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The village was a really small one, a real gem among the pebbles. By the looks of it there was only one convenience store and one gas station in the entire village placed strategically next to the entrance. He left his bike parked at the garage behind as advised. The main road was long but clean with nice homely houses on either side and well-maintained gardens. It became obvious that it was a craft village, homemade, quality merchandise exposed here and hanged there, there were no sellers, but he could see carved boxes placed strategically.
Some old lady was watering some flower, she smiled and even waved at him as he walked by, making him almost fall over in his haste to reply. This was definitely not the norm.
He arrived at the inn shortly, it looked elegant and stylish, he could even see the rest staying here and they were a really pretentious bunch most of the time. The young lasy at the reception greeted him with a smile.
“Good afternoon sir, welcome to Craft’s Mansion!”
The cloud became a bit flustered hearing the cheer in those words. “Hi, nice to meet ya! I think I have a reservation here. Do you need to check my ID?” He asked unsure. It was the first time in a while staying at a civilian resort, he wasn’t sure if they would recognize him but then again it was a gift from the Carcassa family. They said he would surely enjoy his stay and his appointment; it was quite a change of pace he had to admit.
“Is fine Mr. Skull, we are familiar with your work as a stuntman.” She explained taking pity on him probably, and oh he just noticed he didn’t even introduce himself. “It is a great pleasure to host you, everything has been already taken care of, please follow me. I will show you to your lodgings.”
He didn’t expect to meet any of his fans here or to be recognized for anything else but as an arcobaleno, it made him feel lighter than he remembered in quite a while.
“Down the hall to the right side of entrance you will find the restaurant, on the left side is the spa center” She explained as they neared the steps. “- the schedule is printed on the flyers and at the entrance, as well as other information you might need you can find on the board or ask us anytime. The first breakfast is at 7, but we have second breakfast for those who enjoy eating later and serve food about 5 more times through the day, all included in the fees, the restaurant works independently too.” She said shocking him as they arrived to his room number. “And we are here, please see if its satisfactory-” She opened the door and let him all while he was still processing the fact that they served food 7 times a day, it reminded him of something he couldn’t put his finger on.
The suite was beautiful it was tastefully designed, with warm tones, it had a big terrace and a great view towards the mountains, the painting on the ceiling depicted a sunset it was quite realistic he felt himself admire it for quite a few minutes. Funnily his suite was facing sunrise. He was mildly curios if the other lodging facing the sunset had a sunrise depicted on the ceiling and he might have taken too long to admire.
“It looks great!” if nothing else he couldn’t help but think that everything up to now, the breath-taking scenery, the clean air and the peaceful vibes were already worth the trip. He could see himself visiting here in the future.
“Can I help you with anything else, would you like someone to pick up your bags?”
“Ah no, I travel light, t-thank you though!” He couldn’t really explain her how the space in his bag was expanded using cloud flames, making it look like a normal bag from the outside but it was more spacious inside.
“My pleasure, I will take my leave, please enjoy your stay!”
“Thank you!” He quickly responded and she nodded before leaving. He closed the door and looked around once more.
He did not expect the warm welcome he was getting. Most people and more so the elderly usually took one look at him and then labeled him rebellious and unwelcomed. The mafia was of course, different but people in this village were not from what he could tell flame-active. But there was at least one flame active person here and he could barely wait to meet them. He couldn’t wait for his appointment, looking out at the pool he knew he found a way to spend his afternoon and couldn’t help but feel giddy, somehow he started to believe that this was actually going to be great.
It didn’t take long to get himself to the pool, it was almost empty, with an energetic Hi he surveilled the area then chose a sunbed to throw his things towards, by the time they landed he already jumped into the water. Skull swam around a bit to give an outlet for the limitless energy buzzing under his skin till he got bored of it, leaving himself to float about in the middle of the pool and then it hit him.
It’s been years since he looked at sky and felt it being serene. It has been years since he became part of the mafia and years since he chased the high of being a stuntman, years of chasing a remedy… and now he was finally back in his body. It still felt unreal at times, there were mornings when he woke up surprised by his own height, but he was doing better now. He finally left his thoughts drift away from the negative in his head he didn’t want to acknowledge, he settled his eyes upon the Inn from where he was floating. It looked more like a villa, true to be told, the place was great. Maybe it was designed as a villa but then it got turned into an inn.
