ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : ᴛᴏʀᴇ
This was a problem. Yuuta wanted Rhydal to neither risk his safety for Yuuta’s sake, nor get upset with him since he kept decilining his kind gesture. Eventually Yuuta saw Rhydal put his palms in the air and then take out two more bottles of the same substance, and further tried to dispel his concerns saying that he had come prepared with even more back up plans. Yuuta could not but give in, after that. He sighed and nodded in affirmation, taking the bottle from him and putting it inside his backpack with other essentials, half-reluctantly. [Then…I’ll hold onto it. Thanks.]
For now, both of them reassured each other with words of hope they wanted to hear themselves. Rhydal admitted he could sleep under stress and that Yuuta would not have to worry about it. But Yuuta could not the confirm the fact about himself as confidently as Rhydal. He would try, though. He appreciated that Rhydal could put his trust on them. Even though they had not accomplished anything yet, that made Yuuta feel a little better. Now he would just have to strive up to match the sincerity of the statement with his actions. It would be fine. He had been doing that for as long as he could remember.
Yuuta shook his head at Rhydal’s question about human, regarding how he related his appearance with theirs. [I meant that I have no striking features in my appearance. I have no sparkling or wide-spread wings, no tails, no fierce claws, just average human-like features. You see, I find it fascinating that there are so many types of beings out there, each with their unique distinguishable features.],he replied, which was technically true. [But aside from the obvious other qualities humans have, I think this is also what makes them special, you know. As a blank canvas, they have the freedom to depict themselves however they wish to.], he added.
When the fluffy creature dozing off next to Rhydal’s legs caught his eyes, Yuuta realised it was getting late. This conversation had been both fruitful and tense to some extent. Yuuta stood up, and slid his hand in his pocket reaching for some indigenous sweets (Imagine each of them are wrapped up instead of in a box) he packed for himself for when felt anxious and/or nervous and unwrapped one of them to put them in his mouth. The nostalgic sweetness melted on his tongue. He pulled out another one (the panda) and looked at Rhydal, silently asking him to hold out his hand. [Next time I’ll bring a “Fox”.], he promised after putting it on his palm. [Do you have anything else to say or should we call it a night?]
