Log: Ryutaro & Milo
[ Ryutaro (nervelessmile) & Milo (bi_sensei) ]
[ 1035 Kuro ]
[ G ]
[ Milo comes over to meet his new neighbor, Ryutaro with a gift :3 ]
Milo had been going around and trying to introduce himself to the immediate neighbors. It was an American habit that he had never been able to shake. The fact that Japanese loved getting presents from foreigners didn't really help him get rid of it either.
Everyone just got so much friendlier when pie was involved.
The brown haired man took the pie out of the oven. He had been surprised to see Apple Pie mix at Jusco's, but at the same time he was very thankful. The American couldn't bake from scratch for shit. He had tried so many times and yet everything always came out like it had been cooked by a rabid monkey.
Or so one of his friends from Tokyo told him.
The pie was wrapped up and Milo easily scooped it up and went out to go talk to one of the neighbors to the left of his house. This house was the same size of his own so he wondered what kind of person lived there.
He still hadn't encountered anyone who Atsushi might have had disagreements with.
Milo went up the house's door and rang the doorbell. "Hello?" He called out in English.
Ryutaro was in his darkroom finally developing the photos he had taken for his clients. It was so refreshing to be back in the darkroom after neglecting it for such a long time. The smell of the sour fixer and the sound of faucet running made Ryutaro so mellow and comfortable. He had his radio on, playing some sort of rock song though Ryutaro wasn't paying attention. He carefully dipped the photo paper into the dark brown liquid, his lips curving into a smile as the picture appeared crisp and clear.
He flinched as he heard the loud doorbell echo through the house and he froze. Ryutaro wasn't expecting anyone...anxiety filled his mind as he quickly put the photo in the fixer and turned off the water. He froze, listening if he could hear anything. His eyes widened as he heard the faint 'Hello'. It didn't sound like anyone he knew...it sound like a Westerner. What the... Ryutaro took off the black apron he wore and quickly exited his darkroom, walking down the hallway.
His hand grabbed the doorbell and he took a deep breath. It wasn't the police...they would have said something else...it wasn't Satsuki or Zull. Ryutaro opened his front door and peeked through. His eyes widened as he saw the American man in front of him. W-what?! Ryutaro didn't know an ounce of English besides the simple 'Hello' and 'I don't understand English'. What was he doing there? Ryutaro's voice decided not to work as his eyes stared at the man. "..."
Milo flushed slightly at his neighbor's blank look at him. "Uh, um.." He held out the apple pie to the man. "Sorry if I interrupted you or anything, but I'm Milo Ventimiglia and I thought since I just moved in a couple houses down I'd make you something to introduce myself with."
It sounded so stupid. Milo flushed more. He felt rather cheesy about the whole thing now, but he hoped this neighbor would be gracious like most of the other people had been.
A small smile formed on the American's face, trying to make a good impression.
It had taken Ryutaro a few several moments to process the words the American told him. What, wait? Ryutaro had noticed that the 'For Sale' sign was removed from Atsushi's old yard so someone had obviously bought the house. Ryutaro was staring at his new next-door neighbor. He was relieved when the other started talking in fluent Japanese and his lips curved into a small, shy smile.
"No, that's alright. It's a pleasure to meet you Milo, I'm Ryutaro." He said, not even taking an attempt to pronounce his last name. "Uh..." Ryutaro looked down at the pie, a small blush coming to his cheeks. What is that... Whatever it was, it looked good and Ryutaro felt somewhat flattered that he was receiving a gift. Yet, it could be poisoned. After a moment of hesitation, he took the pie in his hands. Ryutaro's eyes found their way back to Milo, studying his appearance. He hasn't seen any Americans in Akachou so, his curiosity shot through the roof.
"Thanks a lot but...what is it?" He was sure he had seen it somewhere...it was probably some American thing Ryutaro had no idea about.
Milo banked Ryutaro's name into his mind and smiled wider.
"Oh.. uh, It's apple pie." Milo flushed again. "I thought that since I was American I might as well bring over an American kind of food. It's a really tasty kind of dessert if you didn't know for sure.." It sounded so unbelievably cheesy to the brunette's mind now, but he just accepted that that was how he was.
His friends teased him about it, but usually said that was one of the reasons they liked him.. and girls.. well girls liked everything about Milo.. from his muscles to his personality. They liked everything but the fact that he was too bashful to get naked and have sex with them.
