[PRP] Stay (Damien x Uru)

[PhiferWolf]

Uru was content with himself that he actually went to the gym for the first time since he had left the estate. It was nice to be able to lose himself in his workouts; running miles, punching until his arms were too tired to keep themselves up, his body too exhausted to move, and yet it kept on going as he was jogging back from the gym - the long way - to his room again. He knew the gnomes were still mad at him, but they'd have to deal with him regardless, it wasn't going to be helped. His room. After breakfast the other day, he had patted himself briefly as he walked out of the Monsters' Dorm and further encouraged him that the gym would be the best place for him to think. It didn't take much after that to actually get his mind to agree with him. As soon as the gym doors opened and the sound of metal clanks and the whirring of the machines, he felt an instinct take over as his body went on auto-pilot.

All the while, he was thinking about the monster and demon hellhounds talked about; finding oneself, being able to think, that no one is really alone if they don't want to be. Jack, Damien was right on a lot of things, and he'd argue the boil on a lot of it, but he was right. Damien was definitely a lot better at helping people than he was.

The jog back to the dorms was longer, opting to take the trails that winded through the woods and he enjoyed it. There were times, a long time ago, where he would take great joy in shifting into his natural form and run through the woods all day. It was very liberating and refreshing. Comfortable even. He granted himself a small smile as he looked into the woods, imaging his wolf running free in there without a concern or care in the world. Still, the demon kept his pace up as he turned a corner, past his latibule tree, and further into the woods, taking the fork back to the campus.

He had been writing letters back home. It was a habit that he had gotten himself into back during his first year here at Amityville. The notion that he wasn't allowed to do so never crossed his mind, but they were never returned so they were going somewhere, right? Perhaps it was false optimism, but he'd like to think that they were reaching their destination. The thoughts of his sister made him small sometimes, yet it was accompanied by a soft pang of sadness. Uru had hoped she was doing alright on her own.

As he ran, he pulled out his eyePhone, one of the few luxuries he allowed himself, as he hit out a text.

Quote:

Text to Damien G.
Were you serious about the offer? About me staying?

He never texted his sister, even when he was allowed to do so. It was so strange that he was doing it now...  

[Bloodlust Dante]

The little device on the table began to come alive, buzzing and bumbling around that caught the attention of the nearby minipets, the sound of the glass table reverberating had to cease, the sound was grating on Damiens ears, and it made no sense to let it continue and just check the jacking thing.

Quote:

Text to *%&-$#@-^^*%:

How did you get my number?

It was a valid question in his mind, how did Uru manage to obtain it? It was painfully obvious that it was Uru, considering his was the only one he offered to stay in his dorm.

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Text to *%&-$#@-^^*%:

I meant every word, I told you that you were not alone, nor am I going to let you suffer it on your own.

Uru'baen seemed like the kind of boil who needed to understand what words mean.  

[PhiferWolf]

Quote:

Text to Damien G.
Student Directory.

Uru rolled his eyes. Okay, he wasn't aware that the school even had one and, even with his lack of experience with technology, he managed to find the boil's number and information. On one hand, it was a useful resource. On the other, it was down right creepy that he could get so much information on the boil with such ease. He shivered at the thought that creeple could do the same thing to him...

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Text to Damien G.
Not suffering right now. OMW.

The demon punched out the text as he slammed the door behind him, the rumbling of gnomes on the other side told him that his presence was not welcomed in their current work site. Whatever, he got what he needed and he was already making his way down the lavish halls of the Demon's dorm. He never liked the way the demons lived, the typical ones. Logically, he shouldn't be the only one who had the mindset that the lavish and underhanded life that demons are supposedly painted with was not a mold that he fitted in. Stupid stereotypes.

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A knock came to the monster's door.

knock knock

Curt and sharp.  

[Bloodlust Dante]

It was a knee jerk reaction, the door was knocked and everyone in the room redirected their attention to it, to the one that wanted into their domain. The symphony or barks started up again, happy hops as they knew who it was for the visit by smell. The Foxfires weren't patient this time when the door was cracked open, immediately circling round the Demons feet while Demi greeted with a wave.

