Ryoki was grumblingly getting dressed. He had been having a good dream about him and Hisoku. He didn't want to leave his dream world. He finally came out still trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. His ears twitching and he smelled the food. He made a plate of waffles and bacon. He then began to drink some apple juice. He was half asleep before he looked at Hiya. Getting through eating as he listened to him speaking. "Okay." He said. Yawning and stretched. He went back to the room and pulled out some jeans and a tank top. He stretched and dressed in the tank first. Grabbing his jeans next and slid them on. Buttoning and zipping them up before brushing his hair out. He then headed downstairs to Hiya. Grumbling about waking up so early on a weekend. Though soon as he was fully awake he was okay with being awake.<br/><br/>Slipping on the tennis shoes and began lacing them up. Getting in the car with Hiya. Why was he trusting this stranger so much? He didn't know Hiya from some random guy on the street. Was it because he knew Hisoku? Was it because he and Hisoku had been REALLY close? He didn't know and he didn't understand. So he silently looked out the window. Watching the scenary go by until they came to a field. His eyes wide as they got to the pure bright green grass and how well it was taken care of. His eyes watching the red and pink rose bushes. Those made it even prettier. He loved  roses. He would never admit such a thing but he did. He loved roses and it was Hisoku who showed him how beautiful a rose could be.<br/><br/>He looked at him. Listening as he spoke. Taking in each piece of information slowly. Being a sacrifice sounded painful. He doubted it was as painful as what his mother did to him. That thought made him feel less happy. He would eventually have to go back there despite what Hiya said. He could not stay forever from his mother or she would hurt him worse when he did come home. He had tried running away before but she always got the law to bring him home. Then hurt him to within an inch of his life for daring to run away. He focused back in on what he was saying. Be the one targeted? Keep focused and ignore his injuries. He did not want to be in yet another world of pain. He sighed mentally as he took this in. He was only getting this part way but had a feeling he would be learning whether or not he wanted to. He nodded his head. Stronger magic meant he needed to say if they lived or not sooner. He did not wish to kill people. This world of Spells and Sacrifices sounded like something Hisoku would excell at. How would he do in a world he had never trained in? He knew only what Hiya was teaching him.<br/><br/>He looked at him in curiousity. Listening to the spell that he was casting. Watching in amazement as the strands of hair in that braid turned to dragon scales as it began to move like a Chinese water dragon. His eyes wide as he watched the blue flames coming out of its mouth. He focused back in on what Hiya was saying. He watched Hiya come towards him and instinctively stepped back because he was not used to something good following something like that. He watched him. Shivering as his ear was rubbed. That felt nice. His ear twitching in Hiya's hand. Looking at Hiya innocently as he spoke. Truly bonded? What did that mean. Listening to him speak. Just suggestions? He didn't understand what a true bond was. "What do you mean by true bond? I do not understand." He said. Watching Hiya warily. He wasn't sure he really wanted to know the answer to that question but it was too late to take the question back.