Once More (( Darkstache))

sour and sweet

3rd person pov:
If the word grumpy was a person it would be Dark. He has uncanny similarities to Scrooge and the metaphor ' as solitary as an oyster ' fits him comfortably.
The only word that would seem to fit Wil would be passive aggressive. Although decorated in many debatably ugly bright clothing and a matching goofy grin , he has a sinister undertone that many people seem to forget when speaking to him
I'm not saying he wears a mask but, have you seen such a cartoonish looking serial killer before?
It works much too well on everyone he meets, all thinking of him as just a loveable funny guy that can act slightly strange.
Yet he's done such horrible things.
Despite the two men being adverse they sat by eachother alone in the meeting room once the other egos had left.
Talking about anything and everything, happily basking in eachothers company.
Most conversations they have start off as playful arguments, Wil will say something teasing to the other male just to rile him up. It wasnt too hard, glancing at Dark the wrong way causes him to lash out.

Darks pov:
How insulting can one man be?

" well I'm just saying, Darky, being short is nothing to be ashamed off."

Meet Wilford, he needs to earn a world wide title for his insults.

" Of course , good thing I'm not short. Wil." As much as I'd like to keep myself collected it was difficult around him.
Childish and rude. Yet so charming and easy to talk to. Charming? When did I ever think that of him? How could I think that of him? I mean, it's not as if charmed me, right?
Why else would I think of that word then, what caused that to spring up in my vocabular-

" dark? You're zoning out again. I asked where you're heading after this meeting." He asks me, not even a hint of annoyance in his voice. I would be annoyed if someone ignored me, wil is surprisingly patient.

I shake my head, as if to clear my thoughts by moving them around, " home, where else would I be going?"

It's not as if I get invited anywhere, none of the egos seem to like me much. I'm usually left behind on the outings they go out on. Theres a book full of pictures from the adventures they've had, all are of them stood as a group in the place they visited. I'm in none. Not because I didn't want my picture being taken, but because no one had cared to invite me.
Its not like I care. They go to theme parks and carnivals, places aimed at childish people.
Although theres a part of me that wants to be invited. Wants to be stood by my fellow egos to take a silly picture for the book. But itll never happen. So I simply ignore it.

" well you're such a ladies man Dark, I thought you would be going on like fifty dates or something." He scoffs

I roll my eyes, " you know I barely leave my house."

" I know I know...Let me walk you home, might slow you down and make you stay out for longer."

My eyes widened slighty at the offer. It was rather strange of him to offer such a thing. He never has done before.

Wilfords pov:
Maybe I shouldn't have sprung it on him like that so suddenly. I can't read his facial expressions very well , he seems scared, almost.
He purses his lips together as I watch him regain his thoughts like usual,

" Sure. But just this once Warfstache." I could see a slight happy gleam in his eyes, but he looked away from me quickly.

" fantastic! I'll get your coat"

I jumped out my seat and walked over to the coat rack, grabbing the black trench coat he brought to the meeting with him today and bringing it back to him. It was quite rainy, but I would rather be soaking then wear a coat.

.

As we walked we had comfortable conversation, the rain only started when we had reached his front door. He paused for a moment after unlocking his house, then stared up at the rain clouds. He glanced at me, then back at the sky before begrudgingly muttering,
" do you want to come in? To wait out the rain?"

" don't mind if I do!" I don't mind getting wet, but to be invited into Darks house was an honour. No one but him has been inside. 

I skipped in, happily taking in a soft scent of cinnamon. Fits him quite well the scent, a spice that is so sweet yet is still hot and fierce. As I walked further down the hall the gentle cracks of fire greeted me, of course he had a fireplace.

" nice place you got here. Its quite fancy."
It truly was, decorations where neatly placed as far as the eye could see. There was a recurring colour theme of black and red. It also had such a homely feel, so warm and cosy.

" thank you, I try to keep it clean. Follow me" he asked

I did follow him, taking in my surroundings as he took me to the room that explained the fire crackling.
Almost immediately I took a seat in a large red plush chair by the fire pit. I want to dry off from the slight rain seeping through my shirt.

Dark sat opposite me, so of course I glance at him.
He looked so calm here. Less on edge or frustrated. The fire lightly illuminated his face and caught every detail of him perfectly.
He looks soft for once, at peace even. It gives me the chance to take in his features since he isn't briskly walking or yelling at someone.
Pale gray skin, black tuffs of hair, a light stubble wrapping around his jaw and deep black eyes that reflected the blue and red aura around him.

When did he get this noticeably attractive?