bloodbound. (earinor & akira)

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    • Yujin was tired and all of the steam, the hot water and the warmth surrounding him didn't help - in fact, while he wanted to take his time with washing himself, he very much didn't want to stay in here longer than he needed to and it somehow showed, albeit he that he himself wasn't anything but a bit too cautious for his own good to begin with. "I will", he responded, gazing at the door that was ever so slightly ajar and he wondered, way too fucking much actually, what it would get him if he just stopped the act and got up on his feet to walk out of here, to look for a way home and out of Richards field of vision. Surely, he'd come up with something, but for now, something like that almost sounded odd, if not impossible, didn't it? Speaking of which, wasn't all of this just great? Richard was out there, doing everything for the two of them and he was in here, doing nothing more than washing himself and watching his own reflection, that he didn't want to see any longer, which was why he - seemingly - let himself fall face-first into the water for a second, just to rid himself of the fucking stare that he was giving himself.

      However, once he came back up and wanted to get out, he noticed something - he'd ... fuck. "Uh, Richard?", he suddenly called out, not wanting to disturb the blonde but he was about to do that. "I wanna get out, but, uh", he started babbling, confused about the entire situation he found himself in. Yujin felt nauseous and he felt as if he was still more dizzy than he should be, just now he sad back down, let his wet hair stick to his pale body and waited for the right words to pass over his lips. "I forgot the towel and the clothes on the table", Yujin informed the blonde eventually, pressing his legs back onto his body and averting his gaze from the water. This was embarrassing and now, he was being more of a nuisance than he needed to be anyway. What kind of shit was this? "Could you bring them to me? I don't want to annoy you, if you don't feel like it, it's fine." He'd figure something out, anything to get out of the water by now, because the longer he remained here, the worse he felt - at least psychically, physically he was almost eerily fine, now that the steam and the herbs from earlier had unclogged his airways.
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.
    • What was here to do other than thinking? Thionking about what was lost and what's to come. Richard didn't know how their financial situation was and he didn't even know how finances worked out here in Silesse, so when Yujin was gone Richard needed to ask Nayantai. He needed to ask him if they could buy useless stuff like a book or some plants, however they'd become them here and he would need to ask how all of this actually worked. He also wanted to know what he could do to help, this was his life as well wasn't it? And even though he was angry at so many people, he wasn't a spoiled brat who didn't know that people needed to work for their welth, or even food on their plates. He knew all that despite being raised in abig castle and he didn't just want to sit here and let Nayantai do everything on his own. After all Richard knew how suddenly someone could pass, so, what if Nayantai left him too and he was all alone? He needed to know how to survive on his own and he was too old already to not have figured it out yet.

      Richard once more was brought back into reality when he heard Yujins voice. For some reason he spoke Thrian again, but Richard didn't mind, he understood him good enough. When he looked around for Yujins clothes he immedietly found them and shook his head. He was an idiot wasn't he? Richard grabbed the clothes and the towel to bring them to Yujin. "Coming in...", he mumbled before he opened the door a bit more. Yujin sat in the bathtub, which was not surprising and Richard came closer to bring him what he had asked for. He placed the clothes on a small table, that was the purpose of it after all, the towel however found its way on the edge of the bathtub. Richard made sure it didn't touch the water when he hung it over. "Food's ready when you're coming out.", he informed Yujin and then turned to make his way out again. While Yujin ate he'd probably get more water to boil and he also needed to get rid of Yujins bathwater. He probably could have used the same, but he really wanted a fresh bath, so that meant more work then.
    • Once more he felt as if something like this shouldn't cold him back, shouldn't bring him down to the floor that he found himself crawling on every once in a while, but right about now, he realized that in reality, maybe it was true, maybe he was nothing more than a liar that tried to mask his own insecurities with so many more things than he was willing to speak about, but then, wasn't Richard the same? Weren't they both liars, hiding out in bodies that weren't even theirs and weren't they both assuming identities that never had been their own to begin with? Yujin should stop mulling over it, should stop thinking about all of this the way he actually did and then, he found himself back at square one, shaking his head at himself and cursing under his breath because he found himself to be more useless than he remembered being - this was all part of the world's design, part of the gods wills, wasn't it? There was purpose for himself being who he was, there was an explanation for his pain and then again, he was the one that should know better, that didn't need to take things the way they were but rather, he had time to figure things out, even if he didn't actually want to.

