Siel immediately went to his room and slammed the door shut in frustration, tossing his coat into the sofa and slumping beside it. And the reason for this is none other than that 'idiotic lass'. When will she ever know? He repeatedly gives hints but she can't even differentiate where's the front or back.
"Siel? Are you there?" a soothing baritone voice called out from the kitchen the delicious aroma filling the air hints that the person inside is cooking. Not hearing a reply, the latter went out and saw the frustrated state Siel is in. He furrowed his brows before going back to the kitchen to turn off the stove first. He'll continue later, this little guy clearly needs some comfort. He slowly sat down on the floor in front of him.
"Aris, are all girls shallow?" Siel suddenly asks causing Aris to raise a brow and then chuckled as he realized what he meant.
"It's that girl again isn't it?" he asked amused. Taking Siel's silence as a 'yes' he leaned forward and ruffled his soft brown hair, causing the latter to glare slightly at him. Aris just laughed at him and even dared to pinch his cheeks until they were red and sore.
"I only asked a question what's that pinching for?" he grumbled.
"Just want to Lil bro." Aris said smiling, "as for your question, not all girls and not at all times. Some are too clever, making them scary but attractive at the same time." he said these words while looking straight into his eyes.
There was something in Aris's eyes that makes Siel nervous but curious at the same time. He opened his mouth but was interrupted by a sudden loud growl... He looked down and touched his tummy.
"Hungry."
"Get up now and get the table ready I'll be done soon."
"I'll help." Aris stopped for a second before declining and teased Siel for being useless in the kitchen while he was at it. Being used to it Siel just did as he was told.
So what if he isn't talented in that area? There are many people in the world he could just let them do it on his behalf.
Besides he's a very busy person if not for that 'idiotic lass', he'll be currently running across the globe savoring the little freedom he has. And not sitting in the class while listening to the topics he knew more than the back of his hand.
"Table's ready." he said and in the next second Aris walked out of the kitchen with a roasted turkey still steaming, its mouth-watering fragrance filled the air. Making the former's stomach rumble. He endured it until Aris finished setting up the food.
"New dishes?" he asked referring to the French and Italian dishes.
"My deadline's coming up, so I took this chance to hone my cooking skills, still have a score to settle with Louis." he said referring to his best friend that is a world-class chief specializing in both main course and desserts. The almighty Aris who had never been defeated by anyone lost to a childish, clinging brat who proclaims himself is the best in his field. A little arrogant but true.
"Why bother competing with him when you'll lose anyway." Siel stated as a matter of fact.
"Hey, Lil bro just who are you siding with? Come on we've been together since we're fetuses-"
"We're not twins Aris, it doesn't apply." the latter glared at him.
"Give me back my dish." Aris said annoyed.
"Ok." Siel said getting up.
"Where are you going?"
"CR, I'll give you back your dish." Siel said so seriously causing the former to choke on his food.
'Gahd! Why did you delivered me to evil!!!' he cried inwardly. Ignoring the pain he was suffering from choking he got up and ushered him back to his chair and forced him to continue eating.
"Aris, if I continue to eat you'll have to wait until tomorrow for me to return it. Considering it's all mix I might be both solid, soft, and liquid."
(T _ T) - Aris
This continued until they finished eating, cleaned the table, and washed the dishes. Aris retreated into his room traumatized by what happened. He had a hard time forcing himself not to vomit the precious food he made with so much effort.
He has had nightmares because of this. While the culprit is currently lying on his bed arms and legs spread wide. He stared at the ceiling for a long time and fell asleep after a minute.
'Idiotic lass.'