Pretending as though he hadn’t heard that claim, John’s face contorted in a wry smile, shared with no-one but himself. It was almost amusing in a way, the constant denials. Renouncing what he wouldn’t be able to overlook when time eventually held him to account.

Wanting no part in the ensuing negotiations, the blond keeps his distance, finding limited distraction in a stray pebble he kicks around with his feet. Meaning what he had said, it was his intention to let Ky smooth over the bumps encountered along the way, wanting to see how the male would fair without his name town into the mix.

For if it was, the tide of this conversation would take a substantially different turn.

“Oi. What’s the hold up back there? Are they letting us walk on or not?”

_{as much as ky’lar would claim that hell was his home, it wasn’t his world — wasn’t by a long shot. it was, by almost all means, a place where he came when it was needed, but by all means, it wasn’t a place that he knew well. to many, that, in itself, was a contradiction, and a reason to why he kept his lips shut on the mater.}

of course, the so called negotiations were short; he couldn’t brag about who he was here —- not with someone else. even more so since he had tried to keep to earth unless needed, but all the same, he ended up turning back around after the creatures took their leave, and hopefully they wouldn’t be spotted again.

❝ it’s nothing. they were just curious. ❞  that much was a lie; anyone could tell that much, but as long as the both of them kept their noses clean, everything would go smoothly. well, he hoped as much at least.

❝ an’ it’s best to keep moving, don’t you think? ❞