a sprinkle of rainbow • Completed

let out the beast (3/7)

Kongpob feels underdressed beside Arthit's impeccable taste in fashion. He's still in his uniform, but Arthit's all in his black tightly fitted clothing, even with his wide-brim black floppy hat... which by the way, when Kongpob looks at it now that Arthit's walking into a conspicuous-looking part of the forest, he must say, it suits Arthit and it looks like it legit fits his whole clothing.

"Oddly enough, it suits you. It really does," Kongpob can't help but comment.

Arthit raises his eyebrow. "Everything suits me."

Kongpob should be weirded out to see Arthit walking under the sunlight as calmly as possible with his huge floppy hat bumping into Kongpob every three steps he takes. A subtle jab from Arthit to move away from him.

But Arthit looks entertaining to watch, and endearing if Kongpob were to be very honest, even when his aura tells Kongpob that he owns everything around him and yes, including Kongpob.

"The sun won't burn me. But your stare will."

Embarrassed, Kongpob looks at the front where large trees cover where they're intended to go, the same sight he saw a few minutes ago. It's the part of the town that Kongpob hasn't explored yet. But according to his father's stories, this place serves as the Outcast's shelter. Outcast is termed for those ostracized by their kinds- either because of criminal offense or illicit affairs (i.e., falling in love with another kind that is considered low lives of their kinds), but that latter only applies to vampires.

If Arthit's unwavering confidence and sheer knowledge of the place are anything to go by, this isn't the first time he's gone here.

He's old, so of course, he's experienced everything, Kongpob's brain supplies.

"Where exactly are we going?"

"Why do you need to know?"

"Because it's my right to know where you're taking me. I need to know where exactly I'll die so my family and friends would know exactly where to commemorate my memorial."

"Don't worry. I'll tell them," Arthit raises his shades higher. "As my butler, I don't see any reason why you need to know. All you need to do is follow me."

"I didn't become the werewolf prince just to be your butler."

The alpha wolf in him is rearing its head already, wanting to be let out, to force Arthit into submission. Kongpob has had many practices. Controlling the wolf is easier for him. Fortunately for Arthit.

"Well, you agreed. Or, are you backing out of our deal now? Tell me," Arthit flicks his hand, and the lock that falls from his hat from walking positions itself back inside his sun hat.

Kongpob stares, astonished at how effortless and refined that looks when Arthit does that.

"Shame, but that is to be expected from your kind. It's like you can't hold onto any word you said."

Well, if Arthit didn't imply a rambunctious activity, Kongpob wouldn't agree in the first place.

"Fine, I'll stay."

"Good dog."

Kongpob growls. He has two options, take Arthit by surprise and pull his sun hat, watch him burn to the ground, and wait for the inevitable inexistence of his kind; or follow Arthit's craziness, die first because of said craziness, but his kind will have the chance of surpassing the threat. The latter is, of course, the obvious choice.

Thus, Kongpob follows Arthit until he stops in front of a rundown two-story building. Arthit enters the building with Kongpob following behind him.