Lenis Aureus Peniculus 2-?
Chromyl had learned something that morning, and it was very important.
“Stop laughing!” Chromyl hissed at Sater.
Never, ever tell anything embarrassing or personal to Sater.
Sater could barely speak properly through his laughing fit, “B-but…you…if….I can’t believe…”
“Shut up!” Chromyl was more than a little annoyed since Sater had been laughing at him for over five minutes.
Sater also learned something the same morning.
“But I can’t believe you didn’t wanna go because you don’t know anyone!” Sater burst out laughing, and after a moment of Chromyl angrily glaring at him, he forced himself to stop.
The two had just left the apartment building when Sater had seemed to be acting as a caring friend by asking exactly why Chromyl didn’t want to go to school. And, of course, not being the smartest in the morning, Chromyl told him without hesitation.
Luckily the streets had been empty; else all Sater’s laughing would leave people thinking he was crazy.
“I’m not talking to you anymore.” Chromyl was pissed, and walked ahead of Sater, who was only stunned for a moment by the declaration.
Sater learned not to annoy Chromyl.
“Chromy, wait! I promise not to tell!” Sater jogged to catch up to Chromyl, who looked just like Sater’s cat. There was a washing machine, and, well, now’s not the time for that story.
“No. I’m not talking to you.”
Sater smirked as he thought how immature Chromyl was being about it, especially as he quickly turned his head away from the hazel-eyed boy.
“What?”
“You’re talking to me now, Chromy.”
Chromyl groaned, and turning away from Sater, once again, he began to walk ahead. He didn’t want to be late on his first day at a new school, did he? Plus, he could care less about Sater or his grey terrier.
Chromyl stopped in surprise.
Wait…
Dog……?
Not noticing that Chromyl had stopped, Sater just ran into him, almost falling flat on his butt from the impact.
“Sater…”
Chromyl was wearing a glare darker and deadlier than any Sater had seen since he’d first met the boy.
He spoke carefully, “Yes, Chromy?”
“Why do you have that dog?”
Yes, it is definitely a bad idea to get Chromyl, pissed. Annoyed, people like Sater can handle, but true anger is a different story.
His voice had sounded like the calm rage in the center of a deadly storm.
To put it shortly, Sater was scared shitless.
“H-he’s been, um, following us for the last block or so.” Chromyl stared at the dog, no emotion surfacing in his speech or actions, but Sater knew.
“Oh.” Chromyl’s voice still held its scary quality and hyperactive boy was too scared to think or even say anything.
The silence stretched on, and Sater was beginning to feel very uncomfortable with the being of Chromyl’s hate in his arms.
“He’s dangerous. Put him down.”
Sater complied, crouched down, and put the puppy on the sidewalk. It seemed as though Chromyl was going to do something to it, and advanced towards it.
Thanks a lot.
Sater was startled by the voice and turned his head wildly, searching for its source. Chromyl looked as though he had heard it as well, but only stared at the terrier, with a look of sheer surprise on his face.
“He’s not…what are you doing?!” Chromyl moved to quickly grab the dog, but was too late and had already leaped towards Sater, who was still crouching.
Sater screamed as the dog leaped at him, mouth open, and looking ready to bite. The dog was only inches away from his face and--
“Sater!”