Thatcher took a step away from the man, eyes narrowing in a dangerous way. He suddenly wished that Nike was around. He wasn’t able to kill whenever he wanted, but he couldn’t say the same for Nike. “Work, but I would tell nothing more to the likes of you,” he hissed. He didn’t like being interrupted during his work, and he really didn’t want to be around when the police showed.
"It's okay, I don't bite unless necessary." He said as he put his hands, "And who kills people for work? An assassin? or maybe a reaper?" He said as he put his hands down again, if he could get the man to start talking, he would know-His name, age, possibly species, and how sweet his voice sounds…Damn it, get out of there. He isn't going to love you, he's probably straight he scolded himself.
Thatcher considered his options before eventually deciding that intimidation would be best. “Reaper, so I suggest you don’t try anything. You’re lucky I don’t have my hound,” he growled, eyes staying narrowed as he watched the man.
"Ah, that explains why you killed that guy. From what you saw, you probably know what I am already." He said, as he subconsciously took a step back, "And I am lucky yo don't have your hound. Well, it was nice meeting you, see you later!" He said as he walked back so he can jump into the water and go back to his house.
Thatcher’s eyes narrowed as he didn’t say anything to the man, simply watching him leave. He exhaled sharply, slowly shaking his head. After shifting back to the crows and heading to land, he picked up his trench coat from the ground, brushing a stray feather off of his shoulder. One of Nike’s heads sniffed at him and gave a low growl at the scent. He gave a few clicks of his tongue, assuring the hound that it was nothing to worry about.
(Hey just wanted to say. After I leave today, I won't be on for the next few days since my parents are gonna drag me to my aunt's house. I'll be on for most of the day, I gtg at evening)
Leon dove into the water and swam to the shore, he waited for his legs to come back. After he got his legs back, he stood up and went over to his house. He flopped down on his couch and went on his laptop to scroll through random stuff for the night.
(Alright, that’s all good!)
All night, Thatcher simply roamed around. He didn’t have a home, considering work caused him to move around often, and he never felt the need to sleep. Unfortunately, Nike needed to sleep. So he found himself renting a motel room for the night, thankful that the human at the front desk was unable to see Nike.
(I'm finally back, yayyyy)
Leon changed into some random pair of shorts that he found in his closet. He flopped down on the couch again and watched youtube since he has nothing to do except for his job and making sure he's always hydrated so he doesn't die. He grabbed the tv's remote and flipped through the channels, trying to find something interesting.
(nice lmao but I am leaving for vacation tomorrow and will not be back till next Saturday, so i wont be on at all)
Thatcher walked into the strange smelling motel room, a single bed over in the corner. Nike bounded over to it and hopped onto the bed, her large frame taking up almost the whole thing. He sighed slowly and walked over to a desk, taking a seat in the wooden chair by it.
(oki den)
Leon finally found a channel that caught his attention and watched it. He was sprawled out all over his couch as he watched the TV and eventually fell asleep since he had no sleep the other night. He pulled up his blanket over his head and rested his head on the armrest of the couch
(Lets do a time skip…)
Thatcher was up bright and early the next morning, back at the beach with Nike. He needed to check if the boat and body were still out on the water. They shouldn't be, if the police found it.
(oki)
Leon rolled out of his couch and took a shower, and did all the stuff a person does to get ready in the morning. He got on his motorcycle and drove off to Starbucks. He parked his motorcycle in a random spot and put on apron which had a small tag with his name on it, and he started his shift.
(Helloooo)
(Hey, sorry! I thought I had posted a reply before I left, but I guess it didn't go through…)
Thatcher looked out at the water, pleased to see that the boat was gone. As he watched, his mind began to drift away- back to the boy he had seen. Why was the urge to know him more so overwhelming? He didn't get into many relationships, but he felt overly attracted to the boy for an unknown reason. Hell, the urge to just simply touch the other was strong enough. "Nike, find the scent of a male, someone else was here last night," he spoke up. The hound sniffed around for a moment before giving a small bark and bounding off, Thatcher jogging after her.
(It's fine)
He kept taking everyone's orders while glancing at the clock, Twenty minutes. He glanced at one of his friends and waved at them while smiling, and went back to making drinks.
After about ten minutes, Thatcher stepped into some coffee shop. Nike sat outside, humans walking past her unknowingly. He glanced around for a moment before he saw the boy from earlier. He told himself that this wasn't desire fueling his actions- this boy witnessed his work and that could be dangerous. Then again, he was partly lying to himself.
Leon glanced at the clock once more, Ten more minutes. He kept taking orders, and making their drinks not paying much attention to his surroundings. After a few minutes his hands started working on his own and he didn't need to think much about it, making his mind wander back to the boy he saw last night. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. Why do you keep thinking about him? He scolded himself as he tried to think about the drinks but his mind kept wandering away.
The boy didn't seem to notice Thatcher yet, so he stepped over to a table towards the back and sat down. His knee bounced as he glanced up every so often, watching the other closely. What was it about the boy that made him want him so much?
When no one was in line, he looked around the cafe and saw the boy from last night staring at him. He quickly looked away and glanced at the clock and realized his shift was over so he quickly went into the staff room and put away his apron. He went over to the boy and smiled at him, "Why were you staring at me? Do you need anything from me?"
Thatcher's jaw clenched when he made eye contact with the boy. He ran a hand through his messy hair as he looked up at the boy, watching from where he sat. "Just observing, and no," he simply said. That would be better than saying there is something about you I can't place and I really want to touch your skin.
"Why are you 'observing' me?" He asked with a curious eyebrow as he glanced at the chair in front of the boy, "May I?" He asked while pointing to the chair. He was fiddling around with his fingers behind his back, something he does when he's excited or nervous, and he was nervous right now since he doesn't talk to anyone.
"Go on ahead," Thatcher said, leaning back in his own chair. "And because I am trying to figure out what you are," he continued with pursed lips, his eyes unknowingly looking the boy up and down slowly.
"Thanks," Leon said as he sat down in the chair in front of the boy, "I already told you what I am, I'm a siren." He said as he crossed his ankles, as he glanced at the clock, "I have to go to the beach soon, so be quick." He was still fiddling around with his fingers, but it was under the table now. He eyes kept darting away and looking at other things, instead of focusing on the person he was talking to.
"Yes, I remember that, but I'm thinking more along the lines of what makes you special," Thatcher pressed. What made him what to know the boy so badly, to touch his skin and learn everything there is so know about him in a single second.
"What do you mean?" Leon asked with a curious eyebrow, not knowing what he was talking about at all. He finally stopped fiddling around with his fingers under the table after he was comfortable enough talking to him and looked at the boy.