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Of course I am. You're always Terry to me. He stated with a warm smile to his lips. He laughed softly, always enjoying himself when he was around his friend. Oh, he hated when they were apart. He had not wanted to let go of his friend, he really did not, but he doubted that it would look good for the lead singer of Right Lane Ends to be clinging to some unknown guy. That was a bad thing. No need for gay rumors, right? He really wished for something else with his friend, but he did not even know if Dieter was gay, and well, Dieter did not know that he was. He would tell him eventually. He would, he just did not know when to do so, or how to. Mainly the how to. Suddenly saying hey! I like boys! would be a little awkward. New topic Diner! Of course I remember. He smiled a little more, wrapping his arms around the others elbow while he moved out of the airport and headed toward the little car that was parked and beeped as he pressed the button in his car. Turning to look at the man next to him, he pecked his cheek before he skipped over to the front seat. Sitting inside, and once both were situated, he easily went off and through the streets to make his way toward the diner his friend spoke of. He really was happy right now. He loved when the man was home. SIX MONTHS! It was far too long! Far, far too long. Turning to look at the male next to him for a moment, his eyes traveled over his form before once more going to the road once more. So, what have you been up to? Where have you gone? Oooh! Wait. Just tell me when we get there. He laughed softly and straightened up a little more in his seat. He wanted to ask him question after question, but he did not want to spoil any conversations that could happen over dinner. -- Walking through the town, a soft sigh passed by Ronins lips as he pushed his pale fingers through his dark locks. His amethyst eyes kept to the things around him, sighing heavily as he did so. Today was not a good day for Ronin Marx. Everything just went downhill since he woke up by stepping into a good five inches of water on the ground of his apartment. Then, he went to work, got yelled at. Violated. Molested. Sexually threatened by his scumbag boss. When that was over, he found out that HEY! His car was TOWED. And whats worse? He has positively NO money to be able to get it back any time soon, so that would wind up being crushed or sold off at auction and now, he was walking back to his apartment at the worst time to ever be in the streets, and he was miserable beyond all belief. Hearing someone talk to him, well, that was the downfall of the man who tried to talk to him. Normally, whenever he got a comment like that, it meant something that was not innocent. So, his instincts kicked in and, turning around, his fist went swinging into the others jaw, growling out in annoyance. Bugger off creep! He yelled, hands balled into fists as he glared at the man that was there. He was positively seething as he stared at the man, grumbling a little bit more when the mans features slowly clicked into his head who he was. Great. Just fucking GREAT! What the fuck do you want, creeper? he was not going to give the man the luxury of knowing that HE knew who this loser was. He did not like them at all. No. He may have on a different day, but right now, he just did not want to deal with anyone. He did not even care that he punched him. He deserved it! For sneaking up on him in such a creepy area, yea, he deserved to be punched far worse than what he did to the other. His hands lifted to rest on his hips, fingers tapping against his hips while he waited impatiently for the other to answer him.