#strvtofcrocodiles

“now that makes me sound really bratty. winning in arguments isn’t really something i’d be proud of y’know? i wish i could give in like a sweet angel i’m supposed to be.” those words were followed by a tinge of sarcasm but at the same time, reno wasn’t lying. she had hoped she’s someone who gives in during an argument since her stubborn attitude always, without fail, make matters worse. “but anyways, now is not the time to get emotional. it does indeed feels good to be the winner.”

“Am not,” Ra-il stated candidly, though he barely hid his grin when Bora leant into him, “And well, I could always be the first. There’s bound to be a first for everything.” He raised his head slightly, still perfectly at ease as he too stared forth at the TV without putting much thought in mind. “So…wanna get something to eat?” he asked Bora suddenly, turning to her once more as he watched for her reaction. 

“You own him?” Ra-il looked up and around, trying to wrap his head around things and failing, “Wow, that’s wild. You do kinda own me though, with the whole knight thing.” He snickered softly before relaxing, running his fingers across the top of the couch to accidentally on purpose wrap an arm around Bora. “I think I’m a really good prince, yeah,” he continued, barely skipping a beat as he whistled quietly to himself, “Being a prince is tiring.” 

“Aww, really?” Ra-il gave a sigh, before blowing a kiss to Bora cheekily and going off to get a shower. After washing up, he returned out with a towel and rubbed his hair before relaxing on the couch beside Bora. “For a monster like him, he sure seems really chill with you using his place,” he joked, grinning and indicating this was obviously just a joke. 

“Of course, noona, I’ve got 27 of those at home,” Ra-il responded with a smirk, picking up on the reference, “You say it as though you don’t indulge me like one.” His smile did fade slightly when he heard that Eunho was returning, jumping back to his feet before saving the game. “Well, if he’s coming, I’m out. Don’t wanna play gooseberry to you two,” he jested once again, unable to resist rubbing it in a little bit before he got up and gave a stretch, “I’ll take a quick shower, then I’ll go. Don’t miss me too much, ‘kay?” 

With Bora, Ra-il had been questing in her land and met multiple strange and fascinating creatures, creatures that were often dangerous to mere mortals like him. These experiences, coupled with how skilful he had gotten wielding a blade made him a continually formidable presence. He was a knight, and never thought for a second to let down the title he had been conferred with. This time it was no different, as Ra-il waved the complaints away nonchalently. “You’re just making a mountain out of a molehill. I’ll be done in a little bit,” he scoffed quickly, barely even paying attention. 

“You don’t get it, there’s a leaderboard,” scoffed Ra-il, now not even bothering to look at Bora as he cleared the next stage, “If I get first, then nobody would be able to dethrone me. I’d be king of the game.” He raised his hands in fists before shaking them eagerly above his head, returning to the game quickly. “Besides, it’s not like dad would yell at me about it. He’s happy that I spend time at home, mostly,” he added as an afterthought, before raising an eyebrow and pausing the game, turning to Bora, “Are you trying to boss me around so that I’d do things with you?” 

“I don’t think that’s how it works, noona,” scoffed Ra-il, turning his gaze towards her challengingly, “I’m not playing at all. It’s the opposite of playing, I’m winning.” He continued to battle it out with the computer on the gaming system he had so conveniently set up at Bora’s, trying to best his record. It would take a while for Ra-il to even bother getting up, unless Bora pulled one of her tricks to peel his eyes off the screen.