✔ The Hunters | Garou

FOURTH HUNT

STUPID SMILE

"There will always be a person who looks like a poem earth wrote to keep you alive" 

- Juansen Dizon

My eyes fluttered open at the sound of birdsong.

I squinted at the unfamiliar surroundings. In my field of vision were the legs of a coffee table, and my bandaged arm stretched towards it.

Where am I?

My eyes caught the hot pink couch.

Tenrou's place.

She gave me a futon that had a wolf print on it. She told me that she bought it because it reminded her of me and how we were called wolves in our primary school days. I thought it was strange for her to like a nickname that was meant to be derogatory.

But she bought this because it reminded her of me, huh? That sentiment oddly warmed my heart. Being remembered is kind of nice, I have to admit.

Either way, she gave me the futon and I took my spot in the living room in between the television set and the coffee table. I rolled on my back and yawned. Craning my neck upwards, I looked at the balcony doors behind me dressed with wispy light pink curtains.

The light outside was turning from their somber blues to bright yellows. Six in the morning, huh?

I sat up and yawned again, wondering about who I should hunt. I habitually did a couple stretches for my body and then headed to the bathroom (which was also pink, by the way) to do my business.

I then stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. Some of my hair was falling over my face, and I blew some air out of my mouth at it. It flew upwards, and I chuckled in amusement.

"Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who's the most unbiased monster of them all?" I recited with a smirk.

While my reflection stared back with its own smirk, I replied with a cackle, "It's me of course!"

I quit my tomfoolery and started brushing my teeth. Living on the streets didn't afford me this luxury, so I brushed them thoroughly.

There was a gentle knock on the door. I unlocked it and opened it to see Tenrou, who was rubbing her eyes. Her disheveled hair was tied in a loose braid, and there were creases of her pillow on her face.

"You seem to have slept well, huh?" I asked with a snort.

She hummed lazily as she stood next to me, grabbed her toothpaste and toothbrush, and started brushing her teeth. I was a little surprised that she seemed unfazed by the fact that I was not wearing a shirt. Most normal women would not oppose seeing a half-naked man.

Well, I was kind of not half-naked as I was dressed in bandages. Either way, she's either used to seeing half-naked men, is pretending not to care, or just really doesn't care at all. I'm not sure why this is even worth the analysis.

I spat out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth. Damn, my mouth feels like it's in heaven right now.

As I grabbed my designated hand towel (yes, it's pink) which was resting beside the sink, I glanced at Tenrou. She dozed off as she brushed and I chuckled as I wiped my face.