"Heya." it was a simple greeting but the hound was glad to see that the boil returned instead of staying out in the forest, moving aside to let him and the foxfire horde back in. "Next time, you should just ask me for my number." how Uru had access to that info was alarming.

Like "expect prank calls at 4 am from any creeper" kind of alarming.  

[PhiferWolf]

"Didn't exactly think to ask for it before," he replied, his breath short. He was still wearing a tank stop and athletic shorts, a pair of shoes he tends to only wear when he went to the gym, and a very, overstuffed duffel bag. His hair was slightly moist, evident that his hair was flat and not combed back as if his hand went through it constantly - as it usually was. He gave a sheepish chuckle, ducking his head to hide the embarrassing smile. He could understand the boil's concern that he was able to get his information, just as he was also concerned himself. Hopefully, no one uses it to malicious means, but that is something they'd have to take it up with the school about. Luckily, it seemed like it was basic information; dorm room number, contact information where the students filled in, and their names. Basic stuff. Stepping inside, he watched as the foxfires yipped and bumped into him. Comforting buggers.

"You were right, by the way, getting out to think was necessary." He got the important stuff down; who he was, who cared about him, why he was alone, why he wasn't alone, the necessary things. There was still plenty that was on his mind, hiding in the corners of it waiting for him to confront them. For now, there was a foreseeable darkness in him that he would have to deal with. At least now, he knew he wasn't alone in dealing with it. Even if the monster can't help him. But right now, he was here in Damien's room with his things, standing here sweating. Jack he cursed as he dropped his bag beside him and undid his laces to his shoes. "Sorry, shoes."

Okay, he was nervous. He was a whole lot nervous. The day before he was too concerned with himself to even consider that it was Damien's place and that he was a guest and that he should be respectful to the host. Bundle of nerves. Yet, he was elated, yeah. He felt kinda happy and was apparently much more talkative than usual, however long that'll last.  

[Bloodlust Dante]

It was nice to see that Uru remembered the rules, even if Demi just blinked as he too forgot about them. His eyes softened and shoulders dropped and fought the urge to grin at Uru. "New habits take practice, its ok." he encouraged, glad to see the boil was feeling better about the situation "Looks like you had a good day." he cooed, rolling a foxfire around and placing it on the couch with him, the minipet happy for playtime and continued to headbutt into his lap.


He didn't want to bombard the boil with questions, and settled for the peaceful atmosphere between them. "I didn't cook anything yet." he stated plainly, unsure if there should have been extra made for the other hellhound or not. "what should we do?" he queried, hoping that the foxfire brigade would start piling up for the evening meal yet.  

[PhiferWolf]

Toeing off his sneakers, he made sure that they were angled and put aside, out of the away, in a place that looked proper. Habits are definitely a practice that ones has to develop, it would be a daily thing that he'd have to remind himself to the point that he just does it subconsciously. Hopefully, the hellhound would forgive him for the times he forgets until then. Hiking the bag over his shoulder as he straightened to look at the senior canine with curious relief when he saw it on his expression; soft, the welcoming warmth that seemed to come off of him. He needed this, as much as he would try to deny it, it was a change from everything in his life; the cold glares, the harsh tones, the silent treatments. He was a Cocytus, a pack of cold hellhounds through and through. He wouldn't be surprised if Damien had cut through him and pulled out a frozen heart before all of this.

"Y-yeah, it had been nearly three weeks since I last went to the gym. It was a good escape, somewhere no one would have bothered me and let me think." He answered, voice broken between breathes. Was it bad that it felt therapeutic punching the bag there over and over while his mind was thinking elsewhere, yet still pictured the face of his uncle and mother? Probably should leave that detail out. But most people gave him a wide berth when he was slamming maneuvers into the punching bag with grunts and growls. Also why he avoided the locker room this time around; didn't want to run into anyone for a chat. Uru watched as Damien casually moved to the couch with his minipet pack. He missed his own little ones, he'd have to visit them and apologize to them.

