Ravan’s voice was barley containing his teasing tone, “Aren’t you a healer now. Why are you working yourself so hard.”
Note had had this discussion with Ravan a few times since their last mission. He couldn’t find it in him to be honest. To mention the dreams that had started haunting him nearly every night. That night at Xian’s place had been the only good night sleep he’d had recently. He needed to get stronger, whether that meant magic or otherwise. To ease his mind.
Avoiding another debate Note brought up another subject that had been brought back to the forefront.
“Hey, you never said. How much did my hair go for? Did you get so rich, you decided to try playing adventurer next?”
Ravan’s face lost its smirk for a split second. Note could imagine the cog’s turning in the raven-haired rogue’s head.
“I didn’t sell it.”
Ravan turned away from him, as Note sat up.
“So, you were just a pervert!” Note boomed triumphantly.
Ravan turned around clamping his hand to Note’s mouth. Nearly on top of him.
“I am not- You- I just though I could get a better price from here.”
“ah~ I figured that too.”
Note pushed him off. Standing up brushing himself off, smiling down at Ravan.
“Tch, am I that predictable to you. Know it all.”
Note condescendingly gave a pat to the top of the shorter mans head. His hand quickly smacked. Note laughed at the dramatic pout Ravan put on, as the shorty puffed up and turned away from him.
Ravan’s face went red, the blush easy to miss against his skin. He still kept his back to Note paranoid about being too easy to read. Something he’d never worried about before. He briefly debated mentioning he had used some of the hair. The thought quickly shot down. Such valuable info- no way. Even if I would give him a win against Note’s annoying predictions.
Note’s offending hand again came up and gently fussed with his hair. Ravan felt his body shift to lean into the touch. A movement he quickly put and end to. Swinging around and getting in Note’s face.
“You got a question. Is it my turn?”
Ravan’s eye’s glinted with familiar defiance. Note was curious enough to nod to the question that was more a demand.
“Where’d you run off to the other day? You snuck into another branch’s area without me?”
Ravan’s pout returned; he tugged lightly on Note’s shirt. Really this sneak’s cute act is the most aggravating.
“You won’t believe it.”
“Come on, tell me-”
“Did you know. Xian has a whole fancy house in his Branch!”
“Woah- What’s that guy need a house for! Where’s our house!”
“Exactly! Wait- Our??” Note was confused at the conversations turn.
“Well- Why not? We joined around the same time. We work so well together after all. Why not be roommates.”
This was another statement disguised as a question. Was this just the trend of his new life? The anti-social homebody he was, doomed to pushy roommates. He’d never know peace again, would he. Unconsciously shaking his head.
Ravan had taken Note’s moment of buffering to cling tightly to Note’s arm.
Note still sore from sparring didn’t have the arm strength to shake the sticky shorty off. Letting out a heavy sigh, he started walking back to his room. The human glue managing to keep pace.
“Is this your revenge for not being invited?”
“Of course, it is.” Ravan showed no hint of shame.
“I was going to invite you to join me and my sister for dinner. Since tomorrow’s a holiday and all.”
Ravan’s grip got tighter, “You were? Just me?”
“Yeah, Xian’s busy helping with his branches festivities.”
Ravan huffed, “Oh, how cruel making me think I’m special.”
“Brat, he technically has Liaud to spend the holiday with anyway. Me and Lise have each other. You don’t have anyone here, right? Unless you planned on going down the mountain to see your old -ahem- colleagues. Yuka’s coming too.”
Ravan looked straight ahead avoiding the eye’s that were on him. He tried to be strong but found himself breaking, as he turned toward the kind maroon eyes looking at him. Was he really inviting him to meet his sister? And whichever kid she was bringing along. He’d love to rub this in the chicken’s face but that would likely end in him joining in. He’d wait until after.
“I’m coming. You can’t stop me.”
Note laughed his face crinkling in its charming way. Ravan finally let go. Fearing his heartbeat would be felt if he kept clinging to him.
“Should I bring a gift?”
“Depends are you planning on paying money for said gift?”
“Does that matter?”
Note let out an aggravated sigh, throwing a weak kick in Ravan’s direction. He swiftly dodged the half-hearted attack. Catching Note’s leg and throwing him off balance. He then rushed off down the mountain -curses being thrown after him- to procure an appropriate bribe gift for Note’s sister.
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