#ohhi!

"Here now, what a Child of de Seelie court be doin' without his guard?" Grigorí was just passing by Yugi's shop when he saw the other. The Kelpie wasn't looking for trouble, he was just surprised to see this.

Then, he caught Yun's scent around the other male. "That explains why no hunters dare to enter yer area. Ya be one lucky lad, to have Yun as yar guard."

[Grigori had to say hi from cirquedenightmares]

Yugi looked up when the door opened, only to freeze by the direct words. How did this stranger know...And not just know he was fae but the very court he was from? But he felt the magic of this being, something very not human, making his hair stand on end. He didn't relax, even as he was told he was lucky to have Yun.

@pohlepen || a meme from this pile || accepting!

I'm gonna say a lot of dumb things. (for Daniel)

one lamp post sticks straight up into the air above their bus stop. the broken greyhound sign does nothing to illuminate the rest of the street around them as he (they?) wait for the tin can to come rolling down the street. it'll get him to the trainstation. he's got no idea if that's where she's heading or if somewhere else is her destination but the company's kinda nice. especially at just past two o'clock in the morning. when the night's at it's quietest and there's nothing in the air but fog and the slight bite of frost in the air. he's offered her a spot underneath the blanket he had in his bag.

two's better than one in the chill. shouldn't take long for the bus to get here, though. by his watch? about another twenty minutes. it'd feel a hell of a lot longer sitting in silence, alone and without something warm to snuggle up into, though. coat, hat and gloves aside.

a small smile and he gives her a glance from the corners of his eyes before shaking his head. "i don't think there's much anyone can say at this hour that makes you sound stupid. even if there is? a lot can be said for chalking it up to close to three a.m. chatter. least that's my story if i end up doing the same." a couple of snowflakes start to twist and dance through the air past their little overhang / booth.