Erikos’ father stared at him for a long moment, eyes wide in a mix of surprise and happiness. “Well, would you look at that! A real life mythic,” he said with a chuckle before returning to his cooking. The pale boy stared at Daus a moment longer, icy eyes fixed on him before returning to the floor
"It's nice to meet you, sir," Daus answered, speaking up so his voice wasn't in its usual mumble as he decided to use politer words. His amber eyes shifted towards the paler boy, meeting their gaze for a few moments until the other looked down. Everything seemed quite normal, so he began to decide that Erikos wasn't going to be much of a threat.
“Please, it’s no trouble. We’re happy to help washups. ‘Ell, even young Vien here is one,” Erikos’ father chuckled, ruffling the pale boy’s hair before returning to his cooking. The boy looked a little disgruntled but said nothing, intent on not letting his cooking burn.
“Follow me,” Erikos said, flashing Daus a smile before leading him over to the large handmade dining table in the living room area
(Aye, it's Vien!)
Daus studied the pale boy for a few more short moments before he turned around, following after Erikos as he tried to return the same bright smile. Vien? Where had he heard that name before? Pushing the thought away, he made it to the dining table, intent on keeping himself from the odd, limping walk caused by the wrappings around his waist.
(Yep. Erikos and Vien are pretty much best friends all their lives, and lived together for a while)
“Sit down, I’ll get Vien to patch you up properly,” Erikos said before turning to Vien. The boy was already walking down the hall, rummaging quietly through the small closet. He pulled out an ornate wooden box before pulling up a chair and sitting next to Daus
Daus nodded and took a seat across from Vien, studying them a bit hesitantly as he moved his hand away from his side. It was hurting the new, wrapped burns on his hands anyway, though he couldn't seem to remember the exact reason for why he had gotten them in the first place. He shifted in his seat a bit nervously, the boy's icy gaze almost having an affect on him.
Vien glanced up at him before opening the box. He pulled out more bandages and a glass vial or something green. He set it to the side before grabbing some gauze. “Shirt up, p-please,” he mumbled, gesturing with his hand as he spoke
Daus complied and lifted his shirt up to reveal the bandages that Erikos had wrapped beforehand, glancing towards the green vial curiously. As Vien continued to take things out of the box, his fingers tapped against the chair in a semi-rhythmic pattern out of habit, watching each of the boys moves. Daus told himself to calm down a bit, but he had just met these two after all.
Vien went to work quickly, unwrapping the bandages already around Daus’ wound. He discarded them quickly, reaching for the vial and gauze. He dabbed a bit of the green liquid onto the gauze before pressing it to Daus’ side and securing it with fresh bandages. He nodded to Erikos before putting the box away and returning to the kitchen
"Thanks," Daus mumbled before Vien quickly walked out of the room as he turned to look towards Erikos in thanks. If it hadn't been for the other boy, then he would probably still be knocked out on the river's banks. After a few moments of silence, he looked down at his wet jeans and sweater before glancing back up at Erikos. "If it's not too much trouble, do you have some clothes that I could borrow? I don't want to get anything wet…" Daus mumbled, rubbing his arm as he waited for an answer.
“Yeah, sure,” Erikos said. He got up, gesturing for Daus to follow him as he began to walk down the hall. He had begun humming again, his fingers tapping against his thigh absently
Daus pushed himself up and followed behind Erikos, recognizing the same tune that the other seemed to hum. A small smile tugged the corners of his lips up without him knowing as he continued down the hall, fiddling with the silver bracelet around his wrist.
Erikos pushed open the door to his room. It was decently sized, with wide open windows and a ladder up to the roof pushed off to the side. He wandered to a large trunk next to the bed, opening it and stepping aside. “There’s a bunch of stuff in there you can try,” he said before sitting down on the creaky bed
Daus nodded and glanced around Erikos' room in awe before he advanced towards the wooden trunk. After a few moments, he managed to find a darker shirt that looked like it would fit him. He began to slip his damp sweater off, trying not jostle the new bandages too much as he began to pull the new shirt on.
Erikos felt his face heat up without his wanting it to, and he quickly turned his back while the other changed. He was lucky his dark skin hid his blush relatively well. He drummed his fingers on his thighs absently, waiting for Daus to finish changing
Daus decided to keep the jeans he was already wearing before he turned back towards Erikos, holding his sweater close to himself. "Thanks for helping me," he said, speaking up so he wasn't mumbling as a grateful look registered on his face.
“No problem, sir,” Erikos said. He went to say something more, but he was cut off by his father yelling about lunch being finished. Erikos grinned at that before turning to walk out of his room
Daus chuckled lightly at the way Erikos seemed to grin at the sound of food, following after him closely in the direction of the dining room. It smelled good, but he still had no idea what it might be.
Erikos practically bounded into the kitchen. His father was taking what appeared to be crab out of the large pot while Vien was manipulating what appeared to be a large, starry knife that floated in the air. He seemed to be pulling the crab apart and laying it on large sandwiches without even lifting a finger. Erikos slid into one of the seats at the table, eyes wide as he waited for the food to be finished
Daus slid into one of the seats next to Erikos, watching Vien move a knife around in the air. After a few moments, he averted his gaze and looked towards the food, his stomach growling as it reminded him of how little he had eaten in a long time. That probably explained why Erikos thought that he needed to eat more in the first place. Daus shifted a bit in his seat, tapping his fingers on the wooden surface out of habit as he glanced over towards Erikos once again.
Eventually Vien and Erikos’ father came over to the table, Vien floating several wooden trays carrying sandwiches and other food and drink. They floated to a stop on the table, where Erikos greedily began reaching for food. “Hey, guests get first dibs,” Erikos’ father said, slapping Erikos’ hand away from the food
"No, it's alright. Go ahead," Daus answered, nodding towards the food for Erikos to take some, a small smile tilting the corners of his lips up. The other's appetite surprised him, but it was kind of adorable in a way. Chastising himself for thinking that, Daus immediately pushed the thought out of his head.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Erikos hummed before reaching for one of the larger sandwiches. He took a bite out of it, smiling before reaching for a cup of milk.
“It’s alright, isn’t i-it?” Vien asked softly, reaching for one of the fish skeweres himself. Erikos nodded, giving him a thumbs up while his dad laughed
Daus grinned, a real smile actually making it to his face as he took one of the sandwiches carefully. His movements had always been quiet and calculated, even when he did a simple task like reaching for food. "This is really, really good," he mumbled as he glanced up towards Erikos dad, taking yet another bite of the sandwich.
“Glad you like it,” Erikos’ dad responded with a warm smile. As the others began to eat, Erikos finally decided he had to ask Daus something.
“So, what kind of infinite are you? God, demon, vampire?” he asked curiously