Shifted his head away from the other as he spoke “No it's not okay!” he growled to the other “I don't want to be carried and I don't want to be given a piggyback...” his voice showing he was getting angry at such suggestions “Do I really look like a four year old to you?” he closed his eyes though his face mirrored his agitation on the matter “Just... Just leave me alone!” he finally had enough, he felt babied and picked on all at the same time and he hated both

Ryou sighed. He wasn't going to leave him there or go away. "do you have any better ideas?" He asked once Kyoshi looked a little calmer. He didn't like arguing and that usually didn't solve anything. That's why he was glad his parents couldn't see him at this type of school. "sorry. but I'm running out of ideas here."

Kyoshi moved his bag onto the bench slowly and started to bring out notepads, textbooks, his sketchbook which had a semi-detailed sketch of a sleeping Ryou. He normally had some spare sweets in his bag for emergency’s he found himself wondering if he still had them or if he had forgotten to repack “Come on, there has to be one” he say continuing to rummage around “Oooooh!” he exclaimed bringing out a small box “Maple sweets” he exclaimed bringing out the bag, but he bit his lip and held the box out to Ryou “You seemed to like them so I got some for you on my way to work on Monday” he say with a gentle smile

"you could have thought of that sooner before I ended up being like my parents." Ryou bit his lip. "but thanks. Think we can make it back now?" He would give Kyoshi some time if he needed it to balance out his dizzy spells and things like that. He still felt bad for arguing with him over his own safely. He still needed to take into account the seriousness it could be and just let Ryou do what he could, no matter the embarrassment.

“Your parents are strict” he say placing all his things back in the bag after the box was taken, a wind passing revealing the image of the sleeping Ryou before Kyoshi could get the sketchpad into his bag “I didn't think about it, because I bought them for you” he say honestly, his eyes going wide seeing the sketch, quickly grabbing his pad and shoved it into his bag hoping the other didn't see it “I think I should be fine” he say his voice was showing he wasn't to sure, he still needed sugar and hoped he could hold out until they got to the store. He knew he was in the wrong for arguing given his condition but he didn't like being babied it made him feel like he was being a hassle to another, and he was already having a hard time at school giving the fact he didn't fit in and worked at a cafe three quarters of the student body visited frequently so the last thing he wanted was to be embarrassed for getting a piggyback ride

Ryou noticed him grab something quickly and put it away. "what was that?" He asked, blowing off the question when Kyoshi said he'd be fine. "better off trying then. Shall we. Yeah they are. They always were. That's the only form of recognition I ever got from them is always them yelling or showing me off like some pet."

"what was what?" he asked suspiciously, he knew right there and then, the drawing had been spotted but tried to play innocent, hearing how Ryou's parent's treated him he felt kind of sorry for him, it made him love his parents even more for paying attention to him "Next time there is a school break, you could always come to my house" he say smiling, he wanted him to know what a real family was even if his family where not well off like his own

"You put something away fast? what was it? something you're not telling me?" Ryou nodded, he might just take him up on the offer. "maybe. It also depends on them too. They always want me to come home just to have someone to ignore." He sighed, getting up. "shall we go then? I need something chocolate." He was starting to almost sound like Kyoshi. He secretly consoled his family issues with chocolate constantly. It was a wonder he kept his shape.

"It was my sketchpad, it has my homework in it" he say honestly, what he wasn't telling him was that the still image they where told to do as a homework assignment was a sleeping Ryou "My family wouldn't mind you coming to stay, we don't have a lot, but we are always happy to have another" he say gently walking beside him, stopping every now and then when he felt dizzy "Makes two of us" he bit his lip hearing what Kyoshi said about his parents ignoring him "Well perhaps you spend half the time with me and my family, and then I could come and stay with you and your family the other half" he say that way they spend the whole holiday together and they could understand each other a little better

Ryou nodded to the idea. "Sure. My parents may ignore us or they may try and pretend they don't do any of that. They like pulling on a mask and hiding who they really are. My bed's big enough but only one in my room. You'd probably end up there since the maids go on holiday then." He knew this for a fact. "They only come back on weekends to clean up. So. Let's go get some chocolate. I'm in the mood for the rich Belgian chocolate or Swiss...not sure. Dark chocolate either way."

Kyoshi smiled as the idea was accepted by Ryou "My parents won't ignore us, in fact they will place us as the center of attention..." he say with a chuckle "They always make such a fuss, it's because I'm the baby and now being away from home will not help that any" he say showing that he would know what it was like to be in a proper family even if it was only for a short time.

Hearing they would be sharing a bed at his home a blush came to his cheeks, Kyoshi knew at his home he would be expected to give up his bed as sleep on the floor which didn't bother him any, but sharing a bed even though it happened already but that was once and for three hours, what Ryou was putting forward was at least a week of sharing.

Hearing the types of chocolate Ryou was wanting he blinked before yawning a little "I don't like dark chocolate, the flavor is to rich for me" he confess, but followed his pace slowing as he started to feel weaker

"ah. Let me guess. Hand-me-downs and other things like that? and some new clothes too? That type of babying you went through? I'm glad my parents only had me. I'd rather be the only one neglected." Ryou sighed, listening to Kyoshi more.

"that's because it's got not much sugar in it too so it's bitter. I may get a variety pack with the different flavours too. Those are usually really good. Whatever you get will be good for you though. And at my place...I could always separate the bed or something." Though we all know Ryou didn't want to do that.

Kyoshi stopped dead as Ryou spoke about what he would expect "So my family are not as well off as yours Ryou!" he almost yelled turning away from him, his voice bitter as he spoke "No like hand me downs or anything like that..." he began to walk away from the other back to where the bench was "I meant going for picnics, having meals with family..." he stopped for a moment "Actually feeling wanted, you know the things proper family's do... things money can't buy!" he growled moving away once more

"Uh. I didn't mean to offend. It's just I never experienced those things but only read about them. I didn't mean anything money-wise about it." Ryou sighed, sitting where he stood. "I heard from other people. Neighbours and such that they do the same things. I'm an only child. I know nothing of those things." He huffed, lying now on the pavement.

Wither or not he meant it as an offense or not, with how Ryou worded it he came of as just another spoiled rich boy. Kyoshi didn't want to hear it even though he was apologized to he still felt wronged. Stopping he turned and looked to him "You could have worded it better, you came off as one of the other people in school.." he shook a little his hands gripping the cuffs off his sleeves as he tried to fight back tears

"You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you intentionally. I truly am sorry." Ryou looked down as he sat up again. The last thing he ever would want to do is make Kyoshi cry. Unless maying it was brought out by pleasure. He shook his head free of those thoughts. He got up, going over and offering a tissue from his pocket. He always came prepared. "anything I can do to make it up to you?"