“What’s the matter, babe?” The blond tilts her head curiously, looking at her temporary husband.
”Gee, well I just wanted ya over, that’s all” A soft chuckle escaped his lips ”By any sorta possible matter though, I should inform you that we’re currently outta sugar”
She frowned and shook her head. “As if I’d let a guy who got wounded to go on by his own!” Grocery shopping can wait, after all. “Don’t feel guilty, I wanna help ya. And you’re welcome,” She adds, remembering that he thanked her. “Call me Namine, by the way,” She gives him a slight smile. “Miss makes me feel old,” She jokes lightly before awkwardly holding his arm as he drooped slightly, as if half-unconscious.
“I’m bringing you to the doctor, and that’s final,” She said firmly, ignoring his weak protests. “Dude, you’re bleeding. If you argue any longer, we’ll be floating in the sea of blood.” Her attempts of being funny are pathetic.
Bluh. “No bother caused.” She said simply. “So what’s your name?” She asked as she half carried, half led him down the street, all sense of personal space loss. “I mean, I can’t call you guy forever.” Well, technically she can, but she would rather learn his name now.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips. Well, there wasn’t much to go on arguing about now. He was already in a very unstable state and who knew how long he’d be able to keep up, really? Being a gentleman doesn’t mean that you always should get yourself through anything and everything on your own and thinking that was all of good manners…Oh well. ”Shall we get going then, mi- I mean Namine?” He smiled apologetic as they begun making way down the streets, him slight dropping and using the petitish blond for support.
As they slowly passed on forward, he took the chance to make some observation of the town. Sapphire hues set around, though with a pretty blury vision, he tried to snap up as much possibly of their surrounding. A very small town…quiet. There wasn’t really much he could tell yet though, how lively it may get here or if it yet would remain as still and silent in daytime as in nightime? Not much to go on with, but one thing was for him to tell for sure…this small, quiet sure had its beauty. Yeah.
”That wouldn’t do for long, no” He set his gaze back at her. Of course she would have had to know his name. Now, wouldn’t it be rude to leave her yet clueless about it? He coughed weakly, clearing his throat. ”The name’s Ventus, Ven for short”
“Doesn’t sound all too bad, Partner.” She added teasingly.
”Sure it doesn’t”