[x] "... I guess I can't refuse a free shelter. I'll be watching you, though."
You can tell, his intentions are sincere. As for that Marry... Merry... Whatever his name was, you'll have to wait until you see him with your own eyes. But about that offer...
You look around. Grey, everything is bathing in sad grey shade. Even though your spot is still dry, the omnipresent humidity is already seeping into your legs. Despite the fact that you're wearing your warmest clothes. That means, one of two sets you actually possess.
How unpleasant... If you were to stay here, getting a blanket would be a must. At least. On the other hand...
He's still wearing that smile. Sickening. Why is he so eager on getting your agreement?
You can't help but snort at this disturbingly happy face.
Well, at least the shelter he offered is free. And warm and dry, hopefully. If he tries something... Well, he won't, if he values his testicles. The only problem will be that friend of his...
"... I guess..." you begin speaking. The guy's eyes glimmer with anticipation at the sound of your voice. Ugh. "I can't refuse a free... shelter..."
"Great! I mean, of course, you can't stay here, right?" sorta. You're not going to voice your agreement. "Come on, take the umbrella, I can get wet a bit, it won't hurt. Or do you want me to hold it?"
"What kind of question is that."
More exclaiming than asking, you stand up and approach the guy. As expected, he's at least a head taller than you. That top hat makes him look even bigger.
With one more snort, you snatch the umbrella from his hands.
"What are you smirking at."
It's a bit too big for just one person. Well, at least for a person of your size. For him, it probably is just fitting. Why does a guy carry and umbrella around, though? What are ya, scared of getting wet? Can't you wear a coat or something? What's with the top hat anyway?
Of course, none of these questions actually escape your lips. Instead, you wave the umbrella around, shaking off the still remaining droplets of water. Pointless, since you'll be getting it wet anyway in a minute, but at least it makes you feel slightly better.
"So, what's your name?"
You glance at the guy.
"What is this, a date?"
He chuckles again.
"No, I just want to know name of the person who I allow to visit my home."
You look down at the umbrella. Irritating, there's still water left.
"Oooh," he says in suprise "I'm Renji. Renji Usami. You're japanese?"
"No." you deny quickly "I just happen to bear this name... for now. And you? Your name sounds japanese as well."
"No, I too just happen to have such a name... For now, huh? Ah, I guess life of a homeless person really is bothersome, right?"
You stamp your shoe on the ground in impatience. How long does he want to keep going on like this? You offered a damn shelter, not a fucking sweet talk under a bridge. Get moving!
"I'd rather not speak about details. At least, not now."
"Ah, right!" he clicks his fingers "You must be cold! Yes, let's get going, let's."
With that, he practically shoves you out of the friendly and dry space of the bridge.
First wave of brutal, wet barrage hits the umbrella and your lower body, sending chilling shivers up your back. Those shoes are not fit for a weather like this...
He urges you to move forward, and as much as you hate to have his hands constantly shove you forward, you're actually grateful for this addinational support. The wind is really strong.
Of course, you don't say it.
The door closing behind you sounds like a prison gate, locking with a loud noise, cutting you off from the freedom of outside world. As expected, you still feel bad about being in building interiors. You'd rather stay back outside that bear with this constant, silent alarm buzzing on somewhere in the back of your head. It's almost making you nauseous.
The guy, Renji, was it? Takes off his drenched shoes and jacket, then carelessly hangs it on the coatrack, letting the water drip down onto another set of shoes, these ones looking rather dry. At least, they were dry, until now.
With slight disgust, you kick his hand, which was reaching for your own shoes, still on your legs while you were contemplating the futility and rudeness of his behaviour.
"I can do it myself."
"You don't have to be so harsh..."
"Listen up." you bend down and untie your white sneakers. Dripped through, totally. Good thing there's another pair of them in your backpack.
"Ren? That you?"
A voice from somewhere inside the apartment.
"Yes, me, me!" Renji stands up.
"Got someone else with you?"
"Ah-- Yes, actually, yes!" he turns to you "Listen, you take a shower, or whatever you want, I'm gonna tell Marry about you. You can take any towel-- Oh wait, you'd want a fresh one, right?" he makes a troubled face "It's been a long time since I've had a girl as a guest... But I'm digressing." he says, noticing your growing irritation "There's a cupboard in the bathroom," he points at the nearest door "Take a towel from there, and about clothes, just take whatever is inside. Now, excuse me."
He disappears behind a corner.
[ ] Check cellphone
[ ] Just change into your other clothes
[ ] Bathroom. Shower will be nice.
[ ] Go after Renji
[ ] Try to eavesdrop