Sliding the heavy bag down with a muffled thud, he stretched at the doorway when an ache crawled through his back, his work out shirt stretching across his chest until a soft pop came from his spine. There was a small whine in there too. "You don't have to cook anything, Damien. I could just order us something or run and grab something for us." he offered, darting a glance at the kitchen. He couldn't recall the last time he had ordered food somewhere... but he was sure he could figure it out. Uru would not doubt that Damien did a good job of keeping himself stocked for the week, but he wasn't certain if he was capable of making his known recipes with what the boil had. He was a self-taught cook since he came here, learning to feed himself to save his silver pumpkin seeds even if he had so much of it. He was just glad that the pack was still able to fund him as part of his inheritance. This was Damien's place, so his words were the decisions made, the offer was there.

Giving an exaggerated exhale, hands planted firmly on his hips over the hem of the low hanging athletic shorts as he thought of what to do. "Well, I'm still on a work out high. So we could just about anything or wind down and watch a movie or something." Uru gave a grin. Well, those didn't happen to often so enjoy that toothy, white grin. "Would you mind if I showered first? I came right over after the gym."  

[Bloodlust Dante]

The idea of going out to buy food or having it delivered left a pouty face on Damien, unpleased by the notion. "Well, at least you got some emotion out of you, and gaining an appetite from it." he mused, while he did have his own regimen, it was good to see that the boil was ready to get back into it, that he had his own thing and therefore time to himself. Today was not one of those days, making sure he was available in case Uru decided to come back. Sure, Regal had his fancy buzzer button by the door in the events that he lost his key, but the hound knew i'd be better if he was here rather than having to come face to face with the scruffle.

The pile was getting antsy with the new playmate over again and began to circle Uru and making the green eared beast grin at their antics. "Go ahead and shower, seeing as how you are not a brand new presence in the Gavenkrantz household, how about we cook something, together?" he offered, ears perking up at the notion.

He gets an idea on what Uru likes to eat and Uru gets more familiar with the space.

It was a win- win in his smoke filled jade eyes.  

[PhiferWolf]

"I got emotions." He deadpanned with a look. He simply chose not to ... openly express them. But the boil was right again that he was gaining an appetite again. He was starting to get that hungry feeling again, the need to eat every few hours, anything small or large, just something to chew on until the next meal but, admittingly, to give himself a reason to work out again. He was actually working out again; his morning runs. Well that was something that had not changed; that strange feeling he got every morning that only subsided after a cup of coffee that he brewed, or, as of late, been getting from that one cafe at the library. The demon was glad that the boil was home to begin with because it would have been difficult to explain to the monster populace for a demon to be standing outside someone's door glaring at it after knocking so many times for no one to answer. Difficult and awkward.

There was a slight rumble from his stomach.

Traitor.

Uru nodded with the confirmation at the offer at the shower. A nice shower would be nice right about now. "Alright. Fair warning that I can only cook simple dishes. Otherwise, you're gonna just have to deal with it." The hellhound called over his shoulder as he disappeared into the room, his body directing him through his memory as if he had lived here all his life. The bathroom was exactly where he had recalled it. He couldn't help but give a sideways glance to the bed before closing the door behind.

The shower faucet turns on and he waits patiently for the water to warm, his mind taking the reprieve to gather some thoughts that were floating in his head. Damien was home. He was here. He was gonna take a shower and then they were gonna eat. After that, it was up in the air. How far should he push the lines between host and guest? Knitted brows, Uru stripped off his shirt with a growl. Stupid mind.  

[Bloodlust Dante]

"Then I guess its time for you to learn a lesson from your senior, huh?" Damien piped up eagerly, trying to figure out what might be a good idea to make that's not too difficult. The pile was on the prowl, stalking the door where Uru vanished, tails all aflutter with interest and curiosity. "Hey, let him shower in peace, go on, its time for your dinner while we cook." the monster chided lightly and set out the foxfire feed in the tray. The Pups gave up their hunt and settled on nourishment as Damien expected.



Everything was just, far too comfortable.

PhiferWolf

 

[PhiferWolf]

Bloodlust Dante

Uru couldn't hear much of what Damien had said, the running water acting as a noise canceller, the bathroom reverberating the sound, amplifying it. He did make out the yipping sounds of what he automatically assumed to be the foxfire pack at the door wanting to meet their new interest. Inquisitive buggers. Uru did not get too much washing done, standing under the water was enough for him. Lacked the motivation to do much else really; being sore and all.

