Quick to Descend

[toomuchbull]

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Rider's form comes back to Chiyo's side, but one he's there and material again he takes great care to stand and put distance between them. There is nothing in Rider's body but raw anger now, anger that makes him shake and choke on his own words, beyond letting out a thundering, "What was that for?!" If the rest of the Tohsaka house wakes, so be it. Let them see this.

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[toomuchbull]

Whatever that is, Rider is sure it's an amusing comparison. "Definitely not - whatever that is. You should head back to bed."

[eien_no_chou]

Satoshi's head dips down, embarrassed. "I know, sorry, I guess I'm bothering you. You probably want to go to bed too, right?" Swallowing, he balls up his last bit of courage. "I-it's been nice to meet you, though. I'm Satoshi."

[toomuchbull]

"I'm probably half the reason why you're up," Rider admits, not feeling particularly guilty about that fact. "So consider us even on the bothering thing."

[eien_no_chou]

"Okay," Satoshi smiles a little. This man can't be Yakuza after all. He doesn't even have a sword, and Asuka said Yakuza always carried swords. "So, um, what's your name, sir?"

[toomuchbull]

In theory, Enkidu could give his real name with no consequence, but there's no guaranteeing that the other contestants in the war will maintain the Tohsaka stance on not involving children in the matter. So he forces a small smile down at Satoshi. "Rider."

He takes a few steps down the hall as well, hoping that he might be able to prompt the boy back to bed while appearing to drive off himself.

[eien_no_chou]

Satoshi watches him go, turning over the strange name in his mind, but feeling a happy warmth in his chest all the same. He'd done it, he'd finally talked to him, he'd...

... stayed up way too late. A yawn cuts off the rest of his thoughts, and even though Rider is pretty much out of sight, he still says, as loud as he dareds, "Good night!" before escaping back up the stairs.

[toomuchbull]

Rider opens the creaking garage door in response, lingering there until the sound of tiny footsteps racing back up the steps fade. That's Rider's cue as well, and he makes sure to close the door before fading back into spirit form. It's been a long night, and servants don't sleep - they only rest, and for once, rest is something Rider truly needs.