He was curios why there were barley any people around, did the Carcassa reserve the entire place for him. It felt like a bit of overkill, but not out of the realm of possibilities, but that thought made him remember the other person present there. He looked at the man who was sitting by the pool with a book, and he couldn’t help but feel his mouth dry a bit at the sight now that he was actually paying attention to.
The man was exactly his type, tall but not gigantic. His muscles were well sculpted, but for use not for looks, he could see some scars here and there which made him even hotter he had to admit, but more importantly there were tattoos, beautiful, long elegant -lines, starting from his leg traveling up his side and up his naked arms. Skull found himself cursing the short pants and dress shirt that hid the rest of the mesmerizing body art. The man’s windswept hair was black and a bit curly towards the ends, it reached about the middle of his neck, its cut was stylish and it did compliment him his face. Skull wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t notice that the man’s ears were pierced. The dark eyeglasses were removed by the man’s long pianist fingers, the stuntman swore he should have not found it as sexy as he did, more so when the amused verdant eyes meet his.
“Enjoying the view?” The man asked with a small smirk as he put his book on the table beside.
Skull couldn’t help but feel embarrassed but decided against dunking his head under water and making more of a spectacle out of himself. “Uhm… Skull-sama is sorry-“
“Don’t be.” The man said “I sure did enjoy seeing you swim around.”
He actually quacked at the man’s words. It was not the first time someone flirted with him, not the first time someone he found good looking flirted with him. But never someone who was as handsome as one of his crushes.
“Skull-sama is pretty awesome, I can’t blame you.” He felt himself reply without much thought, his persona taking over.
The man just smiled, before he stood up and took off his shirt making the purple-head feel an instant nose-bleed present itself but he did not dare move or look away. The man whom he would definitely describe as walking art jumped in the pool, he found every action way too seductive, like something out of a racy novel. The cloud was sure his thoughts were coloring the way he was seeing things, but he did not want to acknowledge it and while he was busy mentally chiding himself the man swam up to him. Before Skull could do much the stranger had him caged between the edge of the pool and his arms, his brain corrected, so he was not imagining it, everything this man did was way too freaking seductive and possibly on purpose. That idea did not help.
“You’re bleeding.” The man said as he placed his hands slowly under his cheek and raised his face up gingerly. The man’s beauty was more devastating for his sanity close up, his eyebrows frowned with a tinge of worry, worry for him the stuntman realized. Skull’s mind draw a blank, he couldn’t find it in himself to deny this man anything at this moment. There was something about those bright eyes that made him weak in the knees, his touch, Skull was sure he had just short circuited his brain.
Skull couldn’t remember when was the last time someone had touched him so softly, in all honestly.
“Oh, I am sorry…” The man said as he unhanded him. “Was I too direct?” He asked as he took a step away making Skull realize he was crying, he had tears running down his face.
“No! I -I am …” and he fucked up, as for first impressions… perving out, getting caught and getting a nosebleed, not to mention crying in front of him and yup he started ugly crying now. Yes he was a cry-baby, yes his sempai was right, he just couldn’t stop the tears, cuz why was he feeling so crushingly lonely all of a sudden, his emotions were a mess.
“Do you dislike me touching you?” the man asked. Skull who was half expecting him to be gone by now shook his head, trying to put a lid on his emotions fast but…
“Great.” The man said and then kissed him. Dumbfounded… he now understood exactly what that word meant. The kiss was brief and short, nothing but a small touch of lips upon lips, gentle and not insistent, letting him decide how to go from there. Skull licked back at the man’s soft lips and he couldn’t help but feel the taste of minty-freshens as they deepened their kiss, it felt like a slow, sweet and tempting dance, he could spend a decade kissing this man and not get bored of it.
“Is this okay?” The man asked and Skull while hating the fact that their kiss had been cut short couldn’t help but feel even more charmed by the question if possible.
“Yes… I-uh… I am sorry for crying...” The man chuckled probably at his awkwardness but Skull just noticed he had dimples and just shoot him now. For real, this was not happening, how did the man look both hot and cute, it should be impossible.
Skull missed his closeness the moment he stepped back. “Is fine. Let me bring you something to drink.” The stuntman had to follow him, it felt like he had stepped inside a fairy ring and had been mesmerized.
“Is water okay or do you prefer something else?” The man asked.
“Water is fine.”
“Alright, wait here.” The man said as he left him waiting at the pool lounge area and gone to the bar. There was no one there and the man just grabbed two bottles of water from the freezer.