Ryutaro watched Milo as he continued to talk about what was in his hands. Ryutaro's fascination with him grew with each second and a new goal was burned into his mind. To get to know everything about Milo. Why? Because he was Ryutaro, of course. "Ahh, that's interesting. Thanks again." Ryutaro nodded before biting his lip. He would need to put the warm pie down before he dropped it, knowing his luck.
"Do you want to come in?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. Last time he let someone in his house, he let out his whole life story but he promised himself that would never happen again. He didn't want to scare his next door neighbor and he heard Americans had big mouths. Milo was making a good first impression though, he seemed very polite which was the exact opposite of the rumors Ryutaro had heard about Americans.
"No problem, I like to make a good impression," Milo replied, smiling as usual. Ryutaro seemed nice, he couldn't be the one Atsushi had had a problem with either.. but then again maybe Atsushi just had some bad misunderstanding.
Oh well.. Milo didn't want to pry, he wasn't nosy like that.
"Oh sure, I would like that. I like getting to know my neighbors." He hadn't been invited to anyone else's house, but that was how it always was. Ryutaro seemed to be around his age though, maybe he could find a friend in this man? Well he'd hopefully at least get along with him.
Ryutaro's smile got wider and he nodded, motioning the man to come in. He turned around and started walking down the hallway and to the kitchen. He glanced behind his shoulder to make sure Milo was following him before he set the pie on the counter.
"It's nice to have a new neighbor. I used to know the man that lived in the house you live in." And I'm the reason he left. Just saying or hearing Atsushi's name made him nervous. Whatever, it wasn't his problem anything, Atsushi was living his own life and so was Ryutaro. He raked his fingers through his hair as he leaned against the counter, watching Milo. "Did you want something to drink...?" What did Americans drink? Oh shut up, Ryutaro, he isn't a whole different species.
"Um, if you have any kind of fruit juice that would be great," Milo replied smiling. He went to sit at a chair by the kitchen table and hoped that the other man wouldn't mind.
"Yeah, I met him, the man who used to live there.. Atsushi.. he seems nice. I'm going to help him with his English on Monday after I get back from work." Milo was so nervous about Monday. He was hoping that the fact that he was going to see Atsushi would get him through anything bad that might happen.
The man had heard lots of horror stories when it came to teaching English.
Ryutaro nodded at the other's request and walked over to the refridgerator, opening it and taking out a carton of fruit juice he bought when he went grocery shopping. He took out a glass from the cupboard and opened the brand new carton of juice. He listened to the man and froze at the sound of Atsushi's name. He knows him!? Ryutaro's eyes narrowed slightly as he grip around the glass cup tightened.
English lessons. Oh god. Ryutaro began to wonder what they talked about...if Atsushi ever stated his reason why he moved or if he warned Milo about him. No. Milo wouldn't have came over with a gift and be so polite. "...Oh really." He said as he finally poured the juice into the glass before forcing the small smile back on his lips and gave the glass to Milo.
"Yeah, he left some papers at the house so he came to retrieve them and we got along really well." Milo took the cup from Ryutaro and nodded. "Thank you."
He sipped at his drink and he leaned back into his chair. The house was nice as were many in the area. Milo still counted himself incredibly lucky that he had gotten Atsushi's house at a rather cheap price.
"So I guess you're curious to why I'm living here now?" Everyone always is, and Milo didn't expect this Japanese man to be any different. Not that any of those questions bothered him.
"I see." Ryutaro replied before leaning back onto the counter. He wondered how Atsushi was doing, if he suffered a lot of pain from the fall and if he still had bruises around his neck. He doubted it, he didn't want to think about it but his curiosity continued to go on and on in his mind. As long as Milo doesn't know, I guess it's alright. He had thought to himself before his new neighbor asked a question.
He looked over at him and smirked. "Is it really that obvious?" He laughed softly before nodding. "Well, of course. I haven't seen any Americans in Akachou...this isn't the most active place in the world so, what's your reason?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Milo’s smile grew. “I’m the new English teacher at Akachou High,” he announced brightly while setting his glass down.
“I have to admit I’m actually kind of nervous because I haven’t had much experience teaching High School students before and I’ve heard horror stories about English native teachers having trouble… I hope they all like me.” He was babbling off a bit, but the American couldn’t help it.
He liked to talk about himself (though he never realized it) and he was so nervous just thinking about the coming Monday. He wanted the kids to like him so badly.
