[ Aguero's approval in turn warms Tatara's heart. To see him treating her so kindly does a lot to ease the faint bit of nerves he feels at the approaching footsteps.
Which reach the bottom of the stairs and lazily make their way over to the couch. Tatara leans back, and looks up wide-eyed at their new guest.
His king.
He's very tall, lean with muscle, much like Aguero. His bright red hair has been wildly pushed back, golden eyes sit fixed on Tatara, and a cigarette rests lazily between his lips.
Tatara smiles, but it's not the bright, innocent type Aguero is met with when they run into each other. There's a sadness to it, a hint of guilt. ]
Hey.
[ There's a short pause before the taller man pulls his hand from his pocket and lightly bonks Tatara on the head with his fist.
"Where the hell've you been?" he asks, his voice is low, gravelly, lazy. One that, even with an offhand comment like this, commands respect. Tatara chuckles quietly, perhaps a way to mask his nerves. Aguero can tell, by the way he clenches his hand. ]
On a little trip. I... [ He breathes, surprised by the words he first finds. ] ...don't know if I can stay.
[ "...I see."
He disengages, and begins to round the couch to the other one that sits opposite theirs. When he does, Tatara turns to look at Aguero, smile small. ]
That's my king. Mikoto Suoh.
[ When the redhead takes his spot on the couch opposite, it seems only then that he realizes Aguero is there. His golden eyes turn to rest on him, and he stares. ]
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Which reach the bottom of the stairs and lazily make their way over to the couch. Tatara leans back, and looks up wide-eyed at their new guest.
His king.
He's very tall, lean with muscle, much like Aguero. His bright red hair has been wildly pushed back, golden eyes sit fixed on Tatara, and a cigarette rests lazily between his lips.
Tatara smiles, but it's not the bright, innocent type Aguero is met with when they run into each other. There's a sadness to it, a hint of guilt. ]
Hey.
[ There's a short pause before the taller man pulls his hand from his pocket and lightly bonks Tatara on the head with his fist.
"Where the hell've you been?" he asks, his voice is low, gravelly, lazy. One that, even with an offhand comment like this, commands respect. Tatara chuckles quietly, perhaps a way to mask his nerves. Aguero can tell, by the way he clenches his hand. ]
On a little trip. I... [ He breathes, surprised by the words he first finds. ] ...don't know if I can stay.
[ "...I see."
He disengages, and begins to round the couch to the other one that sits opposite theirs. When he does, Tatara turns to look at Aguero, smile small. ]
That's my king. Mikoto Suoh.
[ When the redhead takes his spot on the couch opposite, it seems only then that he realizes Aguero is there. His golden eyes turn to rest on him, and he stares. ]