Karkota raised his hands in defeat, a light smile coming to his lips. Yes he was still freakiled out, who wouldn't have? But that didn't nescacerly mean he was ready to do whatever he was told. "I think I'd take my chances with the road. Its, ʻuʻuku ka makaʻu." Then quickly realising she probably didn't under stand him, "less scary."
Tessa scrunched her brows together. "You're Hawaiian?" She recognized the words, since her brother liked to try his 'Hawaiian charm' on her, as he called it. She called it his 'pretty little lies'.
She shook her head. "Fine. Do what you want. I'll still find you and flay you alive."
A shocked expression took over karkota's face. He wasn't used to people guessing so quickly. "Yeah actually, I am."
Then when she said she'd flay him alive, he quickly let go of any idea of jumping outta a moving car. Besides that he probably would die if he did jump out of said car.
She fell silent, leaning on the car door and looking out the window. She wasn't completely calm–she was still hella pissed–but a calm-ish appearance settled over her naturally sharp features as she watched the world go by. Her fingers tapped on the car seat, following the beat of a song she had stuck in her head.
He watched her carefully for a few more seconds, before also looking out the window.
He watched the trees they past, along with anything else. Cars, people, anything to keep his mind busy really.
Tessa noticed where the driver was taking them and had a mini panic attack. She leaned forward and knocked on the black window separating them from the driver. The window went down. "Skip the studio, just take us straight to my house."
"But miss–"
"Skip. It. I took off work today."
The driver nodded and put the window back up.
Tessa slumped back with a sigh.
Karkota raised an eyebrow at how quickly she went from being calm to whatever that was. "Studio?" He asked her, hoping for at least some kind of answer. Even if he knew the chances where slim.
"My day job. And that's all you're getting out of me." She refused to look at Karkota. That was a close call. Him living with her was bad enough. Him seeing her teach a dance class was off the table.
"Oooh, so you a singer?" He continued to push the subject even after what she'd said. At this point he could care less if she threated to kill him. If they'd wanted him dead they'd have done it back when they first kidnapped him. So now he figured he'd at least annoy her a little.
"Yes and no," she said curtly, still not looking at him. Why was she correcting him? He was a prisoner she was forced to babysit. He didn't deserve to know anything about her. "The studio I work at doesn't deal with singing." And yet she was still talking. Wtf?
Karkota was shocked she'd actually answered him. He half expected her to pull out a knife and tell him to shut up. "So what then? Dance? Instruments?"
She grumbled out a response that vaguely sounded like 'dance' followed by more grumbling. "Now shut up before I shut your trap for you."
Karkota raised his brows at her grumbling. Though her threat didn't really get her point across. "And how are you gonna do that? Kiss me?" Immediately he wanted to jump out of the car. A panicked look on his face, as if he hadn't expected himself to say that.
She looked at him with a brow raised in amusement. "Funny how that's the first thing that comes to your mind." She then smirked. "Who knows? I just might. By the looks of it, it'd be effective."
He seemed to physically deflate in his seat at her words. Flirting with the enemy, how stupid of him.
"Well I mean, yeah that'd probably work." He said quietly, watching her for any movement. He didn't know if she was joking or not.
Tessa opened her mouth to say something, but closed it and turned as the car slowed to a stop. "Home sweet home, " she muttered, opening her door and slipping out. She rounded the car and opened his door, ushering Karkota out. "Let's go."
"Well here's the thing, what if I don't want to get out of the car?" Karkota offered an smile that only made him seem like a little kid.
But of course after staring at her for a few moments quickly hopped out. He grumbled a bit at how weak that was. Saying something then doing exactly what he was told.
The house was relatively large–a two-story townhouse with a covered porch and was quite clearly well cared for. Plenty of windows were seen, and a large fenced in backyard was tucked behind some large trees and shrubbery.
She put a hand on his back and led him towards the porch and front door.
"You live here alone?" Karkota asked while trying to twist away from her hand. He didn't nescacerly like being led anywhere, and it didn't help that it was someone who was keeping him prisoner.
"What's it to you?" she asked, if a bit snippier than she had intended. She dropped her hand but kept a careful eye on him to make sure he didn't try to make a break for it.
"Well it'd be nice to know. Someone might pop up and give me a heart attack. Wouldn't want me dying on you now would you?" He shot her a joking grin.
Of course running was on karkota's mind, but where would he go? The cops where a no go for obvious reasons, and anyone else might think he escaped a prison. He silently cursed at the handcuffs.
She rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrist, marching up the steps and dragging him behind her. When she reached the door, she grabbed the key that was on a chain tucked under her shirt. "Yes, I live alone."
"Don't get all handsy on me now." He pulled away and gave a short dry laugh. "I've got no where to run to, you forget that. Manaʻoʻo iaʻaʻole e hoʻokuʻu iaʻu ināʻaʻoleʻoe e makaʻu iaʻu."
(I just went and saw what google translate made of all that and I'm laugh so hard. Oh gosh, anyway so I'm just gonna translate that to what I hope it says.
"Though I would run if you didn't scare me so much.")
"Desperate people do stupid things. Idiots do even dumber things. I'm not risking it." She unlocked her house and gestured for Karkota to go first. A distant barking was heard from the backyard.
"I'm not an idiot." He mumbled angrily as he walked in the house. The sound barking throwing him off. "Please tell me its a very small slow dog thats barking. That or you're neighbor's dog! yeah, neighbor's dog, please." Karkota looked slightly panicked.