Difficult roads [END]

Deith shot Samael a knowing smirk, but didn't answer, and instead went for the driver's seat and entered the car.

"Get in, and we'll find out," he said, settling in that seat and getting the engine started. He put his empty coffee tumbler on the holder beside him as he waited, turning his head to the other once they were both finally inside once again. "Okay, it's near the forest. But that's all I'm telling. No danger, I promise."

He began to steer the wheel to get to the main road again. No speeding, no rush, no tension. And then he glanced at Samael briefly and searched for the box of sandwiches.

"Do we still have enough food?"

"That's true," Deith agreed, his head slightly tilting to the side instead of nodding. He still couldn't get used to the idea that Samael was a huge cat, but he was pretty certain it was nowhere near as shocking as his revelation. He probably shouldn't add to it that he was once one of the dangers in there.

"So what's this about a small army?" he asked, raising a brow at Samael for a second, his smile twitching. "Did your mom think we're eating machines? Oh, I wonder if there's still a plain one."

It wasn't for him, but for someone waiting for them in their next destination.

Their drive was steady and fast, and the forest was in sight just a few more minutes later. But Deith took a different turn, and the car went uphill just before they could reach the forest's mouth.

It was a grassland at the top. The trees bordered it, and in the distance stood a solitary house. Deith stopped the car a few feet away from the stricture, giving it a long stare, not moving from his seat for a few moments.

"So, I bet you can guess what this place is," he said, smiling, but that smile was a little sheepish than the ones he previously made today.

"Thanks," Deith was genuinely happy at the compliment. "This used to be a dream, you know. But my dream included a company, and that only came true recently."

He suddenly grinned at Samael, suddenly excited, and he grabbed the box of sandwiches from behind before opening his door and stepping out. "Come, the air is great," although it smelled like blood just a few weeks ago, "and I want you to meet someone. He's the most adorable thing ever!"

Deith led the way to the house, with his keys already in his other hand, ready to use it on the door knob the moment he got close. "I'm home!" he shouted to the still-unlit living room. Nobody responded, so Deith quickly turned the lights on and headed further inside.

The living room had bright walls and paintings hung on them. The curtains were light green, reaching the floor, and there was a set of long and one-seater couches surrounding a glass center table.

Deith was slightly pouting because nobody welcomed them home. "He's probably asleep," he muttered, turning to Samael. And smiling. "Follow me, to the kitchen. I bet he's there."

"Surprising?" Deith chuckled. He didn't really think of that, but he could understand, probably, considering he was very unstable. "Yeah, he's adorable," he repeated, walking towards the light switches to flip them. Then the light scattered, revealing his clean kitchen, a wooden back door, the sink opposite them, a counter separating the kitchen from the dining table, and to the right of the room was a cabinet and the fridge, the latter slightly open, and on the floor right in front of it were crumbs and other kinds of food remains surrounding a sleeping Lonely, his small stomach bloated.

Deith pointed at the tiny creature and smiled at Samael. "That's him." His smile briefly disappeared as he attempted a warning glare at the other man. "Don't you dare laugh at his name. I gave it to him."

And then he turned to the Lonely, crouching beside it and poking its side gently. "Fluffy I'm home. Don't sleep here it's cold, sheesh."

A few more pokes roused the Lonely to consciousness. It rolled around a little before getting up, sleepily staring at Deith and then at Samael.

"Nyam?"

Deith chuckled and rubbed Fluffy's chin with a finger. "That guy there is Samael. Be nice to him, okay?"

The Lonely curiously approached Samael. Deith stood up, looking through the sandwich box for the plain one he had inquired about, finding one and giving it to Samael. "He likes sandwiches. Try giving it to him," he said, grinning, shifting a little in his spot to close the ajar fridge door.

The Lonely stared a couple of seconds more at Samael, before taking the sandwich. The bread was pretty huge for him, so Deith once again kneeled to assist him.

"It's a sandwich. You can eat it later," Deith said as Fluffy took a bite from the corner, as if only to taste it. "Nam!" came it's high-pitched voice before it took the bread and carried it over his head to the fridge. Deith stood up and opened it, and helped Fluffy secure it in there as he also checked what's been eaten.

"Oh no, he ate my cookies," Deith pouted. He closed the fridge again and faked a sob, but it only lasted a second because he showed that he really didn't mind, shrugging right after.

The Lonely meanwhile walked over to Samael, creating the usual tiku tiku sounds on the tiled floor with his footsteps, tugging at the man's pants later on. "Nyam?"

"He usually doesn't understand me but he's pretty smart," Deith spoke, smiling, watching Fluffy get himself acquainted with Samael the whole time. "First time we met, I was eating sandwiches and he tried to mimic me making one. But he didn't know at first it had something in it, and," he began to laugh softly, quite amused at the memory, "Fluffy was really amazed. Saying 'oooh' and such."