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"Just don't intentionally set anything on fire, and let us know if you're going to be leaving us, whether permanently or just overnight. That's all we ask," Steven starts dishing up huge servings of some kind of ramen dish. Well. Two huge servings, two less-ridiculous sized servings. He gestures to one of the stools in front of a large plate at the breakfast island, "Take a seat, and dig in, Takeshi,"
Scout vaults over and takes the seat next to Kouhei's plate, with the other ridiculously sized serving. "Thanks dad! Yeah, Takahiro, my little brother. Bringing...? No, I think he and Shichiro went out to dinner together. Uh. Taka'll probably be back in an hour or two, by himself,"
Kouhei followed Scout to the island, though he walked normally instead of leaping around like a crazy person. He looked almost relieved that Takahiro wouldn't be bringing his boyfriend home. Maybe he wasn't comfortable meeting new people? That would be a question for another time as he took a seat next to Scout and bowed his head gratefully to Scout's father. "Thank you sir- Steven. I will respect your family and home." Liar. Pleasantries out of the way, he regarded the food with something that could have been reverence. Judging by the wide-eyed stare, it had been a long time since he'd had enough to eat. He took Steven's advice to dig in without another word, attacking the ramen with ferocity.
Scout seems to practically inhale his food, being half-done by the time his mother returns and takes her own seat. Seemingly this is the norm though, and nobody even bats an eye at the way Kouhei eats. Weird family, right? Right.
As Scout's finishing up, the door opens again, and in walks his younger brother. He's dressed in his DATS jacket again, and is just putting his glasses back on. He offers Scout a small nod, and then offers Kouhei a smile, walking over an extending a hand, "Hi, you must be T-Takeshi," The magic of texting.
"Takeshi's going to be staying in the spare room for a while, Takahiro," Mrs Evans explains, "so give him any help he needs,"
He nods at that, "Well, um. I-if you need anything, just ask!"
It would have taken a high speed camera to actually follow the boys' progress through their meals, they inhaled the food so quickly. Kouhei was finishing around the same time that Takahiro walked in as well. His expression was mostly neutral when Scout's younger brother approached; 'Takeshi's' eyes took in every detail he could, studying Takahiro the way an animal might study a potential threat. Or maybe he was checking him out? Taka did cut an impressive figure in that green jacket.
Kouhei hesitated for a second when Takahiro offered his hand, finally reaching out to grasp it firmly. There was strength in those bony, long-fingered hands and they were covered in uneven calluses. He met the younger boy's eyes, though only briefly, and returned the greeting. "Hi. Yes, erm. I'm Takeshi." He swallowed, grimacing a little. "Thank you. Your family is very kind to offer me shelter. There, um. Yeah, I guess there is something."
Turning to glance at Scout, his expression maybe embarrassed, he asked quietly. "Could I maybe take that shower now?"
Scout nods, "Wait here!" Zoom!. Kid's gone. He moves really well. Almost scarily so. Like he's mostly cartilage. While he's gone, Takahiro and his parents discuss the boy's day, ask him how Shichiro is and the like, suggest he invite the boy over for dinner again soon. Ooooh.
A few minutes later, Scout returns with a pair of black denim jeans, and a plain black t-shirt. He beckons to Kouhei, heading into the bathroom. He sets the clothing down on the dresser, and briefly instructs him in the use of the shower, before explaining the clothes are for him to change into, if he wants, when he's clean. With that, he exits the room and goes back to quietly discuss things with his parents. Almost...suspiciously quietly.
Kouhei took the clothes gratefully and followed Scout to the bathroom, quietly listening to the instructions. The way he looked at the shower, you'd think he hadn't used one in years. Oh. Wait. He closed the door behind his 'rescuer' and, after a moment's hesitation, locked the door. The simple act of having a door he could lock was... profoundly relieving, after years of looking over his shoulder. He started the shower, but rather than get in the boy slipped quietly back to the door and pressed an ear against it. He'd learned to be suspicious of everyone; if he was manipulating them, who was to say he was not in turn being manipulated?
Better to be ready to drive the knife into someone's back before they got the chance to do it to you, after all. These were kill-or-be-killed worlds they lived in. Just ask the Queen.
They seem to be whispering quietly to each other for a few moments, followed by some soft laughter from the adults. ...And then they're right back to asking Takahiro about Shichiro. Boy, that seems to be their favorite topic today. ...Did Takahiro just use the word 'dreamy'? Ew. Gross. Nope, they...seem to just be ordinary people, talking about ordinary things. The mother talking about work, the father talking about a funny story at the grocery store, Scout talking about going to the beach with someone called 'B'. Nothing exciting. Sorry, Kouhei!
Staring suspiciously at the door, because it was obviously some type of accomplice, Kouhei backed away, satisfied at the moment at least that he wasn't in the den of enemies. Knowing enemies, he corrected himself. These people, no matter how friendly... they were not his friends. They couldn't be. Not with... him there. Glancing back longingly at the hot water falling from the shower head, Kouhei stripped down and climbed in, groaning quietly at the sensation. To be clean again. When he was young he'd fought with his mom about bath time, but now... well, it had been a long time. Things change. With the water pouring down over his head, Kouhei began to contemplate. His line of thought drifted back to those days with his parents, with Shichiro, his best friend...
No.The Enemy. The White. Say it.
"The White is the enemy," Kouhei muttered to himself a little sadly. If only Shichiro hadn't betrayed him...