Sonata- 2
#2 of Sonata
Requiem
Chapter Two
Danzo Panico
My nap was rudely interrupted by the chirping of my cellphone.
"Receiving incoming transmission ! Receiving incoming transmission ! Rece- boop !" it cried out as I quickly pressed the 'answer' button on the screen.
"Hello ?" I asked, somewhat groggily.
"Sleepybutt !" I heard a voice, all too awake and cheery. I looked at the display to see a number, no name.
"Who is this ?" I asked again, shaking my head slightly to clear it of sleep.
"Who else do you bump into during the night ?" the voice, now sounding very familiar, replied.
"Trystan ?"
"Hole in one."
"Why are you calling ?" I asked as I sat up in my bed, almost fully woken.
"I am bored. Wanna catch a movie ?"
I stretched a bit.
"I guess. You have one in mind ?"
"How do you like bad movies ?"
Thirty minutes, a quick shower, and no bumps on the head later, Trystan and I were at the local community cinema, famous for showing low budget science fiction movies from decades ago.
"This is a showing of 'It Came From Veracity Seven" followed by "Oh No ! Aliens !"
"Sounds like a rip roaring time," I commented, almost deadpan. Trystan tilted his head.
"You want to go somewhere else ?"
"Nah, this is cool," I said, my ears slightly folded in shame for having sounded so unexcited. In all honesty, I was more excited to be spending time with Trystan. Friends are nice to have.
"Good." With that, we entered and Trystan bought himself a soda and me a box of candy.
"To make up for last night," he explained as he shoved the box into my paws.
We entered the movies, the only ones in the entire room, and settled into seats near the center. This was an old style theater, with no arm rests or dividers. Thus, we were able to spread out on the row, and with no fur in sight, did not have to feel ashamed of such.
About halfway through the first movie, Trystan began to lean over toward me. I took no real notice of it, being transfixed by the horrible graphics.
When the intermission between movies arrived, his head was resting on my shoulder and I could feel him breathing deeply. Not wanting to disturb him, I stayed seated, allowing him to sleep.
He woke up a few minutes later, when the fan fare announcing the next movie blared over the sound system.
"Sorry," he said softly.
"No worries." I wrapped an arm around his shoulder, just to show that I did not mind. He giggled and snuggled onto my side.
"You are warm," he offered as an excuse.
"Silly otter, leeching my warmth."
"Om nom nom !" he said as he playfully bit my shoulder, causing me to blush and squirm a bit. "Ticklish ?"
"Uh," I fumbled for words, confused as to what was happening.
"I will find out later," he commented, returning back to nuzzle on my shoulder.
We stayed like that for the remainder of the movie, me idly scritching his upper back. As the end credits began to roll, we separated and walked out to the darkening sky.
"Just about dinner time," he offered. "I still owe you a dinner."
"I think today made up for last night."
"Still, I would like to cook for you."
"It is all right," I said as I turned away, playfully teasing him. I felt him grab my paw.
"Please ?"
Twenty minutes, a wrong turn, and an agreement later, I found myself at his apartment, slightly confused at his motivations. Maybe he was just lonely and wanted a new friend, or maybe he wanted more. He was, after all, friendly with me in the movies. I walked up to his front door where he was standing with slight trepidation.
"Welcome to my abode," he said with a laugh. I entered and found myself surrounded by the standard decorations that hailed a college student's home: pizza boxes, empty bottles of alcohol, and the obligatory movie posters. I chuckled internally as he quickly tried to tidy up.
"Roommate," he said as a quick excuse. I shrugged and walked in, taking my shoes off before walking on the carpet. "My room is that way," he said as he pointed to his left. "Make yourself at home." I entered his room and noticed a stark difference in the quality of living. He had artwork on the walls, no real clutter, and the entire room spoke of an OCD organisational mad spree. I sat down on his desk chair, feeling somewhat out of place.
"Hey," Trystan said as he entered his room, flinging himself on his bed.
"Nice room."
"Thanks. I did not tidy up today, so sorry for that." He looked slightly ashamed. I tried not to snort out of laughter.
"No problem." We sat in awkward silence for a moment before he cleared his throat.
"So, I was thinking about making a pasta. Want to help ?"
"Of course."
Thirty minutes, a cut paw (accidentally, of course), and some quick thinking, we had a hotroot shrimp alfredo that would make the television chefs jealous. We both sat on his bed, his laptop playing some music softly for ambiance, making small talk about ourselves, our lives, and whatnot.
"So, tell me," Trystan said as he placed his empty plate of food on his bedside table, "would you want to do this more often ?" I was in mid chew and did not immediately answer, causing Trystan to become slightly crestfallen in expression. I swallowed, nearly choking on a chunk of shrimp, and patted his shoulder.
"Of course." He looked up and beamed.
"Awesome, because I have a good idea for a date next time," he began, speaking very quickly before stopping in place. I gave a slight chuckle.
"Freudian slip, huh ?"
"Yeah pretty much." Trystan looked awkwardly out a window. I reached and massaged his shoulder, silently letting him know it was all right.
"What was your idea ?"
"Well, maybe a museum ? But, perhaps we should talk first, hmn ?" He sighed as he looked over at me.
"That would be best."
"I like you. A lot. Today proved that to me. I think we could work well together." I noticed that when he got nervous, he spoke in broken sentences. Yet another adorable otter trait. "Well, maybe we could date?" He finished, finally popping the question. I leaned forward, after a moment of thought, and rubbed my nose on his own. He grinned and placed a paw on my lap, bring us close together.
"Perhaps we should move a little slowly," I said with a smile. "Let us get to know one another before we move to that next level. Otherwise, we could ruin a great emotional and physical connection, hmn ?" Trystan laughed sheepishly and removed his paw, placing it on my hip instead.
"It is getting late, and you probably need to get back to your dorm for some sleep." I sighed and nodded. "Well, shall I walk you out ?" We both rose from his bed and walked out to my parked car, where I pulled him into an embrace.
"Text me when you get home ?"
"Will do," I said as I gave his nose a small kiss. "Have a good night." I hesitantly broke the embrace and entered my car, driving back to my dorm, my thoughts running faster than my car could accelerate. What was happening ? What was I doing ? I sighed and gave myself a small smile.
"Love, it is the unknown, and the excitement that arises from the unknown."
I would have to make a change to my paper.