Skull’s mind was thinking a mile an hour meanwhile about what the actual fuck was just happening. He just found someone hot enough to compare to Reborn or Fon, but who was nice and gentle with him, who actually liked him enough to kiss him and whose name he still didn’t know.
“Here” The man said as he held out a bottle of water. Skull took it with a small “thanks” …
There was so many things he wanted to ask, but what came out was instead “Is it alright to just take it like so?”
“Yes.” The man replied. “Drinks by the pool are included in the service.”
“Oh, I didn’t know.”
“Well you just arrived.” The man replied.
And alarm bells going off finally. “How do you know that?”
“I am the owner.” The man with amusement. “My name is Hadrian Potter, just call me Harry, is nice to meet you.”
Harry couldn’t help but smile at Skull, the man was way too freaking cute, not to mention the way those eyes lightened up with happiness hearing his answer. The man’s previous expression was quite heartbreaking, filled with suspicions and betrayal, it spoke of a hard life. Apparently even the Arcobaleno were not safe from it. It did make him want to wrap Skull in a bubble to keep him safe and happy, Harry was not sure when he last felt such emotions so strongly towards someone else, more so someone he had just meet. Not in the last few hundreds of years that’s for sure. Life had been a boring gray for a while before the purple hurricane appeared in front of him. He will have to be careful to take things slowly, not to spook Skull too much, the man seemed to be quite sensible and he knew his love could be a terrible thing.
“I am Skull, but you probably know that.” The man replied and Harry nodded.
“Yes, we have an appointment in a day.”
The wonder in those eyes rose higher as the purple head took him in once again “You are the tattoo artist?”
Harry wanted to kiss him once again. “Yes.” He replied instead as he sat down close to the younger man.
“That’s soo cool.” The other started to gush. “Ohh are some of your tattoos by any chance…”
“I made some of them.” He completed the sentence. “I had to enlist help for my back piece but these” he gestured to his arm, side and leg. “were made by me.”
Skull probably didn’t notice but he made a wanton expression, Harry was familiar with it so he raised his arm and the man jumped at the opportunity to touch him as he gushed about how cool they are and what he liked about this and about that one as he followed the ink lines to his side, quite spellbound by the body art. He was way too cute for his own good, the man thought as he decided to silence him with a small kiss.
“While I’d love to let you touch me more and hear your thoughts in great detail, I do have to go and it will be a bit embarrassing to sit up if I don’t stop you now.” Better be honest, least the man misunderstands.
Skull turned cherry red as he took his hands away as if burned. “S-sorry”
“Don’t say sorry. I quite liked your hands on me.” Harry took one of Skull’s hand and dropped a kiss on the knuckles and Skull seemed to implode. “But I do unfortunately have a previous appointment lined up.” He confessed. “I would love to continue later, if that’s alright with you.”
Skull nodded swiftly “Yes. Definitely” Harry smiled pleased, it was nice to see him also eager to continue.
“Great, I’ll pick you up for dinner.” Harry said before he took his sun-glasses and book from the table and gave one more quick kiss to the stuntman.
Skull’s brain was blown … he was not acting like himself at all, but this was surreal. Was this real? Did this really just happen, did he just imagined it all, and then his eyes found the dress shirt that was left behind…
So he really did have a date with a super-handsome guy who just oozed sex-appeal and actually liked him. He couldn’t believe it, wait… a date… what was he going to wear?! He sat up straight as he touched the dress-shirt, it felt warm and soft, he didn’t bring anything that would be classified as suitable date-ware, he only had his usual clothes. His usual leather clothes… what if Harry didn’t like his usual style, here at the pool he wasn’t wearing make-up or anything he’d usually wear… what was he going to do…
After panicking for about another half-an hour he decided to just bite the bullet and call for help. While he adored his fans, and the Carcassa familia belonged into that class, he knew asking them would be useless, they would just say that he is perfect as he is. They were a bit fanatic, they would not give him reliable feedback. So… one other person whom he could ask. He stood up, with determination and dying will flames aura oozing around him as he marched up his room to call Viper.
“Mou, Lackey is still early morning here, what do you want?”
“I need your help.” He confessed.
He could hear the other sigh. “That will cost you.”
“I know.” He said not in the least surprised. When had something not cost him when dealing with the mist. “I need you to tell me how to dress up for a date.” What he did not expect was the silence on the other edge of the line.
“… how to dress for a date…” The best information broker repeated as if in disbelief.
