“It wouldn’t be something if I just told you, right? Not to worry, though, it’s nothing important”, he hummed. Yujin knew that the chance of him forgetting what he wanted to do with Richard in the first place was high, but even with all of the odds staked against him, he wouldn’t mind trying - he’d always been like that, wasn’t he? At least since the incident, but before that, he probably was someone else - and everyone kept their mouth shut as his memories faded into obscurity, until he’d probably forget who he was himself in the first place. Wasn’t that just convenient? A blank canvas, something his father could work with, which sounded about as stupid as it could get. “Me being shitfaced or me having sex? The first happens a lot more than the second, but both don’t happen that frequently anymore.” Unless Richard was around, then it did happen a lot, especially in combination with one another, but getting drunk every few weeks and just trying to feel himself was something that felt oddly nice, even if the threat of a potential hangover hung low over both of their heads. “Then again, I like spending time with you, drunk or not.”, Yujin tacked on ever so suddenly, knowing fully well that none of this was going to matter much anyway, not even when he grinned at Richard, his mouth partially full of melting snow - now his cheeks were numb, great.
“I just want to see the look on your face if I beat you, I think that’d be funny!”, the wolf blurted out, knowing that that couldn’t be his actual intention and even if it were, he could always ask Muhan to show him instead. Why didn’t he, actually? There was nothing to be afraid of and his father wouldn’t seriously injure him, definitely not with a piece of wood and hopefully not with some real steel - yet, the difference was almost striking. Then again … “Did your father teach you how to fight? Or did you have instructors?” There were two ways to go about this, but he hadn’t seen Richard fight once, so he couldn’t quite judge how the blonde fought to begin with. “And skill”, he added, shrugged his shoulders and then let go of the snow that he could keep eating like it was nothing - he could go for some sweets, actually, but that was it, there were none out here and Richard wouldn’t be a good snack, he doubted it. “I doubt it’ll turn, you’re half a wolf after all!” That wasn’t the best thing to be, still, it just meant you belonged everywhere and nowhere at the same time and it would probably suffice to even throw someone like Richard out of loop. Should he … no. Yujin took back his horse and eventually got back onto her - she was surprisingly fluffy and warm - why hadn’t they just cuddled with the horses? “Then off we go! I’d say last at the border is a loser, but we aren’t kids and you have no idea in what direction to go.” A kiss for good luck would still be nice, though, no?
“I just want to see the look on your face if I beat you, I think that’d be funny!”, the wolf blurted out, knowing that that couldn’t be his actual intention and even if it were, he could always ask Muhan to show him instead. Why didn’t he, actually? There was nothing to be afraid of and his father wouldn’t seriously injure him, definitely not with a piece of wood and hopefully not with some real steel - yet, the difference was almost striking. Then again … “Did your father teach you how to fight? Or did you have instructors?” There were two ways to go about this, but he hadn’t seen Richard fight once, so he couldn’t quite judge how the blonde fought to begin with. “And skill”, he added, shrugged his shoulders and then let go of the snow that he could keep eating like it was nothing - he could go for some sweets, actually, but that was it, there were none out here and Richard wouldn’t be a good snack, he doubted it. “I doubt it’ll turn, you’re half a wolf after all!” That wasn’t the best thing to be, still, it just meant you belonged everywhere and nowhere at the same time and it would probably suffice to even throw someone like Richard out of loop. Should he … no. Yujin took back his horse and eventually got back onto her - she was surprisingly fluffy and warm - why hadn’t they just cuddled with the horses? “Then off we go! I’d say last at the border is a loser, but we aren’t kids and you have no idea in what direction to go.” A kiss for good luck would still be nice, though, no?
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.