      Richard came back, brought him his stuff and all he could manage was to nod at him - shortly before he got up, got out and dried his body off, as well as his hair, that would still be wet regardless. Nonetheless, Yujin grabbed the new clothes he'd been provided with, slipped into them and took the towel as well as the dirty clothes from earlier with him - he didn't want them lying around aimlessly. "Where do I put this? And ... thank you", he mumbled. What was now? Getting rid of his own water and then allowing Richard to take a soak, wasn't it? "I'm assuming you're getting fresh water for yourself - let me clean out the tub", Yujin suddenly insisted, gifting the blonde the faintest of smiles - what the fuck was wrong with him? If he knew, he probably wouldn't ask himself and wouldn't try to figure things out on his own, rather, he should just accept all that Richard was offering him and stop questioning it, or why exactly all of that was happening to begin with. Instead, he now stood there, feeling dizzy and as if the bath had boiled his brain some more - he really needed some more time in bed, didn't he? "I don't want to sit aorund aimlessly and do nothing."
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.
    • Richard waited in the living room and grabbed another bowl to prepare Yujins food while he was waiting. He didn't know how much he wanted, but the food would stay warm even if Richard put it off the fire right now. He did just that, so he could already get some more water, fill it in the other pot and hang it, so he'd not have to wait that long for his own bath. Good thing was, if he sweat now carrying water back and forth, he'd be able to wash all of that off as his reward. Richard turned around when he heard the door opening again and Yujin came back, hair all wet, cheeks red and fresh clothes on his body, while he carried around the old ones. "You can give that to me.", Richard answered and walked towards Yujin. "Let's trade.", he mumbled, grabbing the clothes while he exchanged the bowl with food for it. Yujin had been hungry right? So now he could just sit down and enjoy his food. Richard took the towel and the clothes to bring them back into the room with the bathtub. There was a wooden basket and he put it all in. He'd have to wash this at some point... he needed to ask Nayantai how. The olf wolf had been the one cleaning Yujins clothes and Richard hadn't done much to help. He wondered why Nayantai didn't give him things to do around here, did he want him to have a normal life just like that he had before? That was nonesense and impossible.

      "Yout food will get cold and I've already eaten, so just sit down and eat, you'll not be sitting around aimlessly.", Richard said as Yujin asked to help once more. Richard had nothing to do, so he could just do it himself, no need for Yujin to do it. However something told Richard that Yujin wouldn't let him do all of this just like that, he genuinly wanted to help, right?" Which is why Richard sighed and looked at the Silessian wolf. "Look, I'm feeling good and I rather have something to do. So don't worry. I'm not being nice, I don't expect any favors in return, I just prefer doing this myself. Eat your food, if you want you can get more, there's plenty and if you insist you can wash your own dishes, or just leave it at the counter.", he explained and then turned to find the bucket again, he needed to get the water out. "If you get bored you can go back to bed."
    • He, on the other hand, didn't want to sit around, didn't want to feel like the leech he most likely was and he didn't want to keep on disappointing. This, however, seemingly was his punishment for being who he was and for not looking out for himself way earlier. One of the things that actually came to mind in that regard was, oddly enough, the fact that the end of this conversation was going to be the same as always and he'd be the one that was left wondering if Richard was, presently, alright or drowning in the bathtub. Whatever it may be, Yujin just handed the clothes over to him and instead took the bowl that he'd presented with - he actually could smell the food, but for some reason, that made his nausea even worse. Should he ...? No, it was fine, he probably was just hungry and that was all there was to it. "I ... alright." What the fuck was he even on? Now, there had been an opportunity to extend his help to Richard, to just insist on being who he was, but no, he chickened out last minute because he got told it was fine - was it really? Who the fuck even knew.

      Yujin slumped down at the table, bowl in hand and listened to whatever else Richard was saying. The former prince was going to take a dip and while he was, Yujin would be out here, alone, wondering about what the hell was going on and why he suddenly got so gloomy and wondered if he really was fragile or if he only felt that way, over what even? His own inferiority to some guy that he didn't even know what to actually think about? Gods, he was really pathetic, wasn't he? "That's fine by me. If you'd like to do that yourself, I'm not going to butt in, just ... don't overexert yourself and don't drown, alright?", Yujin suddenly added, as if hearing or saying anything else would lead to even more stupidity crawling out of his mouth. Hell, he wasn't even trying to and yet he took the spoon and started eating away at what he'd been offered - what else could or would he do anyway? "Mhm, I will. Thank you", he mumbled, seemingly focusing on his food after that. Actually, this tasted half as bad as he expected it to, but then again, he also had pretty low expectations for a few things, especially if he didn't know them, didn't he? "Just don't do anything stupid."
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.
    • Yujin did what he was told, which was good and while he was eating his soup Richard grabbed the bucket to get rid of Yujins bathing water. It took quite some time until the bathtub was empty and afterwards Richard briefly cleaned out the rest. Then he put fresh water inside and got more snow from outside for the next round. "I'm not, it's fine.", he told Yujin who worried too much. "I won't drown." As long as his heart didn't act up out of nowheere again, but it recently just happened so he probably had a few weeks where it wouldn't and having it that quickly was usually also not the case. In most times he'd be able to get out of the tub and lie on the floor, before his heart stopped pumping correctly and he wouldn't drown. In the end it didn't even matter, because he couldn't have someone by his side all the damn time. He had relied too much on Dayan in the past, he wouldn't make the same mistake again, instead he was going to take care of himself by his own, no help required. For now he took a break and sat down at the table too, though eventually he just let himself fall back on the floor and lay there to rest his body before he needed to carry water again.