He knew he was offering personal information, that the other would no doubt use against him later on, as it was their style, still… “This is important. I need to impress, I can’t just go as I dress usually, what if he doesn’t like it?”
Viper sighed, probably calling him an idiot inwardly. “Mou, we didn’t know you liked men. We understand why you’d call for our help, your usual wear can be a bit much. So what type of date are we talking about?”
“I don’t know, he said dinner.” He had no idea true to be told, the man told him that he’d pick him up and he owned the placed, he could find him whenever…
“Where at?”
He thought about it. “There is only one restaurant in the village.” It was the most likely option, although the nearest city wasn’t too far away.
The stuntman could hear the disappointment and grumbling about what type of backwater place was he at that only one restaurant. Viper refocused quickly; they disliked wasting time. “Well, you probably don’t have much with you and there are probably not a lot of places to shop. We’d say try something that is not too flashy, more towards elegant but comfortable enough. We expect such a village will not have a 5-star Michelin restaurant, so no need to worry about suits.”
“Thank you, Viper!” That did give him some ideas.
“Send a picture when you picked the last three contenders. We will give you feedback.”
“Alright!” He decided to check out what the village shops had for sale. Maybe he could find something nicer and it did give him an opportunity for recon, not to mention, it made time go by faster. The receptionist told him where he could buy clothes and he made his way towards the little shop on the side of the village. It was not that far from the Inn, he could see some people work in the gardens as he passed the houses, some people he passed by were shopping by simply leaving money in the boxes. It was such a simple way of life and he couldn’t help but envy it a bit. All people who noticed him waved, nodded or greeted him and it felt weird.
The mafia wasn’t such a place, people seemed honest and nice here. He saw some apple in a box, placed neatly and he felt a bit tempted so he left some money and took one. It was juicy and sweet but not overly so. He smiled a bit as he found the clothes shop as in singular. There was some simple but quality t-shirts, dress shirts, pants and about everything a small boutique could need. The shop-owner seemed happy to help him choose and advised him even on which color tones suited him best. The lady was nice and didn’t seem to mind that he was full of piercings or his make-up, which he kept at light just in case.
“This is so soft.” Skull said as he felt the material. The shirt was a simple black one, but the material was amazing.
“I am happy you like it. I try to make it soft as possible while stretchy and durable, ‘ndy buys a lot of those. He always manages to destroy them somehow though. He needs to take better care of himself.” she said in a what can you do manner.
“You made this?” He couldn’t help but ask. He was always in awe of handmade things, more so something that seemed like such a quality product.
“Yes, I am embarrassed to say I own a small brand in the city, I am retired mostly, so my daughter manages it now, but I still dabble some here and there on occasion, more so for this shop.”
“Wow, that’s so cool!” Skull couldn’t help but admire her. “But if you have a business in the city-“ he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to ask.
“Why the shop here?” She asked instead and he nodded. “I wanted to retire somewhere peaceful. The business world is quite cut-throat and I no longer wanted any part of it. I did my part, now is up to the next generation. Plus my grandkids love it here. I have time to do what I want and just enjoy myself. Also this village needed a shop and I happen to love fashion.”
He understood easily, he could see why, this was a niche place, hidden away from the busy world, but it wasn’t backwater or pretentious, it was quite charming. Skull felt indeed relaxed, he didn’t feel like so in quite a while, most places he went he got recognized and then mobbed by either his fans or because he was the strongest Cloud.
He knew just how lucky he got with the Carcassa, when he first got involved with the mafia he was constantly in danger and pulled by all types of families for his flames. Not that he harmonized with any Sky, not even with Luce who was the Sky pacifier holder which he considered a blessing, given how that turned out. Still the mafia families were relentless in their pursuit and if there was something he hated it was being hounded and pressured into something. He was not a typical Cloud but he undeniably the strongest cloud flame user and he could Rage when it was necessary.
The only reason the arcobaleno got away with treating him as they were was because they were too hot. He finally admitted it, they were just his type and he turned into a mumbling mess when around them, all of them which was unfair. He had not been aware that he was bi in the first place and then he somehow got to live with people who could have passed as models and were more dangerous than his daily life-threatening stunts, so he tried to deny it.
