starter for: @jkbaws
He still had some settling in to do since their last meet, so the text message on his phone is not only unexpected, but inconvenient on his part. She happened to catch him in a good mood last time but everyone knows that’s a rarity with Ryu. More than likely, they’re going to meet each other and clash effortlessly like they had always done, but there’s curiosity mixed in with his mood today which he prays might counter how groggy he’s actually feeling.
The sun hasn’t even risen yet. It only makes sense that she’d want to meet at this ungodly hour, while the hawks weren’t watching and it gave them plenty of time to talk. He had no idea what she wants to discuss all of a sudden. There were far too many reasons for people to want to interrogate him - the decisions he makes, and how most relied on impulse - so he stopped guessing after a while and isn’t fazed by the frown on her face. He’ll talk before she even gets to sit with him on that bench.
“You of all people should know I’m not a person with a lot of time. What’s this about anyway? I’ve got a flight to catch at noon and fuck knows how I’ll catch any sleep before then. So, talk.”
An attempt stays an attempt and it wasn’t a surprise to her. It was always like this between the two of them and while it was unique, it wasn’t necessarily good. Just because it’s not in her favor and she was a brat, admittedly so. Part of her asked for his company because she was feeling vindictive. She knew him well enough, ironically; because he liked himself nestled deep in the heart of insanity. Who knows what exactly he does there. She could only think of chaos. Sin. There’s still moments when she wonders just how she found herself acquainted with such a person.
If they were getting technical, he wasn’t even just an acquaintance, no matter how much he denies. With a kind of persistence as unwavering as hers, he could only say it as empty words like the lines he’d spew at the girls of the realm she was out of, sure enough, just as he claims. “Neither am I.” the frown diminishes, features softening first before forming something close to a grimace and then a scowl that she didn’t keep for long. But that’s only because it was too early for an argument.
What she really here for was… she was here for…
What was she there for again? She sits in silence and she only snaps out after a while when it hits her how impatient he was, worse than she was. “Lucky,” she utters hesitantly. “Came over to…” she pauses, recalling the event that had her eyebrows knitting closely together. “He came over.” she simply says with a firm tone. “He asked… about, you know who… talked about… that fulfilling… ill will?” she sighs exasperatedly as she couldn’t form the words on her own so she asks for help. From who else. “What’s your favorite word?”