A villain takes with the desire of outsmarting the enemy by any means possible. Saros is no different. He fights the hero, commits evil deeds, and strikes fear into the hearts of all the citizens of Wallowdale, but what he thought to be his nemesis'...
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Arms crossed and eyes narrowed, Saros glared down at the simple, unassuming diner across the street, his right foot tapping incessantly with impatience.
'Honestly, how long could it possibly take to bring out food?' His hunger only fueled his annoyance, leaving him with the desire to burst in there himself, but the villain refrained. He had already sent an errand boy to fetch the order for him. Unfortunately for him, however, the man he chose to take on the minor task was sidetracked by a gorgeous waitress he decided to flirt with, taking up even more of his time. He should thank his lucky stars that Saros hadn't discovered this, otherwise he might've found himself kicked into the sun for his impertinence. The big, bad King of Villainy was starting to wish he had just cloaked himself and gone in, but truthfully, it was much simpler this way. Well, at least, he assumed as much. Clearly, he wouldn't be making that assumption again.
Right as he was about to blow a gasket, his tension eased at the sight of his minion leaving the building with a take-out bag. The expression on the slightly younger man's face was full of disappointment, having been shot down by the woman he chose to waste his boss' precious time with. Even as he headed towards the rendezvous point, Saros was at the back of his mind. Seeing this, the villain rolled his eyes, still oblivious to what had transpired inside the restaurant, though really, he didn't care.
At least the food was ready and he could head home now, back to Y/N. Just imagining her lighting up as she ate the waffles she ordered soothed any remaining hatred in his chest, allowing him to dawn a calm and collected face as he walked across the roof he stood upon to jump down near the car that was parked in the alleyway behind the building. The moment the carrier was in sight, Saros made a motion with his hand to retrieve the bag, making the man jump a little as it flew out of his grasp and into his superior's.
"About time. Did you plan to leave me standing here like a starved animal? Leave me waiting like that again and I'll start ripping out one tooth for every wasted minute," he threatens coldly. On an ordinary occasion, he wouldn't have left it as a warning, but he was in no mood for torturing at the moment. All he could think about is how much more time it would waste, keeping him away from his 'captive'. Scolding would have to suffice. He was lucky to have caught him in such a merciful mood. Straightening his posture, the blonde nodded his head vigorously to show his point had gotten through, looking a little anxious.
"Won't happen again, Sir, I swear!"
"Let's hope that it doesn't." Sighing, Saros shakes his head, done with this conversation. "Now, get in the car. We're leaving." Turning to face the pitch-black vehicle, he was about to grasp the handle when his underling spoke again, making him pause.
