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Yeon picked up the bill, glancing at the total amount. He dug his wallet from his back pocket and took out a bill or two, setting it onto the counter. Man, he was really running low. There was only a few more bills and his card, but he barely had anything on that. He stuffed it away anyways, grinning up at Argo. “Well goddamn, you’re tall as hell.”
Argo smiled awkwardly. “Yes, I get that a lot.” Truth be told he wasn’t the biggest fan of his height due to the fact that he his his head on door frames and ran into things constantly. Though it looked like he was only 2 or so inches taller than Yeon, which made him feel a little better about himself
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Yeon gave a lighthearted laugh and walked over to the door, pulling it open for Argo. “Lead the way, niño bonito,” he said with a playful wink. He had a feeling he would enjoy Argo’s company.
Argo flushed a little at the nickname. It was rather endearing, actually. He began to walk towards the bus stop, his radio beginning to play quiet music again
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Yeon walked quickly to catch up with Argo. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, and he glanced around as they walked. He turned his attention back up to Argo, the same grin still on his lips. “Not much of a talker?”
“Well, um,” he began awkwardly. “What would you like to talk about?” he asked, slowing down a little so Yeon didn’t have to run to catch up with him
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“I don’t know, I just like to talk. Tell me some things about yourself,” Yeon said, slowly his pace a tad when Argo did. Would he be able to deal with someone taller than him? Depends.
“Well…I’m far older than I look,” he began, trying to think of something to say. He didn’t believe himself to be a very interesting person other than being a demon, but he wasn’t going to tell Yeon that yet. “I love the stars, and reading,” he went on
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“That’s absolutely adorable. And older than you look? You look like you’re in your early to mid twenties to me. What, how old are you? Are you forty or something?” Yeon accused in a joking tone.
Argo’s face went a little red at being called adorable. “No, I’m not 40. I…I’m not entirely human, so despite my appearance I’m actually in my 200’s,” he explained, but almost immediately regretted it. What if Yeon thought he was weird now, or even ran away?
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Yeon’s brow furrowed at that. Not entirely human? He gave Argo a look like he was trying to figure him out. But a grin slowly made its way back onto his face. “You’re hilarious, Argo,” He said, unknowingly rolling the ‘r’ in his name.
Argo felt some of the tension leave him as he realized Yeon wasn’t reacting badly. But it returned almost as quickly as he realized Yeon had rolled the ‘r’ in his name. It was actually rather nice to hear his name said like that. “No, I’m serious. Most of the people at the hotel aren’t human either.”
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Yeon’s laugh and smile slowly faded away, his expression becoming confused. “But… But that’s impossible. That’s, like, fairytale shit, right?”
Argo felt a pang if anxiety at Yeon’s words. He shook his head. “How do you think I can speak so well through my radio?” he said, pointing to the small device in his ear. “People like me are believed to be fairy tales simply because we’re good at hiding in the modern world.”
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Yeon’s pursed his lips in thought. Yeah, he was a bit freaked out, he wouldn’t deny that. But it must be hard to get accepted when you’re not human. He supposed he knew how Argo felt, considering immigrants likenhimself are referred to as Aliens at times. He could understand how stressful it may be. “Oh, well that’s okay,” he simply said, trying to grasp for words.
Sean shrugs, "Never-mind… Im not good with human interaction."
Argo ran a hand through his messy hair, anxiety creeping through him. God, he really had blown it with Yeon. And he was doing so well. He went to say something but the bus pulled up as he did. He breathed a small sigh of relief. "Still want to see the hotel?" he asked hopefully
James raises his brow at the other, "Are you sure you're okay?" he asks, folding his arms across his chest.
"Why would you care." Sean glares up at James but the other guy couldnt see because of the eyepatch in the way
James shrugs, "You went to a bar, you look like sh*t, no offense, and quite honestly, you're hanging around my brothers bakery, of course I'm going to be a little curious."
Oliver walks towards the bar, "Take care of the cafe. I need a drink." He says towards Alfred. Alfred nods before continuing with making frosting.
"Thanks. That came from a total stranger… Thats not creepy at all…" Sarcasm dripped from every syllable
James' eyebrow seemed to want to disappear into his eyebrow as he glances at the other male. "Can't help being curious." He shrugged before turning his gaze away from the other. Alfred runs out of the Bakery panting. "Uh James? I think we need to talk to Oliver about hiring. I am no good in the kitchen." James stands, "Oh for the love of maple. Don't tell me you made the cupcakes explode… again!" Alfred nods sheepishly, waving at Sean awkwardly before entering the bakery.
"Exploding… WHat?!" Sean stands thinking, Oh, I have got to see this And follows James.
James in muttering curse words to himself as he enters the bakery. The kitchen was a complete mess. "Alfred, you are so dead when Oliver comes back." He looks at the poor cupcakes that had be shattered to pieces, a little piece here and there, a few chunks, icing painting the walls blue and pink. He sighs, shaking his head. "I thought is said a cup of baking soda!" The younger defends. "What else did you put in those cupcakes?" James growls. "And why hasn't Ollie fired you yet?" Alfred chuckles, "Because we're brothers?" He offers. James growls at him.
Sean had followed James into the kitchen and was heaving with laughter. He doubles over, holding his stomach, "Oh god… I shouldnt have drank so much…" He suddenly felt like hurling.
James looks towards Sean. "There is no way I'm letting you throw up in here. C'mon." He grabs the others upper arm with a firm but gentle grip, hauling him to the bathroom. "I'm getting you some water, and try not to make a mess." He says, glancing at Sean.
Sean yanks his arm from James, "I can walk thanks." He snaps and hauls himself into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
James rolls his eyes before starting on his brother, getting some meds and water for the male in the bathroom. Alfred sunk into his bomber jacket, his blue eyes saddened. James sighs, ruffling his hair gently, "Just ask Oliver when he gets back if there's something other than baking you can do." he says, walking towards the bathroom.
Sean heaves a few times into the toilet, coming up pale and sweaty.
"Oi, kid. Mind if I come in?" He asks curiously, holding the drink and holding the meds.