It was useless he knows… not that he ever acted on his feelings. Reborn was a bully and as much as he was hot Skull couldn’t confess, the man had like what 4 lovers at least? Not to mention he was always flirting with women, but he never shown any interest in men. That was not the right tree to bark on. Fon was behind the serene and peaceful smile quite the enabler. The man while friendly looking was such a troll that he could just not trust him with his feeling, also he knew the man was quite overheads for Viper, whom was asexual and aromantic, quite the loss cause there. The mist loved only one thing and that was money. Lal and Colonnello were an item, they were already married and they barely returned into their normal body. That left Verde who tried to dissect him just to see if he was truly immortal, which thank you nope, the man was hot and he was a genius, both making him even more attractive but Skull could recognize a sociopath when he saw one. He had been crushing on them, yes, he had admittedly let them walk all over him, because he was a fumbling fool when it came to down to emotions, but he had to draw the line somewhere and dissection was a hard no.
Here now, in a small village, finally away from the mafia and them, he felt giddy about a date with a man who was not just hot but seemed gentle and seemed to actually genuinely care about him as a person. Skull was not sure about the where this was heading, but he definitely wanted to try and find out. He was over waiting for whatever of a small chance to be with the people who would not want him, not like he wanted them anyhow. He wanted a relationship where he was valued and not just an afterthought.
While thanking granny-Maria for her help and the apparently discount she gave him he saw Him once again. This village wasn’t that big that they miss each other for too long. Harry was helping someone out a large 8-seater SUV and then the man noticed him. The smile that made an appearance was warm and bright, and made him totally forget about the others around them for a fraction of a second at least since a loud- “Grandma!” woke Skull from his trance and made him pay attention to the world around them again, there were also 3 more kids playing around in the car.
“Maria, Skull!” Harry greeted them as he closed the door the kid had lunched himself towards them meanwhile.
“Andy, thank you for bringing them home.” Granny Maria said as she embraced her grandchild.
“Is no problem.” He reassured her.
Maria smiled gratefully still. “Mil’ made some of his famous pies, he put one aside for you, thought you ought to know.”
“Thank you, I will make sure to pay a visit.” He replied politely and Skull felt bit unsure about how to act, as Harry turned towards him. “Miler has a pastry shop a bit further from the Inn, everything he makes is delicious in my opinion, but everything is gone in a few hours after opening, I think these munchkins” he said as he messed up the hair of the kid who laughed a bit but leaned towards the older male’s hand “are responsible for that. They devour everything” he said with a worried yet conspiratory expression. “Pastries, food, car and”
“We don’t eat cars” the kid protested.
He looked reminiscent “I do remember someone biting the car seat-”
The kid replied quickly and defensively “It smelled like vanilla”
“Like I said cars.” Harry said turning back to him and Skull couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Guess I should I move my bike then; I am getting worried!” He said playing along, making the kid pout as he looked at him.
“I am not going to eat your bike.” The kid said with an exaggerated pout and the adults chuckled.
“Just to make sure you don’t devour any car or bike I did buy some of those pastries you like--” Maria said making the kid’s eyes light up, as the pair continued their conversation Skulls eyes drifted back to Harry’s who was looking at him with a gentle smile, but there was something hidden in his eyes, they looked like they were about to devour him.
“I am going to drop off the rest of the gremlins. Do you want to come along? I am going to the inn after.” He asked and Skull could only nod along with cheeks ablaze. At least he didn’t make a fool out of himself.
They four said their goodbyes and Skull couldn’t help but blush as the man smiled at him, opening the door for him. He was a stuntman getting into a car even if said car was tall was not a challenge, that being said he still found it charming.
“Skull meet Bree, Vivi and San.” He introduced him to the kids. Who greeted him nicely before they started asking him all kinds of questions. Starting with what did he do for a living. He told them he was a stuntman which made all of them awed. Skull had always been a performer and he quite enjoyed it, he also enjoyed talking with his fans. It made him happy that the kids were so in awe of his stories. They dropped them off one by one in the village. Harry made sure to help each kid out of the car, safely and to make sure they got inside. Most grandparents or parents waved and they all seemed friendly and fond of Harry. When the last kid left it dawned on Skull that they were alone.
“So the business you had…”
“The minibus had some issues and I volunteered to take to school and bring the kids home till is repaired.” Harry explained as they neared the inn.
“That’s very nice of you.” Skull said with what he hoped a normal expression. Not only was this man super-hot, gentle towards him, but he was also great with kids. How fast can you fall for someone, cuz he was definitely falling fast and hard.
Harry said with a shrug. “I like helping where I can.”
