Where We Will, We'll Roam

That's the lesson.

Wait ... so if I answer truth, I just I have to speak to you, but if I answer dare, I have to speak with Ilays ...?

That's easy. Sure, I like Ilyas. My instinct is to call him 'good people' but to be honest ... it's a lot more complicated than that. He's particular, not for everybody. If you ask him, he'll say he's for nobody.

I like Ilyas because ... he feels honest. He's got a bleak view on the world and that feels right to me. He's harsh but at the same time he takes care of those animals like it's his calling. So, he is kind and he does care ... and I think a lot of his harshness is a way for him to protect himself. I think ... no, I know caring hurts, so, I get it.

When it's less bad I like being around him because he doesn't really expect anything from me or want anything -except to be left alone. And sometimes I can't leave him alone because he's fun to bother. Other times, I can leave him alone because the meanish things he says, feel very true.

He's good to hang around though because when I'm with him I feel like I'm not really there, except sometimes he takes notice, if I annoy him enough...

Wait, what was the question again?

@worldofsenelfy

This time however, when he'd all but commanded her to counteract her pizza order, she knew he was not to be trifled with. Something about his tone, maybe his demeanour when he'd said it - she wasn't sure what exactly but she was going to do what he said. Besides, she hadn't really been in the mood for pizza in the first place, it was just the quickest, easiest option.

The app was accessed, a cancellation button pressed and voila, sorted. Her phone was placed back down before her focus was back to him once more. "Always a good trip home when I get to see my family" she beamed back his way. "Though they gave me shit for returning here, what with the psycho-ex still possibly being an issue or whatever. I told them not to worry as I have a guardian angel with a trusty canine sidekick to look after me".

Ilyas started to set up the kitchen. He pulled out pans, chopping boards, utensils. By now, he was quite acquainted here. He knew where to find what he needed. It was almost like being at home, apart from that fact that being at home anywhere still gave him the creeps. Not because he didn't want to, but because he knew it could all be over in the blink of an eye.

He still listened to Kit talking while he prepared, though, and took a moment's pause at her comment about the guardian angel, his brow furrowing lightly. "That so? Where is that mother fucker? He better not touch my dog." He joked. Of course. Ilyas didn't really know how to deal with anything without either joking or getting angry.

Then he shrugged. "Can't blame them." He rummaged around in a cabinet. "Never considered living over there? I mean, if I had kids--" He'd want to be close to them, but.. He was glad he didn't have to finish that sentence.

With everything set up, he finally turned back to her. "Shchi." He gave a small nod, as if what he said was completely obvious and didn't need further explanation.