"He's a beautiful monster"
"You're a knife, sharp and deadly"
He jumped just slightly at the laugh, not expecting the sudden burst of sound in the once overly quiet room, and only nodded a little as the man finished speaking, unsure of how to reply to his previous words. The Vaporeon left the room soon after, making his way back down the hall to retrieve his belongings, but surprisingly taking his time in doing so. He let his eyes wander the empty walls, clean floor, the only signs that anyone had been there being the occasional, small scuff mark from what looked like some sort of rubber, boots maybe. The house was quiet, similar to his own, but it still felt much more alive than where he stayed, and he found himself almost unwilling to leave it and the sort of 'comfort' it gave him.
Silas gathered up his clothes, folding them and setting his collar on top before walking back out of the Umbreon's bedroom and back down the hall. It almost felt like he was leaving permanently, but that really wasn't the case. Now that the two of them were basically tied to one another, he'd have many more occasions to be in the house, spend time with the man that owned the place, it was just a matter of when and for how long. He trailed down the hall, to the bottom of the stairs, slipping back on his shoes and following the man outside, squinting his eyes momentarily at the sudden bright flash of light as his eyes took a moment to adjust, the door closing with a light but audible click behind him.
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"Turn right, here," he finally said calmly, a little quietly, his eyes still glanced to the side and watching the scenery outside the passenger window. It was becoming more and more of a familiar sight, houses he'd seen before, dogs in yards, behind fences he'd passed on his way home or on the way to class, to meet his band mates. The whole car ride had been quiet until then, but he didn't mind, it was a comfortable silence. The black interior, the way the cold class felt against the spot of skin where his forehead met it made some sort of 'deja vu' feeling not too long after he'd leaned his head to the side. It wasn't long after that when he recalled doing the same thing the night Dendera had taken him to his house. The same smell of leather from that night helped him to recall the event, almost like a childhood memory that was fuzzy but you still knew what was happening.
Sure enough, it was the street, the one his house was on. 'The pissy neighbors at the top, the happy couple at the bottom,' he thought idly to himself, raising an eyebrow briefly at the top house as they passed it. "It's the fourth house from the bottom of the street," he said again in the same voice from earlier, only bothering to sit up from his leaned position once the car had slowed to a stop. Silas unhooked his seatbelt after a moment, assisting it as it retracted from across his lap before lifting up the clothes that were resting on top of his legs, reaching for the door handle with his free hand and pushing it open. But he paused again, the door now hanging open but his feet and body still inside the car, glancing at the clothes in his arm before at the Umbreon in the driver's seat. "I'll return these to you soon," he started, tugging at the bottom of the borrowed shirt again a bit to show what he meant, "so you better not go out of town or anything and make me waste my time washing them and stopping by your house to give them back." It was probably childish, but it was the only way he could really get it out without flat out saying that he wanted to see him again, at some point. Even if he didn't say it straight, the meaning was still there and that faint blush found its way to his cheeks again, but he turned away soon after and stepped out of the car, not waiting for a reply.
It felt strange leaving the black vehicle. Almost like reality hit him but being in the car, the house, everything that happened was also real. The night he drank too much and the morning he woke up in another's bed felt like a dream, and leaving the car, in an odd way, was like having the carpet pulled out from under him. The Vaporeon closed the door behind him after a moment, walking towards the house and past the front gate. It was a joke. The house looked like one of those 'happy family' type places, gated front yard, nice green grass, nice white, two story house, but inside it was about as stale as a morgue. And without looking back, though he had the smallest urge to, he pushed open the white door and stepped back into the place others called 'home', not bothering to say "I'm back."
"And it's me that you cut into"
"But I don't mind"