Ryutaro stayed quiet as the other man talked, absorbing all the information about the American. That was a good thing about Westerners, that they didn't hesitate to talk. He nodded and his ears perked up at the mention at the name of the highschool. Zull goes there... He thought, his lips smiling at the thought. He wondered if Milo would be his teacher...yet, it would be a bit awkward to see a student go over Ryutaro's house.
"Ahh, that's interesting. Well, I do wish you luck. English is a hard language so, students get pretty restless." He replied. "But, if you're patient with them, I'm sure you'll do fine." He said as he gave him a reassuring smile.
Milo flushed slightly once again, but nodded. “Thank you, I’ll keep that in my mind. I know I’m overreacting, I just want people to like me.” He laughed a bit to himself and then drank the rest of his juice up.
“You’re nice, I’m glad we were able to meet.” He nodded and then motioned towards his pie. “It should taste all right. I found a mix at Jusco’s oddly enough, so it didn’t have to be subject to my horrible baking-from-scratch skills. If you like apples, you’ll probably like it.” Some people had had the pies before here, but there were some who had never seen on in their life. Most did enjoy the taste.. or they had been too polite to tell them that they hated it.
The latter was very probable in this country.
Ryutaro looked over at the pie and stared at it. He hoped it would taste alright, he wasn't going to try it in front of the man of course. It could be poisoned and then he would be able to go and take all of my things. He worried in his mind as he chewed on his bottom lip. If anything, he would like to die in peace, not knowing that his photography equipment and other prized possessions were taken again. Shut up, Ryutaro!
"Ah, it looks good though. I like apples, so, I bet it will taste good." He nodded, never knowing there was such a thing at Jusco. Not like he paid much attention to the items anyways. "I'll try some later after my dinner. Thanks again, it must have been a hassle. I can't cook for the life of me." He chuckled lightly. "I always managed to burn or overcook something. I guess I just don't have the patience for it."
“I can’t cook anything from scratch, but if it comes in a box I can usually make it.” Milo smiled amused. Of course he had a harder time cooking Japanese food. It was all so much different than what he had grown up eating.
And he refused to eat instant ramen often, he was too worried of what it would do to his health. His body had always been very important to him, after seeing many of his relatives die from horrible lifestyles where they were over weight and had high blood pressure and cholesterol. Milo had vowed to become nothing like them during High School.
Some how he had kept the pledge all through College and up until now.
"Even I lack in that area." Ryutaro laughed softly. Even if he tried to follow it step by step on the box, he had always managed to burn, over or under cook it. Maybe he should teach himself that he had to stay in the kitchen besides getting easily distracted. He just wasn't made to cook at all. "I'm usually a take-out person." He replied. Yes, it was so much more convenient but it definitely made a dent in his wallet.
"I suppose my parents failed to teach me how to cook, so, I have to learn everything on my own." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. His parents actually didn't teach him much, more like how to never get married since it will just end up in a nasty fight and divorce. Thank you Mother and Father. He sneered in his mind.
"My parents could cook about as much as me, but my grandmother would bake a ton of things from scratch all the time. I miss her.” The old woman was still alive and kicking and probably had a few more years to go.
Milo’s eyes glanced at his watch. “Ah! I should be going, I was going to go jogging before I had to look over lesson plans for tomorrow. It was really nice meeting you Ryutaro-san.” The American got up and bowed slightly.
Ryutaro pushed himself off of the counter as he heard the other. "Ahh, alright." He was sure the other man had a lot of work to do and was probably anxious about his first day teaching. He returned the small bow. "It was really nice meeting you too, Milo. Good luck with your work." He said as he walked out of his kitchen, leading the other man to his front door, opening it.
"You're welcome to come over anytime." So I can watch you. "I'm usually home most of the time." He said, his lips curving into a warm smile. "Thanks again for the pie, I'll return the favor." By stalking you.
Milo smiled brightly and he slipped his shoes back on. “Cool, thank you, I’ll come over again soon. Maybe when I don’t want to grade papers alone or something.” Milo nodded, that would be nice. He wasn’t very fond of doing things alone in his big house anyway.
“Maybe I’ll come by later this week.” His long legs brought him out the door and he waved as he started off home.
He liked Ryutaro. He was sure that they would be friends.
"You're very welcome." He nodded, thinking of how it was like to grade papers. Ryutaro would absolutely hate it...reading stupid work of highschool students and having to go through every sheet of paper to correct, all kinds of crap. I'll just watch you instead.
"Ahh, alright. I'll be looking forward to that." He replied as he waved back to him, watching Milo walk down his pathway and down the sidewalk. Ryutaro had just found his new side project, excited to start working as soon as possible. Perfect.
