Chihiro walked into Dalton's alleyway, his native home ever since the war. Dalton was "Playing" with his grubby little homeless fingers, when he heard Chi slowly approach Dalton's part of the alley. Chihiro started the conversation, "No one followed me or has seen me, I think we're in the clear." Dalton stood up, and gave Chihiro the tightest hug possible, he was sniffing Chi's hair when he was just taking in the view of the disgusting alleyway. "Nice place you've got here." Said Chi, with a hint of wit and sarcasm in his voice. "At least anyone following me would be so unattracted by the place they'd leave immediately." He said, as he gave Chi a small peck on the lips. See, the reason Chihiro and Dalton only ever show their feelings for each other in private, is because they're afraid about telling anyone about their private relationship that's been going on for a bit. Dalton and Chihiro truly love each other, it's just a small artistic femboy and a chubby autistic weeb would get really weird looks. "They're not unattracted by the location, they're unattracted by you." Stated Chihiro. Dalton gave him a scowl and a smile and said, "You don't have to be such a dick, kike. Now why don't you come and do something useful." As he said this, Dalton gave Chi a wink. By this one simple action, Chihiro entirely understood what he meant. Chihiro slowly leaned into Dalton, opening his mouth for Dalton to insert his tongue and explore every crevice of his body. Dalton was holding back, his eyes filled with lust and love and passion. He couldn't just do what he wanted, and rip off Chihiro's clothes and consume anything and everything Chihiro had. He had to hold back. Temporarily.