He had wanted to do something, even if it was simple as washing dishes, but it seemed his cousin was determined to do that, too. By this point Chao was starting to feel a little annoyed and useless. Dishpan hands. Sure. Still, with a sigh he moved aside, instead turning to head back to his room.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, he stared into space for a moment before dropping his head in his hands and releasing a groan. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…” After a few minutes of moping, he finally stood, making his bed and picking up whatever remains of the alarm clock he missed, anything to keep himself busy while he waited. He had prepared everything he needed the night before, and now found himself without much to do as he waited for Dai to finish readying himself.
As he did, he found himself going through potential conversation, trying to figure out just how he was going to apologize to his far too gracious cousin. “Why am I such an asshole? Fucking city with its fucking cars. I almost miss the tree frogs at this point…” He needed coffee. Hopefully they could stop buy a coffee shop or something, and on the way he could figure out how to explain himself, and hopefully make Dai feel more appreciated.
It didn’t take a genius to know Dai was less than content with his reactions; Who would be? Especially after his efforts to make him more comfortable. Though he wasn’t too keen on his cousin hiding his discontent behind a cheery face, he supposed he shouldn’t pry; Dai was an adult, he could keep as much or as little to himself as he wanted… But really, it was so hard to ask forgiveness if the other didn’t seem to care. Chao cursed under his breath again. He was just going in circles at this point.
Head jerking upwards at his cousin’s call, he grabbed his bag and entered the hallway. “I’m ready.” He stated, hesitating a moment and giving a sort of awkward and sheepish but genuine smile, small as it was. He mentally patted himself on the back. He just needed to get into the swing of things, that’s it. It had been a couple years since he had seen Dai last, after all. Just get into routine and get a coffee, and he’d be okay.
…On that note; “…Is there… A coffee shop along the way?” He asked with a tinge of awkwardness, grabbing his red leather jacket from the coat closet and slipping it on. He grabbed his leather shoes, sitting down next to his cousin to slip them on and firmly tie the laces. While doing so, he glanced at Dai from the corner of his eye before turning his gaze back to his shoes.
This would have been a good time to apologize, probably. Probably. But for once, his brain was… Well, some semblance of its normal workings, and told him to leave it. He’d apologize later when he was fully awake. And less nervous.
If there was one thing that unnerved him, it was how fast paced the city was. Cars were always zooming by, crowds of people walking thin sidewalks… So many people at the same time! And so much noise and no one was even friendly enough to greet you back, instead staring back like he had grown another head or rudely ignoring him. And then there were trash that littered the streets, and the trains, and… He gave a mild shudder. “Why is the city always so… Busy…?” He muttered under his breath, face holding a mildly nervous expression. Embarrassing as it was, to him the city resembled a giant… Monster, of sorts. Just the thought of being swallowed up by it scared him, taken in and spat back out like those home movies he would watch with Yunlu, Tie, and sometimes Xiu on those late Friday nights.
…It’s probably very, very sad that all I know from the city is what’s from movies. I should have traveled with father more. He mused, grabbing a red headband from his bag and slipping it over his head down to his neck to bring it back up, keeping his hair out of his face. With that done, he pulled out the tie holding his hair back, running a hand through the golden locks before staring at Dai’s extremely messy hair. His eyebrow twitched.
No. Don’t do this. You will not let this OCD take over. Even if his hair is against everything you stand for. Do not get the brush. Don’t even try. You know its impossible to tame it. Don’t try. Don’t…
Almost against his will, he reached in his bag yet again, but managed to stop himself from pulling out a brush. Instead, he picked up the bag and stood, brushing any dust off his jeans. “Ready?”