter     &͟.     turn away some,     as if that’ll make his piercing gaze disappear.     (     they know vanitas better than that,     know that he’ll have something snarky to say in turn,     as always.     )     ❝     and let’s get out of here and do something.     ❞     

" oh ? " how fortune graces him this night; first a good hunt, and now a doctor to look after him ? how quaint. " are you now ? well ... lucky me then. " ultimately, taiyou really didn't mind the wound; not when he's endured far worse and survived it without a hitch. alas, it must be a force of habit for a doctor to treat others even if it might be unwarranted. alas, he's not one to object against someone being so kind and willing to treat him ... perhaps its why his body relaxes easily, one hand reaching down to lift up his shirt just enough to expose the open, bleeding wound for @luneue to see. for a brief moment, a multitude of other scars could be present from the motion ... but taiyou doesn't bother addressing them.

" my fate is in your hands then, doctor ... " he chuckles, watching as the attentive doctor pulls out his tools. heh, that attitude of his is fairly reminiscent of yoru's -- albeit, his reaction would be far more .... volatile if he saw his elder brother once again being reckless to the point he got hurt, knowing the lack of care there was to his physical well - being. " i'm curious ... how long have you been at your craft ? "

cont.

     instantaneously is his most recent point of distraction discarded,     thrown off to the wayside,     for something much more     …     entertaining,     for lack of a better word:     his initial focus a massive caterpillar that had been trudging along,     albeit excessively slowly,     on the dirt path to its next destination     /     nothing overly interesting to gawk at but it had caught his attention nonetheless,     as many mundane things tend to do.     (     it’d been bigger than the average insect of its species     &͟.     that alone had been enough to catch his ever fleeting attention.     )     the rising to feet doesn’t come ‘til he gathers a full grasp on the situation,     still crouched ‘side the animal that had begrudgingly begun its slow crawl away,     now that it was no longer the center of attention.     narrowing of lavender colored hues,     the glance upwards towards vanitas’ face,     to murr     &͟.     back at them     &͟.     the sudden realization that,     hey,     murr doesn’t usually wear clothes.

     &͟.     just like that,     the air of ebullience that notoriously follows him everywhere whilst he stands     &͟.     gathers his bearings,     the expression on his mien nothing short of ecstatic     /     there is no asking for permission nor a warning as he rips the feline out of the other’s grasp     &͟.     holds him up,     skywards,     to admire his new look from a different,     much more befitting angle——     grasp firm despite the onslaught of hisses     &͟.     attempts at turning noé into his newest scratching post.     (     not a single claw lands,     thankfully,     merely snagging on the fabric of his coat but never digging into the soft flesh.     )     he’s much like a kid in a candy store,     overjoyed,     hardly capable of knowing what to do with himself,     thoughts composed entirely of murr.

     that laugh again——     this time he expects it,     unflinching unlike the first handful of times that boisterous laughter had assaulted his eardrums     /     a frequency equal to that of reshiram’s roar,     hell,     possibly even louder,     if such a thing was possible.     (     he doesn’t give them the satisfaction of watching him stumble backwards in shock,     he remains grounded despite the searing humiliation of their first encounter.     )     it’s not that he hates him,     no,     he’s hardly given him a reason to be associated with such a serious sentiment but     …     they can’t exactly say they’re all too fond of him either:     not necessarily a first,     he’s felt indifferent towards many an acquaintance in his lifetime,     preferring never to willingly go out of his way     &͟.     hope for future encounters     /     this guy,     however,     is compelling in ways past individuals weren’t——     he feels the restless need to poke     &͟.     prod,     to instigate     &͟.     scrutinize what he’s given,     nosy as ever,     always inquisitive     &͟.     seeking answers in the mundane,     in the intricacies of the world     &͟.     the enigmas that resided within it. 

     his name,     that’s right.     they’d been mid conversation.     just like them to get lost amidst all their whirling thoughts in pursuit of the truth.

     ❝     n,     ❞     not their entire name but it would surely suffice,     for the time being     &͟.     for any possible encounters to come if he ever,     begrudgingly,     is brought back unto their path again.     (     something like fate.     )     he doesn’t count on it,     seldom has he ever bumped into the same person since the start of his never ending travels——     he doesn’t expect that to change anytime soon.

     however     …

     ❝     something     …     cool?     ❞     from 0 to 100,     lifeless expression shifting into something more child-like in wonder,     the growth of grin ‘cross mien,     seemingly excited     &͟.     nothing short of exhilarated.     (     now he’s talking their language.     )     ❝     yeah?     what is it?     ❞