Fin.
[ 1035 Kuro ]
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[ Milo comes over to meet his new neighbor, Ryutaro with a gift :3 ]
Milo had been going around and trying to introduce himself to the immediate neighbors. It was an American habit that he had never been able to shake. The fact that Japanese loved getting presents from foreigners didn't really help him get rid of it either.
Everyone just got so much friendlier when pie was involved.
The brown haired man took the pie out of the oven. He had been surprised to see Apple Pie mix at Jusco's, but at the same time he was very thankful. The American couldn't bake from scratch for shit. He had tried so many times and yet everything always came out like it had been cooked by a rabid monkey.
Or so one of his friends from Tokyo told him.
The pie was wrapped up and Milo easily scooped it up and went out to go talk to one of the neighbors to the left of his house. This house was the same size of his own so he wondered what kind of person lived there.
He still hadn't encountered anyone who Atsushi might have had disagreements with.
Milo went up the house's door and rang the doorbell. "Hello?" He called out in English.
Ryutaro was in his darkroom finally developing the photos he had taken for his clients. It was so refreshing to be back in the darkroom after neglecting it for such a long time. The smell of the sour fixer and the sound of faucet running made Ryutaro so mellow and comfortable. He had his radio on, playing some sort of rock song though Ryutaro wasn't paying attention. He carefully dipped the photo paper into the dark brown liquid, his lips curving into a smile as the picture appeared crisp and clear.
He flinched as he heard the loud doorbell echo through the house and he froze. Ryutaro wasn't expecting anyone...anxiety filled his mind as he quickly put the photo in the fixer and turned off the water. He froze, listening if he could hear anything. His eyes widened as he heard the faint 'Hello'. It didn't sound like anyone he knew...it sound like a Westerner. What the... Ryutaro took off the black apron he wore and quickly exited his darkroom, walking down the hallway.
His hand grabbed the doorbell and he took a deep breath. It wasn't the police...they would have said something else...it wasn't Satsuki or Zull. Ryutaro opened his front door and peeked through. His eyes widened as he saw the American man in front of him. W-what?! Ryutaro didn't know an ounce of English besides the simple 'Hello' and 'I don't understand English'. What was he doing there? Ryutaro's voice decided not to work as his eyes stared at the man. "..."
Milo flushed slightly at his neighbor's blank look at him. "Uh, um.." He held out the apple pie to the man. "Sorry if I interrupted you or anything, but I'm Milo Ventimiglia and I thought since I just moved in a couple houses down I'd make you something to introduce myself with."
It sounded so stupid. Milo flushed more. He felt rather cheesy about the whole thing now, but he hoped this neighbor would be gracious like most of the other people had been.
A small smile formed on the American's face, trying to make a good impression.
It had taken Ryutaro a few several moments to process the words the American told him. What, wait? Ryutaro had noticed that the 'For Sale' sign was removed from Atsushi's old yard so someone had obviously bought the house. Ryutaro was staring at his new next-door neighbor. He was relieved when the other started talking in fluent Japanese and his lips curved into a small, shy smile.
"No, that's alright. It's a pleasure to meet you Milo, I'm Ryutaro." He said, not even taking an attempt to pronounce his last name. "Uh..." Ryutaro looked down at the pie, a small blush coming to his cheeks. What is that... Whatever it was, it looked good and Ryutaro felt somewhat flattered that he was receiving a gift. Yet, it could be poisoned. After a moment of hesitation, he took the pie in his hands. Ryutaro's eyes found their way back to Milo, studying his appearance. He hasn't seen any Americans in Akachou so, his curiosity shot through the roof.
"Thanks a lot but...what is it?" He was sure he had seen it somewhere...it was probably some American thing Ryutaro had no idea about.
Milo banked Ryutaro's name into his mind and smiled wider.
"Oh.. uh, It's apple pie." Milo flushed again. "I thought that since I was American I might as well bring over an American kind of food. It's a really tasty kind of dessert if you didn't know for sure.." It sounded so unbelievably cheesy to the brunette's mind now, but he just accepted that that was how he was.
His friends teased him about it, but usually said that was one of the reasons they liked him.. and girls.. well girls liked everything about Milo.. from his muscles to his personality. They liked everything but the fact that he was too bashful to get naked and have sex with them.
