" woah, you o- " before he could finish the Silveret had begun talking and Sora just blinked in confusion
" Joke? but.. im not.. ???? " he tilted his head on the side and furrowed his brows in deep thought.
Some of the other staff in the cafe, face palmed, seeing as Sora was too Honest and Naive. A flying newspaper came and hit Sora in the head. Hard. It came from the counter. “ow! “
Tifa glared at Sora and said something about not just deciding to bring home a stranger.
" but, if we can be friends then he won’t be a stranger anymore! and i wanna be his friend. " the brunet replied with a smile which received another hopeless sighs and face palms from his co-workers.
When the silveret stood up and started to walk away, Sora got up and Quickly blocked his path ” c’mon, don’t be like that! i just want to help! ” he looked at the aqua blue-green eyes of the silver haired male, with his sincere and honest deep blue ones.He really wanted to help the guitarist, since the first day he had saw him.
♫║: Eyes of the other patrons were on him as he made his exit, already hearing the whispers and gossip that would surround the restaurant if not the general vicinity for the time to come. Word would spread quickly of either the ‘ungrateful homeless man’ or possibly the ‘insulting restaurant.’ Either way, this publicity was going to hurt him more now, having to switch locations and ‘lay low’ for awhile, of one could even call it that. No one looked upon the low to begin with, and with the pull of his hood, he could become lower than that. Invisible to onlookers and the spare dime now.
Though the brunet was smaller he made up for it with speed, honestly surprising the other male when he blocked the door. His downfall was when he met those blue hues. There was just… something in them that managed to take his doubts. Was it honesty? That concept was so rare nowadays that the silveret had nearly forgotten what it was. Hard to believe something that barely real. This earned a sigh, lowering the tone of his own voice somewhat before he spoke once more.
"Look," he began. "How can I even trust you?" A gloved hand pulled the strap of his pack higher upon his shoulder, guitar gripped firmly in the other. "What are you really trying to do?"
" eh? " Sora blinked for a few seconds, processing what the other just said. " well, you just can? I’m not a bad person after all.. well, i may be a little bit stubborn but, i can assure you i’m a trustworthy person! " the brunet spoke in a loud yet calm tone, fully unaware of the people looking at them.
In the back, Sora’s Boss, Tifa, was scolding Sora about ‘people can’t just trust someone whom they just met’ followed by calling Sora an idiot ” h-hey! im not an idiot! ” the brunet replied towards the woman.
Turning back to to the silveret, he gave a stare to the musician ” that’s why i told you, i want to help you! what else would i try to do anyway? ” Sora just closed his eyes in deep thought. Exactly what else will he do anyway?