✰ i'm not from around here ✰ (p, outer!)

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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor;borderwidth=0px;bordercolor=;text-align:justify;width:425px;][size=8]Destiel huffed, his ears flattening against his skull. His ears were cat-like and acted as such. He gave a small sigh of relief as the cloth was removed from his temple. He watched the other grab gauze and tape, beginning to cut it to fit. He grabbed his hair, pulling it away so it wouldn't get stuck under the gauze and into his wound.


    He stood still as Grayson put the gauze against his temple. He looked down at the floor, feeling awkward to watch him anymore. He felt weird to look him in the eye, he wasn't quite sure as to why that was. He assumed it was because of the events that had unfolded earlier, but he wasn't sure. He didn't much care either.


    "Oh, it's Destiel. Destiel Amari." He said, his eyes flicking over to look at him. he gave a small smile before returning his gaze back to the floor. "You're probably dying to know about me, huh? I don't blame you. If someone as weird looking as me waltz into my apartment, I'd be curious too."[color=#ffffff] He gave a small chuckle, twiddling his thumbs.

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    Grayson returned with an awkward chuckle. That wasn't exactly what he was curious about, and he felt a bit ashamed to ask. Maybe he had some weird medical condition? Like that Wolfman Disease, only...cats? At leat the guy--I mean, Destiel--was aware of his curiosities. Grayson stared a bit too long as he finally got a full view of his face. It was interesting to say the least, but wasn't unattractive at all; for a cat person.


    He gently flattened the tape and bandage to his wound. He hoped he did this right. "I'm sorry about this again. I wasn't really trying to hurt you that much. I just wanted to scare you out of my house." He looked away awkwardly. Grayson wondered whether calling the police was even worth it anymore. It's not like he stole anything of too much value. It seemed as if food was his only goal. He considered giving him money, or some more food from his fridge.


    [color=#ffa0d6]"I'm Grayson, by the way. Grayson Fields." He hesitantly held out his hand to greet him, feeling a bit bad about earlier.

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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor;borderwidth=0px;bordercolor=;text-align:justify;width:425px;][size=8]Destiel relaxed his ears, feeling a bit more calm now. He wondered what exactly he should tell the other. Should he tell him about his origins, that he wasn't from here? Would he even believe him? He glanced at the other, watching him finish. He hummed slightly, smiling.


    "Really it's fine. I'd do the same thing if I was in your position." He gave a small shrug, his attention fully on the other. He was a bit worried, but only because of the whole place to stay situation. He might as well tell him. "Let me be, uh, honest/ I'm not really from around here if you couldn't tell. Until I can get home, I was looking for a place to stay, which is why I entered your apartment. Typically, the apartments towards the top of the building are vacant... But I, uh, guess not."[color=#ffffff] He smiled awkwardly, wondering if the stranger would let him stay there for the night. He kinda asked, but not directly, which was his goal.

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    Grayson instantly felt worse for the guy. If he knew this earlier, he would've just let him stay. He reconsidered calling the police in that moment. But how was he to help him? He really only had one bedroom, and the couch was probably too old to sleep on. He wouldn't want him to have to sleep on the floor. Maybe he would have to. He smiled a bit in return, trying to seem less threatening than he did before. Though, he might've just seemed scared earlier instead of threatening.


    "I... wouldn't really mind if you stayed here. Or ate." He didn't really look at him. He said this while packing the first aid kit back up. Slightly glancing at the cloth in the waste basket, he noticed the weird color. He thought that maybe it just scabbed over a weird color, and didn't think much of it. [color=#ffa0d6]"But I'm not exactly sure where you would sleep."