Ryutaro watched Milo as he continued to talk about what was in his hands. Ryutaro's fascination with him grew with each second and a new goal was burned into his mind. To get to know everything about Milo. Why? Because he was Ryutaro, of course. "Ahh, that's interesting. Thanks again." Ryutaro nodded before biting his lip. He would need to put the warm pie down before he dropped it, knowing his luck.
"Do you want to come in?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. Last time he let someone in his house, he let out his whole life story but he promised himself that would never happen again. He didn't want to scare his next door neighbor and he heard Americans had big mouths. Milo was making a good first impression though, he seemed very polite which was the exact opposite of the rumors Ryutaro had heard about Americans.
"No problem, I like to make a good impression," Milo replied, smiling as usual. Ryutaro seemed nice, he couldn't be the one Atsushi had had a problem with either.. but then again maybe Atsushi just had some bad misunderstanding.
Oh well.. Milo didn't want to pry, he wasn't nosy like that.
"Oh sure, I would like that. I like getting to know my neighbors." He hadn't been invited to anyone else's house, but that was how it always was. Ryutaro seemed to be around his age though, maybe he could find a friend in this man? Well he'd hopefully at least get along with him.
Ryutaro's smile got wider and he nodded, motioning the man to come in. He turned around and started walking down the hallway and to the kitchen. He glanced behind his shoulder to make sure Milo was following him before he set the pie on the counter.
"It's nice to have a new neighbor. I used to know the man that lived in the house you live in." And I'm the reason he left. Just saying or hearing Atsushi's name made him nervous. Whatever, it wasn't his problem anything, Atsushi was living his own life and so was Ryutaro. He raked his fingers through his hair as he leaned against the counter, watching Milo. "Did you want something to drink...?" What did Americans drink? Oh shut up, Ryutaro, he isn't a whole different species.
"Um, if you have any kind of fruit juice that would be great," Milo replied smiling. He went to sit at a chair by the kitchen table and hoped that the other man wouldn't mind.
"Yeah, I met him, the man who used to live there.. Atsushi.. he seems nice. I'm going to help him with his English on Monday after I get back from work." Milo was so nervous about Monday. He was hoping that the fact that he was going to see Atsushi would get him through anything bad that might happen.
The man had heard lots of horror stories when it came to teaching English.
Ryutaro nodded at the other's request and walked over to the refridgerator, opening it and taking out a carton of fruit juice he bought when he went grocery shopping. He took out a glass from the cupboard and opened the brand new carton of juice. He listened to the man and froze at the sound of Atsushi's name. He knows him!? Ryutaro's eyes narrowed slightly as he grip around the glass cup tightened.
English lessons. Oh god. Ryutaro began to wonder what they talked about...if Atsushi ever stated his reason why he moved or if he warned Milo about him. No. Milo wouldn't have came over with a gift and be so polite. "...Oh really." He said as he finally poured the juice into the glass before forcing the small smile back on his lips and gave the glass to Milo.
"Yeah, he left some papers at the house so he came to retrieve them and we got along really well." Milo took the cup from Ryutaro and nodded. "Thank you."
He sipped at his drink and he leaned back into his chair. The house was nice as were many in the area. Milo still counted himself incredibly lucky that he had gotten Atsushi's house at a rather cheap price.
"So I guess you're curious to why I'm living here now?" Everyone always is, and Milo didn't expect this Japanese man to be any different. Not that any of those questions bothered him.
"I see." Ryutaro replied before leaning back onto the counter. He wondered how Atsushi was doing, if he suffered a lot of pain from the fall and if he still had bruises around his neck. He doubted it, he didn't want to think about it but his curiosity continued to go on and on in his mind. As long as Milo doesn't know, I guess it's alright. He had thought to himself before his new neighbor asked a question.
He looked over at him and smirked. "Is it really that obvious?" He laughed softly before nodding. "Well, of course. I haven't seen any Americans in Akachou...this isn't the most active place in the world so, what's your reason?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Milo’s smile grew. “I’m the new English teacher at Akachou High,” he announced brightly while setting his glass down.
“I have to admit I’m actually kind of nervous because I haven’t had much experience teaching High School students before and I’ve heard horror stories about English native teachers having trouble… I hope they all like me.” He was babbling off a bit, but the American couldn’t help it.
He liked to talk about himself (though he never realized it) and he was so nervous just thinking about the coming Monday. He wanted the kids to like him so badly.
Ryutaro stayed quiet as the other man talked, absorbing all the information about the American. That was a good thing about Westerners, that they didn't hesitate to talk. He nodded and his ears perked up at the mention at the name of the highschool. Zull goes there... He thought, his lips smiling at the thought. He wondered if Milo would be his teacher...yet, it would be a bit awkward to see a student go over Ryutaro's house.