      "Stop worrying about me.", he finally said with a smile. He stretched his body and put two fingers inbetween the neckerchief and his skin. It was getting exhausted to wear this and the fact that it had been a little bit soaked at one point didn't make it better. He actually should get a new one before he went into the bathroom. When the water was ready at least he could take it off for a while, let the ksin breath, or at least the part of the skin that still could, the rest was a complete mess. It was ugly and Richard hated it. It wasn't like the big cut on Yujin that was still kind of clean, maybe because it had time to heal or maybe because he had doctors who fixed him up. All Richard had was Nayantai who tried to fix him, tried to sew the thin skin together to keep him from bleeding out. It had been pure luck he wasn't that, actually he didn't even know how he survived. The ksin there didn't hold very good, the vessels didn't either and in the end Richard remembered faintly when Nayantai resorted to the only thing he'd got left and burned the skin and flesh together to finally have it not open up time and time again. Richard didn't remember much of what happend aftere the attack, half of the journey to Silesse he had been in and out of consciousness, but he remembered waking up and looking into Nayantais worried face. He probably had told him he'd be fine or whatever, Richard didnt know, but the next thing he knew was pain and the smell of burning flesh. A few failed attempts to sew that hole shut and the final resort to cauterizing it made the right side of his neck look like a battlefield and there was still a faint pain left sometimes, when he turned his neck or touched it too hard.
    • “Then I’m glad”, Yujin added and sat there, still obsessing over his own food. Whatever else was he supposed to do? In fact, what the hell was it that even brought him towards the assumption that out here, nothing was going to work if he didn’t at least offer some of his support? Whatever it may be, it didn’t matter because in the end, he was himself, he was someone that was left wondering about many things and all the answers that he could dream of, well, he didn’t get any of them. Instead the reality and nature of things sunk in - he was sitting here, in some hut, not too far away from his beloved hometown and yet, he didn’t know if he even liked anything to begin with. This was stupid, wasn’t it? “You better not”, he chastised Richard, chuckling at him as if the blonde had said something incredibly funny. Drowning and death, well, those weren’t exactly fun topics, but there wasn’t much else that he could do, aside from being himself and trying to cheer the fellow wolf up, even if he didn’t want that at all, that wasn’t his decision to make, rather, it was Yujins - who’d not leave him be until either of them could come up with a sufficient answer for their troubles.

      “You did the same earlier!” Yujin was calling Richard out, but whatever else should he do? Theoretically, he could just have shut up and let all of this pass, but in reality, wasn’t this just neat? “So you can do something besides scowling!” For that matter, Richard could also cry, but Yujin had seen that smile just now and it was almost as if he was enthralled and had forgotten that, despite his effort, most of the soup wasn’t in his stomach but rather still in the bowl that sat on the table in front of him. Was he even hungry? Or was he just eating something because he felt like he should, to stop Richard from eventually and actually worrying about him? Blue eyes followed his hands, all the way up to the piece of fabric that was tied around his neck - for some reason, he wanted to know what was beneath, but Richard wouldn’t hide it if he was willing to share that little secret, that much was for sure. Yujin, instead, went back to eating his soup and averting his gaze, before he gave the blonde a cheeky grin. “Sooo”, he suddenly started, as long as he could still manage to form words without feeling like nodding off or Richard slipping out of his grasp. “What do we even do when you’re done with your bath? Sleep?” Was there anything else to do?
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.
    • Richard always started to think when he wasn't occupied with something, even if he was sometimes he thought about a lot of what happened. When he had trained days before it had been the same, he couldn't get those eyes out of his head, the eyes of the man that tried to kill him and succeeded in killing his siblings. It had driven him too far, he knew that now, so far that he had almost passed out and Yujin had to carry him home. He didn't feel the weight his own body was carrying, the strain he put it under, he just wanted to kill this man. Now he felt his arms slightly hurting from carrying liters of water and it was nice actually, he concentrated on that, but still the fabric around his neck was continuing to bother him. He was sweaty underneath, but he stopped touching it or the skin, this was no use anyway and he'd have it off soon enough. Instead he thought about which one he'd wear today, even though blue was his color, he had much more to choose from, some of it actually only had been leftover fabric that Nayantai couldn't use anymore. Damn was there anything this old wolf couldn't do? Sewing, hunting, cooking, he could even build furniture!

