He had been out for training the whole day, and only in the wee hours of the evening was he finally taking a break from it. Obviously, it was another tiring day as he and his team trained for a big sepak takraw match in two weeks time. There was no time for taking a few days off from training, since this was an important game. But alas, he finally had some free time after that.
And what better way to spend it by eating a huge bowl of ramen.
Cupping his hands on the bowl, Raio decided to finish up the soup by drinking it from the bowl itself. He wanted to taste the satisfying, rich taste of his favorite meal travelling down his throat and down to his stomach. Afterall, he had been craving for some ramen for quite a while…just that he didn’t have the time to indulge on it like now.
Downing the soup in one gulp, the demigod lowered his bowl with a light slam on the table. A long breath of air escaped his lips, before leaning back with a huge smile on his face as he stared at the ceiling. “That was really satisfying!” Raio exclaimed, getting into a straight sitting posture before shrugging his shoulders. Raven black irises quickly turned their attention to the clock that was above the counter. He soon realized that it was going to be late. “I guess I better leave before it gets too dark.” He mumbled to himself, leaving his pay on the table beside the bowl before he exited the ramen shop.
Satisfied that he spoiled himself, Raio took a deep breathe in and exhaled softly as he got out, stretching his arms in the air. The smell of fresh air was something that relaxed him, keeping himself at ease after some intense training earlier in the day.
Thank goodness the coach dismissed us early—
“Hmm?” Raio blinked when he heard someone calling to him from a distance. From the corner of his eyes, a man that pointed at him caught his attention. Noting the comment he made, Raio looked down at the hoodie he was wearing. Well, the man was half right. It did look hideous, but it was comfortable. Plus, he liked it.
But as he turned his attention to the make, he could feel a faint presence of a demigod around him. There’s a demigod here? Odd. “Oh hey there!” Raio greeted back cheerfully, and waved his hand at the rather serious looking male. “Are you lost or something?”
his enthusiasm is nearly poisonous as pitch blinks thoughtfully at him. no way he’s a full-breed. he must be a demigod…
he doesn’t say a word at first, mentally counting the clicks of his shoes as he approaches the stranger. thoughts move through his mind very slowly it seems, until he’s standing right in front of him, both figures before a closed accessory shop. deep violet eyes look him over, searching for any sign, before they reach his face.
“ lost? hun, i’m sure i could walk this place in my sleep. needless to say, that isn’t the problem here. your sweater isn’t the problem either, though you should probably toss it. ” he glances at the ugly thing before his eyes return to the new face.
he is about to say another thing, but he looks up toward the sky again, seeing the sun setting, clinging loosely to the horizon line as some sort of warning, almost. the deep orange of the sky reflects off everything, giving his pale skin a light orange glow, and highlighting his eyes like little flecks of gold are hidden away.
“ i get this strange…feeling from you… ” he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing here, but he isn’t sure how to word what it is he wants to know.
“ you have the scent, get it? someone’s marked you. ” most gods mark their children with their scent, that only other gods could establish or recognize. they were just born with it, and pitch’s senses were always fairly acute.
