Reincarnated hatred

Marco sighed, tensing as there was another uproar of laughter somewhere in the shop.

"yeah we're going home once the food gets here." He said, glancing around

Marco nodded, quietly, trying not to show how nervous he was.

After a few minutes of waiting, the waitress came back with two bags of food "here you go." She said with a sweet smile. Rashe nodded and payed. He stood up and took the food "ready?" He asked marco

Marco nodded, getting to his feet quickly, anxious to get out of here.

Rashe headed back to the apartment unlocking the door and heading inside

Marco followed him inside shyly, feeling stupid.

He set down the bands on the counter and pulled out both their food "aright, one cinnamon cream coffee and 5 homemade walnut pancakes."

Marco hummed gratefully, giving him an awkward smile as he pulled up a seat at the counter.

Rashe sat across from him, pulling out his breakfast "you can talk now, dear."

"I know.." he said softly, not meeting his gaze as he pulled his food over and sipped at his coffee.

He nodded slowly and smiled "is it good?" He asked with a tilt of his head

Marco nodded gratefully, before digging into the food, savouring it as he forced himself not to wolf it down.

"easy dear, no I was taking it away," he teased, taking a bite of his cherry turnover and a sip of his tea

Marco hummed softly, trying not to let the other's nickname fluster him.

He smiled coyly but said nothing more as they are in silence

Marco finished his fairly quickly, despite attempting to take it slow.

"I'm starting to get the feeling that we should've gotten more than three." Rashe said, standing up and putting the plate in the sink and sitting back down to drink the rest of his tea

Marco shrugged, sipping at his coffee. To be wuite honest he really had no clue how to answer that.

Rashe watched him over the lip of the cup and smiling slightly

Marco couldnt help returning the smile shyly, not knowing why he was always like this aroumd the other.

He finished the tea and set the cup in the sink. "Now what?"

Marco shrugged, "I dunno…" he said softly.

"back to the streets then." He stood up and headed to his bedroom, sheathing a knife

Marco got up to his feet at that, checking that he had his own knives. Five in all hidden in his clothing.

"ah that got your attention." Rashe chuckled lightly and gestured to the door "shall we, dear?"

Marco shrugged, "Why not…" he said softly, keeping his tone even.

"finally, you've decided to accept the name." He noted with a satisfied smile, following him throught the door and locking it behind him

Marco sighed in exasperation at the other's words, but not arguing since he did secretly like it anyway.

Once outside, rashe fell completely quiet, scanning the city streets for abnormal movement