Chapter 62 – We need to talk (1)
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-The next day.-
“We need to talk.”
Recalling the mory of our previous interaction made it hard for to co up with a decision whether to go and see Ricdorian or not. It took more than eight hours to find my courage to look at the man’s face who made feel a bunch of emotions with his innocent but lewd actions.
Right now, I’m standing here in front of him at precisely twelve o’clock at noon.
Actually, I already decided to stay away from him for a few days and then co back to see him, just to ease the tension between us for a while. But that plan backfired as it just gave the urge to see him more. As a matter of fact, I was a lazy person, but once I made up my mind, it was my principle to get things done quickly rather than wait for so other ti. And with that, you could tell that I’m not really good at making decisions.
Also, I have this driving force that makes want to visit him. It’s like we’re that both sides of a magnet; the North Pole and the South Pole.
And he’s that North Pole that keeps on attracting and pulling my soul to be in one with him.
“Arfff?”
And so the next day, neither of the grown-up nor the rational Ricdorian showed up to .
Instead, it was the beast Ricdorian who did.
I had noticed that these past few days, his beast, rational, and grown-up side would always show up alternately. The so-called ‘three-faces’ of this man, each of which has a randomly designated personality, making them unique from each other. And sadly, this side of him got the deficiency of not being able to talk. Indeed, the na of a beast suits this one.
“Hey, not that side of yours. Can you change to your other modes?”
“Grrrrr!”
“Yes, I’d rather have a rational conversation right now.”
“Arfff? Grrrr! Grrrr!”
“...you shouldn’t have said anything.”
I stared down in difficulty.
How can we have a proper talk in this state?
I sighed because of the struggle.
At this mont, the male protagonist was displaying a brute’s personality as he was exactly wearing the mask of a beast. Obviously, he seed to be saying sothing using his current form’s language, but I cannot understand it. And to think that he was the male lead of a novel made sigh.
Co to think of it, in my whole life’s existence, how many tis have I encountered such a main character?
“Yeah right. Just him. A male lead with different characteristics. One of them is a cry baby, while the other is a beast that doesn’t speak.”
This beast can’t communicate in another sense, and he should be able to do so with others since he was this romance novel male lead. Of course, it was his job to seduce the heroine with flowery words.
But how can he do that when he can’t even have a proper conversation with right now!? He just can’t.
I squatted down and sighed heavily for another ti.
I can do nothing about his present state, but since we’re already here, all I could do was to make an effort to understand his mode of communication just like what I usually did.
Wait.
“...I haven’t seen scars these days. This is a good thing.”
It felt sowhat unusual seeing Ricdorian without marks from the tornts he’s been suffering in the basent. Truth be told, Ricdorian has always been hurt. This was because even though he was bound by chains, he tried to forcibly move around despite the chains’ length-limit being reached. Furthermore, Archduke Harnim, who ca to see him every ti, abused him.
Also, not long ago, one of the guards went into his cell and hit him. I’ve heard about this from Ricdorian.
I was surprised to hear that a guard, not anyone else, had hit him, but fortunately, the guard was fired for another reason before I even appeared in this prison.
Ricdorian did not know why beating himself was bad or wrong. In fact, the agony I felt while listening to that story was nothing compared to seeing it happen in person. Witnessing him groan in pain and grunt in front of makes my heart bleed in affliction. That’s why I brought a bunch of dicine for him last ti.
“Oh, by the way, I’m here to ask you sothing.”
Tilting.
I smiled and gritted my teeth in admiration at him, who adorably tilted his head.
Hmm... what’s wrong with this cute puppy?
I wasn’t able to get the right timing this ti. I thought that it would be hard to hear an answer from him, as this was the only way I could question him.
With my head down, I swung my head, and my hand laid on the floor felt cold.
When I slowly lifted up my head, I could hear the clatter of iron chains.
What? When did you get so close?
The beastly Ricdorian had his face on the back of my hand.
“Arfff...”
He stroked his face against the back of my hand like that of a dog wanting to be petted. It seed like he’s asking to caress his face.
I could hear him growling from the inside of his neck, mingled with a jolly and cute voice, which I found really strange.
So I tried pulling my hand out of fear that he might all of a sudden bite.
Grab.
However, it appeared that Ricdorian had this sort of beastly instinct as he reacted faster than . Without second thoughts, he grabbed and brought my hand closer to him. I tried resisting, but it was hard because he held my hand tightly as if his life depended on it. The tightness of his hold also depicts fear that I might be gone any ti he loosens his grip.
I glared at him.
The things that this form of Ricdorian knew were barking, biting and sucking... And among them, the most common thing he did was to ‘bite’.
I quickly reminded and warned myself of these before my poor hand would beco a victim.
“You... you can’t bite.”
“Arrff?”
“You are a man, not a beast. You can’t just set my arm in place and start grilling it with that teeth of yours. Co on.”
Pretending to hear nothing, he still positioned his mouth near my hand. He even pouted his red lips and blinked naively. Soon, with half-eyes open, he looked at as if saying that he had done a good job.
“No. I don’t have anything for you to eat today.”
As soon as I spoke, Ricdorian’s eyes rolled down.
We may have spent a short ti together, but I already knew what he wanted.
“Wait a minute, why are you eating that...”
Ughh!
Ricdorian placed my finger inside his mouth before answering and once again gave an innocent blank look as if he was saying he had done another great thing.
I don’t rember asking you to bite , but why did you just interpret what I said as eating?
“Hey, don’t eat it. Why...ah.”
It was the mont when his tongue was moving sensually around my finger that made frown slightly. It twisted around my fingers which was like eating a persimmon that was moving at different angles.
“Ah...”
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