      "Well I am allowed to worry, because you look like a ghost, but I feel fine, so no need to on your part!", Richard gave back and then sat up again while he looked at Yujin confused. "What do you mean?", he asked as if Yujin had just said something wrong, but in truth Richard didn't even know what he was talking about. He knitted his brows and his face looked even darker than usual all of a sudden, maybe he needed to prove something? "I don't feel like sleeping. But you look like you're falling asleep any minute now.", he pointed out and took a closer look at Yujin. He was still sick, much more than Richard, right? Didn' he want to go home today, or at latest tomorrow? There was no problem when Nayantai eventually came home, but maybe he was even too tired to let himself be brought home and too proud to be carried probably. Especially since he had to walk through the town to get home.
    • How much more different could two people even be? Yujin didn't know, maybe he didn't even care, but one of the few things that came to mind upon asking himself that was, well, how much could he differ from someone like Richard, that no longer could call anything his home, that had no one by his side and yet, he grew up in a - theoretically - similar manner to him? That thought alone sufficed to have Yujin question more than he bargained for and that, in turn, meant that not everything he came up with was a suitable solution for their problem or for their thought process, no. Instead, he now sat there, happily admiring the short-lived smile that had crept upon the blondes face and once more, he found himself listening to Richard, whether it may be because he actually wanted to or because there was nothing else for him to do, that didn't even matter. "Like a GHOST?", Yujin suddenly exclaimed, as if he took actual ofense to that statement - but it wasn't even like that. A ghost? What the fuck was Richard on? Now, the wolf found himself laughing about it and then, once more, acted like he was brushing a tear out of the corner of his eye.

      "For fucks sake, I'm always pale - so, by definition, I'm just always a ghost?", he wanted to know, but he knew better. Factually, if he thought about it just a bit, there was nothing but the sole thought of being himself left and there was, without a doubt, nothing more than Richards words that resonated in his ears, pulled him back into the reality that he didn't want to find himself glued to and made him wonder what it was that actually pulled him in all the wrong directions. "You ... no, nevermind. If I tell you, you'll probably never do that again, but it was nice", Yujin informed the blonde, before continuing to eat his soup. Well, this was going to get out of hand the moment Richard decided he didn't want to hear what he had to say, wasn't it? So that meant, he half-expected to actually be punched in the face by now, but for some weird, almost magical reason, he hadn't been just yet. "I'm tired, that's all", he answered, kind of slurring those swords again and now, he had a spoon hanging from his mouth while he seemingly stared at Richard, trying to figure something out. But what? "Left or right?", Yujin asked without context. Whatever he was trying, he should probably not throw random words around, should he now?
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.
    • Yujin apparently found it funny to be called a ghost, well but he was very pale, not usual pale, Richard knew how pale people looked like. His father almost never had gone outside and besides Fhaergus bloodline had always been very pale, so Richard was himself, but not like this. "Yeah? So your lips don't have color and are dry all the time? Poor girlfriend you have there.", he replied with a big scuff. Well maybe Yujin just should drink something, though he still had a big bowl of soup in front of him, that sufficed as hydration too, right? Richard doubted that he'd look better after this though, how long could he be sick? Richard was supposed to be the one with the bad genes, the weak condition and who wasn't used to the cold that ruled Silesse, yet he felt fine after those days in bed, why didn't Yujin? He needed more sleep and time in bed instead of discussin pretty obvious things with Richard. Yujin knew himself that he was still sick, didn't he? Richard hadn't admitted it at first either, but he could now say that he truly had been sick and that he did push himself too hart, Yujin should just do the same instead of being childish.

      It also was annoying that he was all cryptic and didn't want to tell Richard what he did. "What? What did I do? Tell me!", he urged him, pulling his brows together. He had no clue what he meant and he felt like Yujin was making fun of him. And what the fuck was nice about it? Did he accidently talk Thrian? No... and he did that plenty the last few days, so that wasn't a big deal, Yujin already knew he could speak it good enough and probably understood every word if half of it wasn't swallowed in a stupid dialect. At least he finally ate, that also meant he shut up for a while, but Richard was disappointed yet again. "Good, then eat up and go back to bed.", he answered looking at the spoon hanging from Yujins mouth. He couldn't even eat like an adult, could he now? All the while he looked at Richard, without even blinking it seemed and Richard just raised an eyebrow, the random question made it worse. "What?", he asked, he didn't understand the question at all. What did he want to know? The side in bed he could take? What was Richards sword hand? Where the fuck the toilett was? What was that noncontectual question? "I don't know, left?", he answered the question with an even bigger one, because he had no clue what Yujin wanted from him.
    • Richard managed to make him laugh with something so incredibly stupid, he had to ask himself twice if that was even something worth laughing about. Apparently it was, because one more, Yujin found himself breaking out in giggles and wondering if Richard, of all people, was going this on purpose or just a genius comedian that didn't know about his own talent. "You don't even know if they are dry or not!", he huffed, more in amusement than bewilderment but, that was all there was to that, wasn't it? It wasn't like he could just change Richards mind about something, it wasn't like he could endlessly ramble on about things and it also wasn't like he had all the free time in the world. At some odd point, whenever that was anyway, he'd have to crawl back home and admit to being a cocky little shit that had overdone it once more and that, by far, shouldn't have taken that fall from the cliff and actually tried to hang onto Richard while they both had footing, but no, that one had definitely been an icebreaker for both of them and now, well, they sat there and he was fear-mongering over the fact that his tea brewing skills were shit. Was Richard mad at him for that? No, that was just stupid to think about - maybe he could make it up to the blonde by brewing a new pot while he was bathing?

