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[lured-into-wonderland]

the coyote trots into his home after a rough day of work ensuring a client's safety through one of the more harsh neighborhoods of the city, his back riddled with holes, the remains of his commitment towards the safety of the client and his dedication of ensuring so. his jacket is taken off, revealing the crimson-stained dress-shirt, the metallic stench still lingering despite the wounds had already been healed during his walk back home. shoulder-slung handgun holster, complete with the heavy piece of iron is hung on the same hanger with his coat. almost expectantly, Nunnally comes rushing to greet Khaz after he was seemingly home much later than he had initially anticipated and estimated, surely an accident and not wanting to Nunnally to worry her poor, little head for his welfare. a rare sight for her, the coyote offers her a reassuring smile that he was fine, the scar at the corner of his lips stretching with the friendly expression.

"-sorry fer' makin' a trend out of this, I promise it's not on purpose. jus' got some piss-poor luck sometimes." a hearty, yet quieted chuckle rumbles tenderly through his chest. "say, how about I put on some coffee and we take the day to relax? I need a few days t' cool down and was thinkin' about spending time with someone with a certain someone."

She is sitting on the sofa, seemingly reading a book, but Nunnally is not able to focus on it. It is more like idly flipping the pages. Khaz is late. Again. She should have gotten used to it by now, but she didn’t. She is listening to clock ticking, her mind painting the worst scenarios in front of her eyes, she's waiting for the so-desired sound of they key unlocking the door. Finally, it is! The door opens. She rushes to the door not sure if she’s more in the mood to hug him or scold him.

Whatever she intended to say or do, it all vanishes upon seeing the blood stains on his shirt: --

“Khaz…” – his name slips her lips, but she just cannot find herself being an additional burden for him. Nunnally reciprocates his smile, stretching out her small hand towards him, her long digits gently caressing his cheek – “Welcome home. I…I’ve been waiting for you…” – she quietly listens to his explanation. He should quit his job. It’s not worth it.

“That’s okay…” – she says although it isn’t; it should become easier for her, but it only gets worse – “But it seems there were others who had even worse day…” – Nunnally attempts to joke, but she’s aware it’s rather a poor one. She kisses his cheek, gently, quickly, shyly. But his words fills her heart with joy: --

“I’ll put the kettle on and prepare some coffee…if you like. You can change…or take a shower.” – her eyes wander onto his gun. She shivers, she doesn’t like it; she never did like guns. She sighs deeply, taking his arm and pressing her small head onto his shoulder; her hair a mess – “It sounds great Khaz…We need some peaceful time…together. You need to rest.” – she underlines ‘you’ and ‘rest', though Nunnally is aware Khaz will not listen to her. She should rest, too, but she'd not think about her own needs. She never does.

“There’s a winter fair downtown. We could go and see the lights…or simply stay at home and enjoy a movie together.” – she guides him inside to the living-room. The light is dim, but Nunnally prefers it that way. A cup with already cold tea. The blanket on the floor. The forgotten book. These little signs of her nervousness from just a few moments ago. So similar surrounding every time he’s late.

She’s just about to disappear in the kitchen. But just before she’s to enter there, she stops. Her head and shoulders fell down: --

“…”

“…have you ever thought to quit…?” – her voice is less than a whisper.

“I apologize, Khaz. I really do.” – she’s quick to withdraw; Nunnally finally disappears. No-one promised it would be easy. But no-one warned it would be that difficult either.

Though she doesn’t want to leave. She’ll stay.

“Would you like some cookies to go with the coffee…?” – she tries to make her voice sound cheerful. Casual. As if he didn't just come back with bloody stains. She can pretend he didn't. She's good at pretending. Usually. But not today...?

@untoterxhund

[aaternum-a]

don't mind him as he swings on by. khaz is just checking in and making sure that she's doing alright, although it wasn't by surprise as he'd send her a text before hand. the interaction is unfortunately wordless, asides from the standard 'hello' and 'no that's nothing new, don't worry' although he does bring a warm cup of tea and some snacks, a warm smile from scarred lips. the coyote wishes he could stay, if not just for a few more minutes but knowing him, he must've had some job or gig lined up after the small interaction. he didn't make much of it but he had placed a little note within the package of snacks with small folded note that essentially just read as ' have a great day at work! ' in his nearly illegible chicken-scratch, printed handwriting.

There’s no mistaking the palpable surprise of her rosy features as he places the warm cup and bag of treats into her unsuspecting hands. She imagined his impromptu visit had been work-related, giving little thought to the early text or his arrival. It’s brief, traded formalities and curious eyes cataloging the new injuries he’d suffered since she’d seen him last. But he denies it’s anything to be concerned about, a rebuttal that's swiftly met with further scrutiny and a defeated, sheepish smile. It looks like she’s just a momentary stop, bright eyes expectantly awaiting an inquiry or information. But instead it’s a gift. She can’t remember the last time someone had been so considerate, evident by the way she flounders in response, sputtering ‘thanks’. And it seems her window of opportunity to ask if that’s all he’d dropped by for has closed, mirroring his smile as he’s already off on his own way. Ryu lags in the doorway, waiting until he’s disappeared back into the crowd to  find her way back inside. The tea’s still warm and she brings it to her lips, eyes studying the little note he’d tucked away with the other snacks he’d brought. 

A few moments later she’s pulled out her phone, sending a quick message.

[ Ryu ] 10:02:10 AM : make sure you come back in one piece from wherever you’re headed! you’re running out of places to scar. 😤 [ Ryu ] 10:04:35 AM : and thanks for the food. when you’re back around .. visit me again & maybe stay a little. we can go get something to eat together! [ Ryu ] 10:05:22 AM : also your handwriting? 0/10. but .. i hope you have a great day too. 'till next time!