Perhaps it was longer than his usual showers, but he wasn't going to complain. It was needed. After a good while, the water was turned off and the door was opened - steam billowing across the portal into the bedroom, misting across the ground. A few yips from furballs putzing around his feet for attention. The demon moved toward the kitchen, following the stronger scent that laid underneath everything else to find the monster boil there. He, himself, stood still slightly moist, sweatpants hanging low on his hips - luckily his tail kept his pants up nicely without a belt, shirt in one hand, and a towel busying his head. Uru's eyes stayed their mixture of gold and blue, watching as Damien moved about the kitchen doing .... whatever it was he was doing.

The demon watched the boil until he was certain that eye contact was made in which he responded with a subtle lift of the brows, tilt of the head, acknowledging his acknowledgement of his presence there. Were words necessary? ... He wasn't good with words. Jack.  

[Bloodlust Dante]

PhiferWolf

Cue one hellhound turning around and failing at the sudden appearance of barely damp hellhound. Pots and pans scattered to the floor with a series of clangs and the foxfires yipped to inspect the fallen items. One being bold and sitting in the saucepot like the master of the kitchen.

Words were totally necessary. "Sweet Kerberos." the hound cursed, harlequin green eyes flashing and softening to a darker shade, huffing his cheeks at the boil. "looks like I have to keep my ears open at home more often." resolving to pick up the dropped pots and covers.

The saucepot with the foxfire was placed in the sink where it made itself comfortable on the counter.  

[PhiferWolf]

Bloodlust Dante

With tight lips, he breathed out as he slid the shirt one. "Didn't mean to surprise you." It wasn't like he was trying to be quiet; he didn't want to disturb the master of the house. Perhaps he should be more respectful and actually made his presence more known. Wasn't the fact the water was off a tell sign that he was out of the bathroom? ... Nevermind. Draping the towel over his head, he leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, watching the boil and the mess on the floor. Should help with that?... He should. Uru reaches for the pots and pans closest to him.

Did his eyes change?

Did his voice change?... If not the voice, the tone seemed to.

"You shouldn't have to be on guard in your own domicile, Damien." He breathed as he placed the pans on the counter as well. He didn't want the boil to do anything different in his home or feel like he had to keep his ears open for him. The offer to the room being available to him was nice, but perhaps he may have to be more proactive on having the monster constantly aware of his presence.

This was a new, working experience.

"What would you like me to do?" He ask earnestly. Determined to make a better impression the... forth time around.  

[Bloodlust Dante]

PhiferWolf

The flash of hands was quick, a sharp snap and Damien was able to smell the body wash that Uru used, that and the boil really was damp from the headlock he was trying to put the demon guest into. "Ya have no reason t' walk on eggshells 'round meh." the monster drawled out playfully and let him go, rolling his shoulder blades and limbering up. "No need to sneak around like a mouse, if you're staying here, then you're allowed to take up some elbow room." he argued with a no fuss attitude, that and the spoon in his hand added for emphasis.

"That and, it don't mean that you can't help out with stuff, like cooking." he offered with a grin and brandishes a salad spinner in one hand, a bag of sauce covered meat products in the other. "Do you want to wash, or do you want to grill?" he offered, eyes twinkling at the thought of breaking out the good protein for a meal.  

[PhiferWolf]

The boil was fast, his impressive arms, in his opinion, small body wrapped around his neck in a fastened headlock. It was a move that he was not familiar with, instinctively growling, grabbing the monster's forearm to pull his head free. He knew it was in jest, but his instincts screamed; danger. fight. bite. Pulling himself free, more of letting him go on Damien's part, Uru picked up his dropped towel and swung it over his shoulder with an amused huff. Definitely the playful one. Walking on eggshells is something he always did around creeple; it's why he kept his distance and just watched them. In a confined area like this, there is only so much distance he could be and there was only so many things he could watch without triggering an interaction. He could feel the lump going down his throat as he swallowed. "I'm normally quiet." the meaning was open ended on that as he moved into the kitchen, eyeing the spoon as he brushed past the monster.

"I had every intention of doing my part here, I offered to order out for us to save you from cooking." And me poisoning you.. "Just give me the salad. I can manage that."