"Ahh, that's interesting. Well, I do wish you luck. English is a hard language so, students get pretty restless." He replied. "But, if you're patient with them, I'm sure you'll do fine." He said as he gave him a reassuring smile.
Milo flushed slightly once again, but nodded. “Thank you, I’ll keep that in my mind. I know I’m overreacting, I just want people to like me.” He laughed a bit to himself and then drank the rest of his juice up.
“You’re nice, I’m glad we were able to meet.” He nodded and then motioned towards his pie. “It should taste all right. I found a mix at Jusco’s oddly enough, so it didn’t have to be subject to my horrible baking-from-scratch skills. If you like apples, you’ll probably like it.” Some people had had the pies before here, but there were some who had never seen on in their life. Most did enjoy the taste.. or they had been too polite to tell them that they hated it.
The latter was very probable in this country.
Ryutaro looked over at the pie and stared at it. He hoped it would taste alright, he wasn't going to try it in front of the man of course. It could be poisoned and then he would be able to go and take all of my things. He worried in his mind as he chewed on his bottom lip. If anything, he would like to die in peace, not knowing that his photography equipment and other prized possessions were taken again. Shut up, Ryutaro!
"Ah, it looks good though. I like apples, so, I bet it will taste good." He nodded, never knowing there was such a thing at Jusco. Not like he paid much attention to the items anyways. "I'll try some later after my dinner. Thanks again, it must have been a hassle. I can't cook for the life of me." He chuckled lightly. "I always managed to burn or overcook something. I guess I just don't have the patience for it."
“I can’t cook anything from scratch, but if it comes in a box I can usually make it.” Milo smiled amused. Of course he had a harder time cooking Japanese food. It was all so much different than what he had grown up eating.
And he refused to eat instant ramen often, he was too worried of what it would do to his health. His body had always been very important to him, after seeing many of his relatives die from horrible lifestyles where they were over weight and had high blood pressure and cholesterol. Milo had vowed to become nothing like them during High School.
Some how he had kept the pledge all through College and up until now.
"Even I lack in that area." Ryutaro laughed softly. Even if he tried to follow it step by step on the box, he had always managed to burn, over or under cook it. Maybe he should teach himself that he had to stay in the kitchen besides getting easily distracted. He just wasn't made to cook at all. "I'm usually a take-out person." He replied. Yes, it was so much more convenient but it definitely made a dent in his wallet.
"I suppose my parents failed to teach me how to cook, so, I have to learn everything on my own." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. His parents actually didn't teach him much, more like how to never get married since it will just end up in a nasty fight and divorce. Thank you Mother and Father. He sneered in his mind.
"My parents could cook about as much as me, but my grandmother would bake a ton of things from scratch all the time. I miss her.” The old woman was still alive and kicking and probably had a few more years to go.
Milo’s eyes glanced at his watch. “Ah! I should be going, I was going to go jogging before I had to look over lesson plans for tomorrow. It was really nice meeting you Ryutaro-san.” The American got up and bowed slightly.
Ryutaro pushed himself off of the counter as he heard the other. "Ahh, alright." He was sure the other man had a lot of work to do and was probably anxious about his first day teaching. He returned the small bow. "It was really nice meeting you too, Milo. Good luck with your work." He said as he walked out of his kitchen, leading the other man to his front door, opening it.
"You're welcome to come over anytime." So I can watch you. "I'm usually home most of the time." He said, his lips curving into a warm smile. "Thanks again for the pie, I'll return the favor." By stalking you.
Milo smiled brightly and he slipped his shoes back on. “Cool, thank you, I’ll come over again soon. Maybe when I don’t want to grade papers alone or something.” Milo nodded, that would be nice. He wasn’t very fond of doing things alone in his big house anyway.
“Maybe I’ll come by later this week.” His long legs brought him out the door and he waved as he started off home.
He liked Ryutaro. He was sure that they would be friends.
"You're very welcome." He nodded, thinking of how it was like to grade papers. Ryutaro would absolutely hate it...reading stupid work of highschool students and having to go through every sheet of paper to correct, all kinds of crap. I'll just watch you instead.
"Ahh, alright. I'll be looking forward to that." He replied as he waved back to him, watching Milo walk down his pathway and down the sidewalk. Ryutaro had just found his new side project, excited to start working as soon as possible. Perfect.
Fin.