      Yujin wanted to stick his tongue out, but instead, he took the spoon out of this mouth and went back to eating his soup, as he was initially supposed to - it wasn't going to get any warmer if he wasted time and if he was honest, Richard would probably want to see him waddle off to bed, but Yujin wasn't even in the mood to force himself back into dreamland. "You'll have to give me something in return if I tell you!", he joked around and quite frankly, whatever else was he supposed to do? The thing was, there was no reason to actually think about it twice, there was no way to even bring his attention back to other things and that meant ... "You smiled, you looked pretty handsome while doing it, too", Yujin answered him and completely ignored the fact that he'd been told to go back to bed - who even gave a damn? He didn't, just because he didn't want to and that, for one or the other reason, meant he was free to do whatever, as long as he kept his head up high and at least was nice to his little angry looking wolf, no? "So you're lefthanded?", he suddenly asked, before realizing that he hadn't even asked the actual question. Now, it was too late to chicken out and he took his defeat with some humor, actually. "Also, I think your water's boiling?"
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.
    • Yujin sure giggled and laughed a lot and Richard started to ask himself if he was always like that or if Richard for some reason made him that all the time? Was there something funny about him? Probably not, he was pretty sure he was the unfunniest guy out here, especially since he had nothing to laugh about himself. All of those giggles confused him and he pulled together his brows once more, all the while grumbling. "Well they look very dry and about to burst open, idiot.", he gave back, he didn't need to touch him to know that, Yujin could probably peal away the dry and dead skin with his teeth by now. What was even funny about that? He looked like a mess and should go back to bed, that was all, nothing to laugh about, well and maybe he should eat his soup before that, but instead he just chewed on his spoon instead of using it. Richard sighed, Yujin was like a child, wasn't he? And he probably was spoiled too, more so than Richard had been, although he was sure he had the bigger castle.

      "Something in return? Like what?", he asked scuffing once more and another big sigh followed. Did he want to know what he'd done that much? Actually no, Yujin would probably ask something stupid from him, so he better left it be... or not, because Yujin just told him anyway. If he was insisting on something in return he could forget it, Richard didn't take the deal! "I did not!", he yelled out when Yujin was finished and ignored the compliment within his answer. Handsome? What was he going on about? "You must have imagined that.", he gave back blowing out some air through his nose, only to be even more confused right after. "Lefthanded?", he asked, was that the question was about? Why didn't he tell him right away? "I'm not.", he said and shouldn't he know? He saw him eat multiple times, he always held his spoon or the chopsticks with his right hand. What did it even matter? Then he looked up in the direction of the pot, Yujin was right. Richard just grumbled a little bit and got up, this conversation was weird at best, good thing he had something to do now, namely getting the water into the tub. One more round to go right? When his work was done he waltzt straight into his room to pick a new neckerchief and get his own clothes and towel to bring them into the bath. He wasn't as stupid as Yujin.
    • Richard was, without a doubt, somewhat funny - at least Yujin thought he was, even if he didn't even say anything that could be meant in a remotely funny way. Given, he was still somewhat out of it and the thought of being helped wasn't one he generally turned down, much less wanted to turn and actually, he somewhat missed the bed and the warmth and comfort he'd received earlier, though, was there even a way back there, now that he already had established that he'd rather fall asleep at the table, face first into his soup? "That comes with being sick, I guess?" What didn't come with being sick, was, well, the fact that he could theoretically support himself, that he didn't need someone like Richard to hang around and give him advice, but this was Richards hut, his home and there was nothing that he could do about it, which, therefore, meant it was safe to say that going home tomorrow was slowly getting out of his grasp and actually becoming neigh impossible, didn't it? Oh, for fucks sake, the herbs from earlier and the nice, warm bath had made soup out of his already molten brain, but he at least wasn't uncontrollably coughing around and hoping for better things, was he now?

      "Uh, I'll come up with something is a thing I'd normally say, but now that the cat already is out of the bag, I guess I don't need to", he answered and scratched the back of his head. Did this bowl have no bottom or was he imagining things that, one way or the other, made no sense? Whatever it was, whatever it may be, he didn't even need to give two damns about it, no, not for now anyway. Instead, he sad there and just drank what remained of the soup straight down - there was no need to get more, as much as there was no need to involve himself with things that were in the past anyway. "Oh you did!", he teased Richard once he set the empty bowl down. "I saw that, as clear as day - I'm not stupid!" However, all of that just earned him something akin to a scowl and while he was unwilling to admit, he kind of enjoyed that - maybe because it was something simple, something he had expected either way or actually because the sole thought that something, anything, was going to rile Richard up was immensely rewarding and satisfying. "You answered left though, what the hell did you think I was asking?", Yujin wanted to know as he watched Richard leave to get the hot water from one place to the other, all while just giving him a smile. "I mean, I'm lefthanded."
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.
    • "Yes it does, which is further prove that you should go back to bed and I have the right to worry.", Richard responded, but why the hell did he worry in the first place? Yujin wasn't his friend, nor family, he was just a stranger he got stranded here and now he was the one responsible, maybe he was also a little bit responsible because he kind of was at fault that Yujin fell down that cliff. Well anyway... "The sooner you get better, the sooner you cn go home and in order to do that you need to rest.", he explaines, though he wasn't sure if he explained it to Yujin or if he needed to have a reason for himself, in order to not have to figure out what all of this here meant. Well it meant nothing, right? Yujin was stuck here so he needed a bed and because he was a happy idiot that needed to be friends with everyone and Richard didn't want to fight, because hehad a headache himself the past few days, it seemed like they got along, but truth was Richard didn't need or want a friend, wasn't it so?

