Snippet #2269976

Ronix could admit that he was a little disappointed when Mr. Pirate let go of his hand. It had been so warm and welcomed, and now it was gone. He took this time to wrap the loop of his lead around his wrist, making sure it didn't drag anymore.

"So I didn't get your name? And also why do you not hide the fact that you're Scion? I've been wondering about that all night, most people try to blend in, but not you."

"Well, aren't we full of questions?" Ronix smiled, giving a stretch before giving a humble bow. "My name is Ronix. No more, no less. I am the son of Bastet and I chose to show my blood-line proudly." Straightening himself, the smaller male grinned slyly.

"People are only afraid of what they don't understand, if you let them understand, they will no longer fear you."

"Come on, I'll walk you home."

Like the obediant little boy he was, Ronix smirked and joined Patrick by his side.

The walk home was a little boring, nothing really said and no small talk to be made. He didn't want to talk about the girl, so she never came up. When they reached the 'nicer' (although all of San Fran was nice in his opinion) part of town, he stopped infront of a large white townhouse. Turning to his companion, the young Scion smiled.

"Thank you for walking me home." He purred, his ears giving a little twitch as he pulled his jacket a bit closer around him. "Can I offer you a drink or a snack for your trouble?"