I'm sorry. (Private. Senpoo and Waff)

March 14
9:30 PM
One week after major argument

The smug expression on Spencer's face was nothing less than noticeable. His gaze was fixated on the road directly in front of him as he took the last turn to Chupa Cabra's. Still, he couldn't see past the cloud of light that the headlights on his car created. A world of mixed emotions flooded his consciousness, and he needed some relief.

Parking his car in front of the building, he places the T-tops on the Camaro to keep the now-drizzling sky from flooding the interior. The only illumination around him was the subtle glow from the restaurant's windows.

Shoving the door open slowly, he turns around and faces the person at the counter.

"Just give me something..."

"But si-"

"I said just give me something."

Frustration peeled away at his face when the man hesitated. He even clearly stated it again and slammed his fist down on the counter; slightly cracking the glass part of the bar near where he hit it.

"...Thank you..."

Grabbing the drink tightly in his hand, he sits down in the booth next to the window and watches other cars pass by. Occasionally, there'd be a stray animal.

A pretty faced, slim bodied, asian woman sat on Kataro's lap, and rubbed his face sensually... But Kataro was... unmoved. He was in a very numb state at the moment. All he could think about was Spencer and the fight that he had with him... He hadnt talked to him in a week now... And he avoided seeing him. Kataro got up from the chair, abruptly placing the woman off of him and he walked over to a window. He stared out of it blankly, and thought about the things he regretted saying. "Damn..." He whispered to himself.

Spencer downed the last bit of his drink. He blankly stared at the wall across the room as if something was there. His fingers tapped his pocket where his cell phone was as he hesitated on whether he should try contacting Kataro again even if one half of him really didn't want to.

"Dammit...."

Resting his head in his hand and leaning on the table, he pushed the wine glass back and forth with his fingertip and eventually let it fall sideways onto the table. A few seconds after, he cursed and forced himself to pull out his phone and contact Kataro.

Not paying attention to what he was typing, he sporadically puts: "We need to talk. You know where to find me." And throws his phone down on the table like it was hot to the touch; slouching in his chair while staring at the table in front of him.

A sudden "bbbvvbvv" from kataro's pocket slightly startled him... He reached into his jeans and pulled out his phone, and looked at the lock screen. The first thing he saw was a text from Spencer.......
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It made him very very nervous... "We need to talk. You know where to find me." You know where to find me...? I'm... Im already here... Kataro thought to himself. He looked around the buildig to see if Spencer was there. Then... Low and behold. He spotted him in a lonely booth... Kataro wanted to run and hide as quick as he could. But he needed to man up. So. He walked, slowly, over to the booth... He sat down right next to Spemcer without saying a word. He didn't really know what to say...

When Spencer felt somebody sit down in the booth right next to him, he glanced over for a split second until he saw their hair color. Immediately, he looked back down at the table and remained silent. He used his index finger to move his phone around the table and refused to look up. He didn't know how Kataro got there so fast, but that was besides the point.

Quiet seconds turned into what seemed like a half hour. Then, he finally took the chance to say something.

".....So...."

"YEAH!" Kataro shouted abruptly as he turned and looked at Spencer. It wasn't an intentional response. He kinda just snapped out of his dazed state... He looked over at Spencer for a quick second and sighed. "Sorry... For... Everything pretty much... Well... Almost."

Spencer sat there for a few more moments as he thought about what he wanted to say next. Somewhere in his mind he didn't want to apologize. Yet, the selfless side was saying it was the right thing to do.

"I only held you up to the wall to get you to listen to me.....you do understand that, right? Knowing you, I knew there wasn't much of a choice......just like when you began screaming at me."

Then he paused for what seemed like the longest time; reading over what he said in his head over and over again.

"I know that what I did was....wrong....but I know that you know that I have a good record with the DWMA."

Kataro let out a sigh and looked over at Spencer. "I'm going to be honest... I... Don't really regret most of what I said... But I could've said it differently." He said trying his best not to sound rude or cruel. He bit the top of his lip and stared at the seat of the booth. "I... Don't really want to get married. I don't want to share the reasons but... I don't."

Spencer winced slightly and silently held his breath when Kataro finished his sentence. The frustration seemed to flush out the worsening tension, but it was there. It was welling up on the inside, and he had to say something about it, but didn't know what.

"I can already guess...and it's just.....maybe a little to early for that...I don't know why I would've asked..."

Still slouching with his arms crossed over his chest, he stares down out of the corner of his eye at the window sill. Again, he refused to look over at Kataro. While they were speaking, he didn't feel the need to look. Besides, he'd probably lose his words if he had to stare at the person he'd fought with. Just like a child after one of its parents yells at it. They don't want to look them in the face.

Kataro buried his head in his arms and sighed. "It's not the timing... It's just me right now... I'm sorry for overreacting and being very... Bad... I hope you can forgive me. But for now, I think we need a bit of a break from each other. Just for a little while. I'm gonna go to my family's mansion for a bit..." Kataro then stood up and stood next to the booth quietly, waiting for Spencer to respond.

Spencer ran his fingers through his hair and stared into the crease in his elbow in deep thought. A break is probably exactly what they're going to need. It'll just be a fresh start. And while he didn't want to do it, it was the best thing to do right now.

"I'll be at the apartment..."

Maybe he could do some stuff to the car. Chill.......and....chill.

"As long as you don't kill anybody. We don't need you wanted for felonies in seventeen countries."

Kataro smiled and turned towards the door. "I think I'll be alright... Probably." He said as he slowly walked out. He let out a sigh and his smile faded into a dull expressionless fave. He felt bad and good at the same time... But, at least he got some things settled.

Spencer sat there for a few more moments before finally standing up and walking out; not bothering to pay for his drink. The rain had picked up and the sidewalk was already drenched. Some of the weight was pulled off his shoulders since he knew now that some of the tension was released.

Resting his arms on top of his car, Spencer stares down through the glass and into the inside. He didn't really know if he should say something to him or just leave it at that. Was it enough to make sure they were alright? Or was it not enough?

But eventually, he made up his mind and sat down in his car; closing the door behind him. Minutes passed and he'd done nothing but stare at the small Z/28 emblem on the steering wheel; tracing it with his finger. He was tempted to go in and buy another drink, but knew he had to drive home so he couldn't do it drunk.