      "I didn't!", Richard yelled out, what was this going to be, a back and forth until aomwone gave up? He didn't smile, why would he even do that? Yujin must have imagined it or he just wanted to piss Richard off, which seemed to be easier the less sick he was. He didn't feel as vulnerable anymore and he was able to build back his usual walls around him. In order to be better at exactly that he started running around again, preparing his bath and in lack of something else refilling Yujins bowl. "You didn't ask that! I don't know what the hell you might have wanted to ask? Could have also been which side I'll slap next time you give me a reason to.", Richard gave back and rolled his eyes, Yujin haf asked a lot of weird questions do far, so how would Richard know what went on in that wolvish head? He couldn't read minds..." Good for you.", he responded wen Yujin told him that he was lefthanded, who cared about such things? "Either way, I'm going to take my bath now.", he finally said and even if the water in the pot wasn't completely ready yet, he still took it to fill up the tub already and then he closed ghe door to the bathroom.
    • Back and forth, back and forth - that's what their conversation was, wasn't it? They both tried their earnest to make each other at least get off of their case, but once one of them opened his mouth, the other was already saying and claiming the opposite. If Yujin was honest, it didn't bother him all too much, it just annoying overtime and made him wonder if he, by any chance, had fucked up so bad that it now earned him the ire of Richard, who seemingly got more grumpier the more he woke up and recovered. "But the bed isn't ... I mean, it is comfortable, but without you, that's just boring", he answered, slumping down on the table once Richard went on. Was he really that keen on keeping him locked up, behind closed doors or was all of this just going to get him something, anything that wasn't going to be fun? "Eugh, maybe I want to stay here", Yujin complained, but even that would fall on deaf ears, now that they were having their little shouty match over the fact if Richard had, actually, smiled at him or if he didn't. For fucks sake, he had and Yujin had seen it - was this guy such a pussy that he was afraid of admitting to have smiled? There was only one way to find out, but for now, he gave up.

      "You did, now get a good soak and loosen up that frown", he grumbled, then listened to even more words that poured out of the blondes mouth. At some point, whatever this was would sound like soup to his ears and if that went on, he could kiss that good night's sleep goodbye, too. "You wouldn't even dare to slap me without a good reason." Now, he stuck out of his tongue, but by the time he did, Richard had already disappeared behind the bathroom door and he was left there, at the table, after he heard a soft clicking sound - implying the door did actually close and hadn't been left slightly ajar - so he moped around. However, now he sat there, his bowl of soup, all filled up again and the only thing he wanted was to sleep, not get up. Yujin bemoaned his situation for a second with a short, pissed off sounding grunt and then, he forced the soup down his throat, or at least as much as he could get in there. By now, he should have gotten up, gone outside, took a piss, do whatever to get out of here, but no, in fact, he remained seated and buried his face in crossed arms and told himself that he was just resting his eyes, that he wasn't falling asleep but ... well, Richard would only find a passed out wolf next to a half-eaten bowl of soup if he decided to get out.
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.
    • Yujin was persistent if anything, wasn't he? But for now Richard shut him out, finally, at least for a few minutes. He had lied if he'd said he didn't like him here, that he didn't feel sort of good in his presence the last few days, but on the other hand Richard liked being alone as well. He couldn't be around someone all the time anymore, it felt weird and wrong and it agitated him. There was so much he didn't want anyone to see so he was constantly on edge, even if it was not conscious. For now he was alone, safe and finally able to pull off the fabric from his neck. He just let it fall to the floor for now, then his fingers wandered to the scarred skin, to the burnt flesh and a cold shiver ran down his spine. He let it be, he reacted in all sorts of ways to this, he was remembered of so much and he didn't really dare look at it himself. He got rid of the rest of his clothes, put them in the basket nearby and then tested the water. It was fine to get in and so he did, sinking into the water and having it so comfortable quiet for a change. He rested his head on the back of the tub and leaned back, closing his eyes. He relaxed in there for quite some time, though he couldn't shut his thoughts out as always. But what he thought about this time was all the things Yujin had said and done and what he was supposed to think or do about it. He didn't know what he wanted, if he was ready to accept the fact that he didn't get rid of him that easily, or if he rather had him hate him, but that wasn't so easy. He broke his nose and still he was hanging around with him.