“Skull-sama is good with mechanical stuff, If you want I can take a look at the buss?” Skull asked trying to be useful and tone down his obnoxious persona.
“Sure I’d appreciated it, but not today.” The man said as he parked the car. “I plan to keep all your attention for myself today.” Harry said with a small grin.
Butterflies?… what butterflies, those were explosion tags. Harry leaned in and kissed him, gawd dammit… he was no longer a horny teenager and yet, the luxurious seats give him enough wiggle room to just climb into the man’s lap, he didn’t even hesitate. Skull could drink up the expression of want and adoration forever as the man took in his actions which he executed, thank god, smoothly, he was a stuntman he could easily do maneuvers in small spaces and thanks to the blackened windows Skull didn’t have to care about being seen.
The hands that settled on his back felt like lava, one simple touch was enough to drive him crazy. Their kiss was magnetic, his lips was drawn to Harry’s, his tongue moved with purpose to drive Skull insane, he could feel the other tasting him through the touches, his hips buckling with want. They couldn’t get enough of mapping out each other’s mouth, akin of starving animals, each move spurring the other on. They were both feeling the effects of it as they took a pause to breath, oxygen was becoming a great necessity. Given their proximity there was no mistaking the effect they had on each other, it made Skull feel quite a bit ecstatic even while realizing that this was a high he could get ruined over.
“Skull, I like you very much… but my self-control is just about to snap.” The man said and Skull felt a shiver, it was impossible not to hear the want in the voice, it made him even more aroused. “I want to treasure you.” The man said as he placed small kisses on his shoulder-blade and up his neck, which he had exposed voluntarily without even realizing to let Hary continue his ministration. There had been no other whom he bared or allowed to touch his weak spots in such a manner, until now that is. “I want to make you feel cared for.” He said as he continued leaving small kisses on the side of his face, coping his face gently. “so… I have to stop now, okay?”
Skull couldn’t help but whine as he glared weakly, aroused beyond reason. “Don’t want you to stop.” Harry growled deeply in his throat hearing that, he kissed him hard, their tongue battling for dominance once more which Skull had no desire to win. There was spit spilling from the side of his mouth but he didn’t care about the obscene picture he must have made “I want you.” Skull said between the kisses. Harry couldn’t help with a resigned smirk he didn’t deny him. “You’re bad for my reasoning.” There was a hand touching Skulls pelvis right above the line of his pants, an unspoken question lingering in the air.
“Do it” he said, their hips touched and his vision turned white, Skull couldn’t help but claw at the man’s neck as they pressed closer, moving with urgency, like they could get close enough, couldn’t touch or feel enough, it still wasn’t enough. As if hearing his thoughts Harry’s nimble fingers moved to the front, Skull move back as far as he could till his back pressed against the wheel, his flier opened with little resistance. Skull was no virgin but he had never been touched by another man. He couldn’t help but think it was quite different, the fingers were longer, the skin was tougher and his touch was just about a thousand times hotter than anything he ever experienced till now. The cloud wasn’t sure how Harry seem to know exactly how to touch him to make him come undone, but Skull was gasping and panting with want small wanton sounds escaping his lips, that just couldn’t be contained. The black-haired man watched him, those blazing green eyes looking up at him drinking in his expressions as he reached fulfilment all too soon. He couldn’t help but feel bad, since he was the only one who got to finish, but Hary shook his head as he tried to offer a hand. “I am fine, you can help me with it later.”
“but…” Harry kissed him once more silencing him before helping him clean himself, he had some wet wipes in the car happily, the walk back would have been quite awkward otherwise. He couldn’t help but make a mental promise to definitely pay the man back tonight as they got out of the car.
Skull felt akin of walking on clouds as Harry took his hand and they walked toward the inn.
“Do you have any food you are allergic to?”
Skull shook his head. “I don’t eat octopus, but I am okay with the anything else.”
“Octopus?” Harry asked curiously.
“I have a pet octopus.” He said not sure how to explain, Okado wasn’t just a pet…
“I see, I am myself found of Owl and snakes, but they are not a popular dish here in Europe.”
“Boss! Skull-san!” The receptions greeted them with a smile.
Skull was thinking the man would let his hand go once they reached the reception desk but Harry surprised him once more when he gave him a small peck on the lips instead. “See you in 3 hours?” he asked and Skull was sure if he nodded any faster his head would fall off, but he dared not open his mouth less he whines for more and embarrasses them both in front of the receptionist. This was going to be hard.