Adapt [Repay]
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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: Kentas repays M-21 for the dinners.
Notes: Another part that I basically had to redo three times at least.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 538
Total word count: 3,599
Status: Work in progress
Kentas landed on the school's rooftop, scenting the air. This was where M-21 and the others came during the day; he'd been told about it, but he hadn't had the chance to visit yet. The building was quiet, only a few people milling around as the sun set.
M-21 was close, his aura skirting his senses. Now he just had to — Kentas turned, hearing someone leap up to the roof. The almost missable trace of werewolf aura told Kentas who it was.
"Hey," Kentas said to M-21, smiling.
"Hey." There was a small puzzled frown on M-21's lips, his eyebrows drawn in as he glanced at what was in Kentas' hand. "Tao thought you wanted to see me alone."
Huh. "I wouldn't have minded if the others had come," he said, scratching a cheek. It might have been a little awkward, but only that.
"Here," Kentas said, holding out the plastic box in his hand.
He saw M-21's nostrils twitch just before he took it. "Food?" M-21 said, amusement in his tone as he peeled back the lid. "Why'd you do this?"
Kentas blinked at him, cocking his head to the side. Wasn't it obvious? "You've brought me dinner twice already."
He got a blank stare in return, before it turned into a frown again. "I was getting food for myself the first time, and the second time, you'd missed dinner."
Kentas gazed at him. "You didn't have to do that, but you did."
M-21 huffed, smiling. "I suppose." He pulled his phone out, tapping something on it. He was putting it away when it buzzed twice. M-21 looked at the screen and then rolled his eyes. "Tao," he explained without tapping another reply. The phone buzzed again and M-21 didn't look at it, slipping it in his pocket.
"Did you get enough for yourself?" M-21 asked as he sat on the edge of the rooftop.
Kentas shook his head, sitting next to him. "I made enough for you — I wasn't hungry." Humans seemed to need to eat more often than werewolves did.
M-21 paused from picking up a piece, than glanced down at the rest of it again. "You cooked this?"
He nodded. "And hunted it outside the city." He'd talked with Frankenstein beforehand about the best places to hunt and where to avoid accidentally grabbing someone's pet. "Frankenstein gave me the box."
"...You really go all out, huh," M-21 said, taking a bite.
"You think me cooking you a meal is excessive?" Kentas asked, watching him. "I was just paying you back." M-21 had given him human food and he repaid with werewolf food.
"Compared to how much effort I put into getting your dinner, yeah." Then he frowned at the food. "But it's not like I know what's normal in things like this," he muttered.
"Does that matter?" Kentas asked, exhaling. M-21 jerked his head up to stare at him. "There's not much about this that's 'normal'." For either of them. He hadn't heard of any other werewolves being with humans before.
M-21 opened and closed his mouth, no words coming out. Then he snorted, shaking his head. "So we'll just take it day by day?"
"Sounds good," Kentas said, grinning. They had the time.
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I haven't seen the ova, so I don't know how widespread the knowledge about Muzaka and Ashleen was.
Summary: Kentas repays M-21 for the dinners.
Notes: Another part that I basically had to redo three times at least.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 538
Total word count: 3,599
Status: Work in progress
Kentas landed on the school's rooftop, scenting the air. This was where M-21 and the others came during the day; he'd been told about it, but he hadn't had the chance to visit yet. The building was quiet, only a few people milling around as the sun set.
M-21 was close, his aura skirting his senses. Now he just had to — Kentas turned, hearing someone leap up to the roof. The almost missable trace of werewolf aura told Kentas who it was.
"Hey," Kentas said to M-21, smiling.
"Hey." There was a small puzzled frown on M-21's lips, his eyebrows drawn in as he glanced at what was in Kentas' hand. "Tao thought you wanted to see me alone."
Huh. "I wouldn't have minded if the others had come," he said, scratching a cheek. It might have been a little awkward, but only that.
"Here," Kentas said, holding out the plastic box in his hand.
He saw M-21's nostrils twitch just before he took it. "Food?" M-21 said, amusement in his tone as he peeled back the lid. "Why'd you do this?"
Kentas blinked at him, cocking his head to the side. Wasn't it obvious? "You've brought me dinner twice already."
He got a blank stare in return, before it turned into a frown again. "I was getting food for myself the first time, and the second time, you'd missed dinner."
Kentas gazed at him. "You didn't have to do that, but you did."
M-21 huffed, smiling. "I suppose." He pulled his phone out, tapping something on it. He was putting it away when it buzzed twice. M-21 looked at the screen and then rolled his eyes. "Tao," he explained without tapping another reply. The phone buzzed again and M-21 didn't look at it, slipping it in his pocket.
"Did you get enough for yourself?" M-21 asked as he sat on the edge of the rooftop.
Kentas shook his head, sitting next to him. "I made enough for you — I wasn't hungry." Humans seemed to need to eat more often than werewolves did.
M-21 paused from picking up a piece, than glanced down at the rest of it again. "You cooked this?"
He nodded. "And hunted it outside the city." He'd talked with Frankenstein beforehand about the best places to hunt and where to avoid accidentally grabbing someone's pet. "Frankenstein gave me the box."
"...You really go all out, huh," M-21 said, taking a bite.
"You think me cooking you a meal is excessive?" Kentas asked, watching him. "I was just paying you back." M-21 had given him human food and he repaid with werewolf food.
"Compared to how much effort I put into getting your dinner, yeah." Then he frowned at the food. "But it's not like I know what's normal in things like this," he muttered.
"Does that matter?" Kentas asked, exhaling. M-21 jerked his head up to stare at him. "There's not much about this that's 'normal'." For either of them. He hadn't heard of any other werewolves being with humans before.
M-21 opened and closed his mouth, no words coming out. Then he snorted, shaking his head. "So we'll just take it day by day?"
"Sounds good," Kentas said, grinning. They had the time.
I haven't seen the ova, so I don't know how widespread the knowledge about Muzaka and Ashleen was.