      The steam was getting to his head and Richard decided that it was time to get out. Before that he washed his body and hair, scrubbed all the sweat off of himself and finally left the tub to dry up. Then he dressed again and neatly put the new neckerchief around his neck to cover the scar that bothered him so much. He made sure it covered everything it needed to and then he walked outside again, opening the door to the living room. What he found was Yujin still at the table, but sleeping. That didn't look comfortable and Richard sighed. Yujin was still sick, wasn't he? How else would he fall asleep again and on the table too. Or did Richard keep him awake somehow? No he didn't think so, it probably was the fever and if this went on, maybe he needed more than just sleep, maybe he needed a doctor and for that he should finally go home. His own bed was probably more comfortable too and in his castle there were people to care about him or even entertain him, since here it was very boring. Richard walked up to Yujin and put a hand on his shoulder to wake him up. "Yujin... Yujin... wake up...", he mumbled, shaking him slightly. "Your neck will get all stiff like that, you should lie down in bed.", he told him and slightly pulled on his arm to get him to stand up. Why didn't he just leave him here?
    • His dreams were nothing, at least he didn’t even recognize anything among the pitchblack miasma and the question that he asked himself the most was, if he actually was asleep or if this was just some weird state between life and death, but even then, he wouldn’t just keel over and die, would he? Whatever it may be, Yujin could surely whip out a sufficient answer to that if he was asked, but he didn’t expect to be hurt, to be awoken from whatever this was and eventually, he’d just fade out and once his tired body would permit it, he’d wake back up and realize that all the things he was going on about and thinking about, well, they weren’t as important anyway, were they now? Whatever, he liked to dwell in the silence that he found himself in and once he gave it another thought, it was fine to sit here, like this and just accept that he, for one reason or the other, wasn’t made to leave all that soon, that his body protested and that he wanted nothing more than a warm bed and someone to hug, at least right about now. Wherever would that lead him, though? Back into his dreams, back to where all of this was going to tucker him out, to set off a powder keg that wasn’t meant to be ignited? Whatever it may be, it didn’t matter, not when-

      What was this? What in the name of hell? Yujin slowly opened his eyes upon realizing that something was going on, or well, someone was bothering him because they felt like it - and that didn’t sit right with him, not when he was about to actually kick the bucket - for the rest of the day at least - and finally descend into the land of dreams. “What?”, he mumbled into his arms, all groggy, finding himself being pulled at and suddenly, his entire body felt like a heavy sack of potatoes that barely moved on its own, especially when he didn’t want it to. Who the hell? It sounded like Richard, didn’t it? At some point, he groaned and just got up like that, not even bothering with any pleasantries or looking at Richard. “I had a nice dream”, he mused, before he grabbed the blondes wrist to get his arm off of him - just to pull him away, back inside his own bedroom and, well, whatever had taken ahold of him, he pushed the blonde back onto the bed, only to lie down after him and use him as a pillow. “I’m going back to bed”, he announced, as if that was the most normal thing he could do - wasn’t it just that, though? Why wouldn’t he get what he wanted? Now that they both lay there, they could just go back to dreamland, just like this ... no? “Did you enjoy your bath?”, he faintly mumbled, hiding his face in his manmade pillow - Richard was made of flesh and blood, wasn’t he? Then why was he ... “You’re comfortable.”
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.
    • Richard sighed when Yujin didn't seem like he'd make an attempt to get up, instead he just slightly moved and then mumbled something Richard couldn't even understand. "Come on...", he tried again and to fruition as it seemed because Yujin suddenly got up on his own, displeased however. Well it would do him better to go back to bed instead of sleeping on the table and get a stiff neck additional to his fever, cough and stuffy nose. "Dream?", Richard asked, though actually... did he care about Yujins dream? Probably not, it surely was something silly about rainbows and fluffy clouds or something of that sort. He couldn't ask any further anyway because his wrist got grabbed and for someone that tired the grip was pretty hard. He didn't want to get touched apparently, but instead of just brushing off Richards hand, Yujin suddenly started to pull him with him into the bedroom. He managed to close the door by a margin, or rather threw it shut, but fact was it was closed now, Nayantai had deemed that important, right? Richard had bigger problems though, for someone tired and sick Yujin was pretty strong and just shoved Richard who stumbled against the makeshift bed and landed on his butt. "Hey!", he complained, but all of this was for naught because Yujin just lay down as well and placed his head on Richards chest.

