Vult nodded in response, watching Pitch’s friend slither out of his room to keep a look out. He crawled out of bed, and went downstairs into the kitchen. He was taught how to use the stove and cook food when he was alone, making it useful to know as he brought out some eggs…
Vult looked to see Pitch coming downstairs carefully, and turned off the stove when he finished cooking. He sat down across from him with his plate of food when the other mentioned of not being downstairs. The male could understand why due to the risk that the merfolk might be able to change form like his friend can. He got up and filled a glass with water, and placed some salt in it before handing it to Pitch.
Blinking at the sound he cocked his head to the side. He thought for a moment before nodding his head. “I can wait though.” Pitch whispered and sat up. He glanced down at the snake as it hissed at him. He nodded and let the snake down to the ground and watched it sliver off. “He’s going to look around.”
Vult nodded in response, watching Pitch’s friend slither out of his room to keep a look out. He crawled out of bed, and went downstairs into the kitchen. He was taught how to use the stove and cook food when he was alone, making it useful to know as he brought out some eggs and some fish that was left. He brought out what he needed and began to cook, a pleasant smell wafting in the air.
His shoulders fell and let out a sigh. “I- I don’t know. I don’t know.” Pitch looked out for the snake and smiled as it wrapped around his arm. “He will look out for us, make sure that we stay far from them. Make sure they stay far from us.” He whispered softly and swallowed in worry.
Vult didn’t blame Pitch for not knowing since he only discovered that he himself could change form. He nodded in understanding, and smiled softly seeing the snake curled around the male. A small growl from his stomach broke the silence, and a small blush crept on his cheeks. “I haven’t eaten yet…are you hungry?”
He yawned and looked up at Vult as the male got up. He smiled and relaxed into the pillow. “I’ll be fine. I’m very sore. My ta-legs hurt but I will be alright. It’s hard to walk.” Pitch whispered and let his eyes close. “We need to stay here.”
Vult was glad to hear Pitch was alright, and thought of helping him adjusting to his legs later. He blinked when he mentioned of staying here, then remembered what happened last night. “Are…they able to change like you can, or are we safe?” he asked, a bit worried of what to do if the other merfolk were able to leave the lagoon.
Victor hummed lowly—a curious sound—as he wondered just what had happened to the other male. Though, with seemingly no memories of what transpired, he wasn’t about to receive an answer any time soon. Regardless, he did what he could about the visible injuries—applying gauzes with tape over those he deemed necessary for the attention after cleaning him up mostly with antiseptic.
“That should do it for now. I suggest you don’t move around too much; some of the wounds haven’t entirely healed—you’ll only end up re-opening them.” closing the box beside him he stood back up again. “…Do you recall anything at all, yet?”
Vult sat still as long as he could while Victor bandages the worst of his wounds, wincing a bit feeling the stinging sensation from the medicine. He carefully laid back down when he was finished, and looked up when asked if he remembered anything. The male tried to think, but his mind gave him no answer but his name. “No, I…can’t remember anything. The last thing I could remember was…near the lake where you found me.”
He nods, “Yeah true,” Delsin couldn’t disagree. They were absolutely right because that’s how it was, “It’s got a lot to do with our economy and market systems,” Look at him, using the boring stuff in school in a real conversation.
He looked back to Delsin, and wondered how he lived his life. “How do you handle everyday life?…I doubt it’s ever a dull day around here, with those ‘D.U.P.’s that I see quite often on the streets,” he asked curiously, his legs dangling off the edge of the roof from his seat.
Aoba tilted his head slightly to the side a bit surprised by the confusion. Nevertheless, he wanted to ease that confusion away. “Are you not from around here?” That was the only question he could think of at the moment.
Vult shook his head his head in response, being unfamiliar with their surroundings. “No, I haven’t been here before. I don’t even recall how I arrived here…” he spoke as he felt very lost, looking down.
He felt the arms around him and blinked awake. He didn’t understand and shrugged his shoulders. Pitch didn’t mind and let out a yawn. He was dry here and that’s what mattered. He wanted the human to stay safe and knew the mers wouldn’t come to land, at least he hoped.
Vult woke up a bit later, and noticed someone else was in bed with him. He saw that Pitch was next to him, and blushed a bit by how close they were. He was relieved to see that the other was alright, and sat up a bit. “Good morning, um…are you alright?”
"Hm, well, I hope this will be one of those currencies. I don’t have anything else." It would be really awkward to be caught out without a way to pay for the food, because in that sense, they’d have to do a dine and dash, or work off the charge. Riku had no time for getting chased around by any law enforcement. He tucked the gold piece back into his pocket, then began to glance around, trying to see if he could spot any place that seemed good. As notorious as he once was, he couldn’t have just wandered into any old place and dined in, so it had been a while since he had tried.
He did eventually get drawn to a smell of some sort, something that seemed baked and cheesy. It looked to be some sort of deli/pizzeria, though Riku didn’t know what the later actually was. Glancing at Vult for a sort of conformation, he went for the door, giving the other time to protest if he didn’t want it.
Vult didn’t seem worried about whether Riku’s munny would be accepted at the food places or not. He followed the other when he was wandering around, and saw him stopped near a pizzeria/deli. He smiled when he turned to him, and followed inside. “This place has good food, and their prices are good. If you want to know what they have, let me know.”
Vult felt another presence enter his room. He felt a comforting coolness as Pitch crawled into the bed with him. He opened his eyes and saw the other sleeping next to him. He felt safer and comforted by his presence, and let his eyes close into a dreamless but comfortable sleep.
He stayed there for a time just sleeping. He had not gotten much during the night. Pitch had been so worried over the merfolk getting up to Vult that he couldn’t. He needed the rest and as long as he was here then the human wouldn’t get hurt. He hoped at least.
It was a first in a long time since he had slept without any dreams. He had snuggles close to Pitch at one point, his arms wrapped loosely around the other’s waist. Feeling his cold skin felt soothing against his own.