❝The silence was which he liked to be in, even though his body was slowly starting to tell him of his fatigue even if his spirit was alive and able to run another hundred miles if need be. Once arrived at the building which supposedly was grand new architecture, Anubis looked upon the male of whom he knew nothing besides being rich and with the street light upon his skin - handsome. “If you desire me to leave I will,” he spoke and looked at the other, his feet standing still while his mind could come up with a row of things he could be doing - none of them something you would like to display on the streets. “I am no grand talker myself, but before my two hour jog back I would desire a glass of water, yes.” He left it to the stranger to tell him what were his boundaries over which not even a tow would be set, Young Kwang presence not intimidating to make someone ask him in. Dress in sweats, a tank and a open teal sweater along with worn out sneakers he seemed much more like someone committed to sport not a leather weapon molded into perfection with state money. His eyes were those which showed his own set of mind - they were deep and one found within them what they wanted to see which heavily depended on a humans mood. Some saw the lust for passion between the sheets, while others the nightmare to keep them up at night and away from Anubis - this was why he was a statue with no more emotions but in those poison green eyes.
Weariness is starting to consume him to such a degree that his knees feel weak, and he has a hard time keeping his eyes by the other without faltering. Something he’s trying to hide, of course. Because it’s below his dignity to ask for help with something so utterly stupid. “ Alright then, I believe I can offer you some water. ” He stated calmly, stretching his shoulders a bit. Then he’s pulling out his wallet, seeking the little card hidden in one of the small folds, He pulls it out, pushes it against the scanner until the moment it chimes and the green light glows. Fingers move quickly over the keypad, code pushed in with ease and the second light glows, and the door unlocks. He opens it, gesturing for the other male to step inside before himself, following closely behind. Taekwoon moves towards the elevator with confident steps, looking at Young Kwang a few times, pressing the small button to get the machinery moving. And as soon as it arrives, the doors flying open, he steps inside and pushes the button reading ’ twenty-two.’ It’s his own private floor, a large apartment that’s much to his liking. The elevator moves quickly, and as it stops by his floor, his fingers move over the small keypad to the right of the floor-selection board, pushing in yet another code. When he’s done, the doors open again, baring the expanses of an expensive-looking apartment with polished floors and panorama windows. “ Make yourself at home. ” He merely stated before he walked out of the elevator, slipping out of his shoes and his jacket, only to pick them up and bring them over to the closet just a mere meter away, two white double doors keeping the area secluded from the rest of the open spaces.