      This was ridiculous, this position wasn't even comfortable and Yujin just shoved Richard onto the blankets so he couldn't even cover himself up and keep himself warm. "What do I have to do with you going back to bed?", he asked. Yes he wanted him to lay back down, but not on top of him, he wasn't even tired. Sure all the carrying around of water had been exhausting but at the very least, he didn't even clean out the tub after he got out. His hair as well as Yujins still was wet too and soaked his bed, which was kind of annoying as well. "I guess? Now get off of me, you can't even get to the blanket like that, you'll just get even more sick, especially as long as your hair is still wet. Look at that, even your clothes are... you'll catch even more of a cold.", Richard grumbled, actually shoving aside some of those hair and feeling the wet shirt on Yujins back while doing it. Those long hair would take hours to dry wouldn't they? "I'm not comfortable and I'm not your pillow.", Richard replied and wondered why he didn't just push Yujin off and got away, but for one he was heavier than he looked and for two he gave him a chance to get off on his own first.

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    • Richard was his pillow now and theoretically, there wasn’t much to do about that but quite frankly, he didn’t even feel like moving his ass from where he sat, didn’t feel like forcing himself back up and abandoning the blonde or this bed, just because he still was wet despite drying off or because it didn’t dawn upon him that Richard, of all people, would be the one that wasn’t comfortable in the situation and position that he found himself in. Yujin was a prince, he could take what be would if he wanted to, especially from someone that no longer shared that status - even though he did, but he really didn’t want to be the future king of this shithole, even though it theoretically was his birthright, wasn’t it? Then, there was nothing but silence because Yujin refused to speak and for a second, it seemed as if Richard had resigned himself to his fate - but alas, he didn’t, because he hated being in the situation that he found himself in and he seemingly didn’t like where Yujin was going with all of this. “It’s lonely without you”, he insisted - but that wasn’t wrong, he was lonely in his dreams too, wasn’t he? Now, however, he actually was being embarrassing to a whole different degree.

      “I don’t mind, as long as you’re here I’m not going to get cold”, he grumbled, furrowing his brows and still closed eyes. But ... Richard didn’t like this, did he now? Sure, there would be other reasons for all of this, maybe he wasn’t even that good of a friend to make or maybe he just didn’t like to be confined to one space for too long, especially by someone like him. Yujin should take other peoples feeling into account, but the hand on his wet back felt strange, especially when it only was there for a second and gone in the next. “You’re comfortable to me, but I guess you should be comfortable in the position you’re resting in, too?”, he mumbled, before actually taking his sweet time to get up, to free Richard from where he lay for a second, only to get uncomfortably close and ever so softly bumping his own forehead against the blondes, not even bothering to keep those eyes of his open or any of his words unslurred or sensical. “Mh, sorry”, he mused, but this position was just strange, especially now that he lay next to the blonde. What did he even want to do? “I dreamt of many things, but none of them make sense - sometimes, there’s nothing, other times, the contents are weird and other other times, it’s just like I’m trapped in a nightmare, you know?”, he said, finally opening his eyes and glancing at Richard. “Come on, get comfortable.”
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.
    • Yujin actually resorted to silence, as if it would keep Richard from complaining when he just didn't acknowledge it. Richard even waited for whateveer reason, waited for an answer, for an argument, something, but for quite some while there was nothing and the only thing Richard could do was getting rid of all those damn heavy hair. Maybe he should just cut them off in some point? What would Yujin think about that? Maybe it would keep him away because it felt like Richard just cut off an arm? How long did he plan to let them grow anyway? Until he dragged them around on the floor? Finally Yujin opened his mouth and Richard rolled his eyes. "Lonely? Then maybe you should go back home, you'll have plenty of people around and maybe your girlfriend visits you. At the very least you own some books that keep you company.", Richard replied but Yujin didn't seem like he wanted to leave and when Nayantai wasn't around, he couldn't anyway. Well maybe this situation was kind of like the day before, when Richard stood there, held Yujins hand and asked him to stay? Ugh... why did he even do that?!

      "I don't intend to stay and either way you should use your blanket.", Richard replied, actually Yujin probably should get out of that shirt, but Richard wouldn't tell him something like that, he'd just take it purposfully thw wrong way. This was odd, being used as a pillow like that just somehow dropped down on the bed. "I don't plan on resting.", he elaborated again with another sigh and an raised eyebrow, what was this? Why was Yujin like that? If Richard had been searching for contact, for touch, well he could argue he had no one else, but he didn't, Yujin always had offered it except once, so what was this now? Yujin had a family, a girlfreind, general friends, what did he need Richard for? Yujin actually got up and removed his weight from Richards body, but that didn't hold for long, because soon after Richard felt Yujin close again, his forehead softly pressed against his own. He was so damn close and his forehead still hot, wasn't it? Richard felt weird all of a sudden, his body was met with a short and sudden shiver and he felt his heart beating in his head, while he clenched his teeth a little bit. What did he apologize for now? "A nightmare?", he asked still grumbling and suddenly was met with Yujins blue eyes. He looked at them for just a second then got up and shook his head, escaping that glance. "As I said, I don't intend to stay.", he made clear once more and instead of finding a suitable position himself, he ripped the blanket out from underneath Yujins butt and then put it over the sick wolf. "Now you get comfortable.", he ordered.