Kyle cooked spaghetti for the newcomers in the boarding house.
He is this kind of a person; someone who wanted prioritizes peace above else. If only he’s a woman, he might win as the Ms. Universe who advertise ‘World Peace’.
“Slyv! Can you call Ryan? Tell her that I’m done cooking the spaghetti!” Kim asked Slyvester a favor.
Slyvester, who was gulping while watching Kyle cooks, wiped the saliva on his mouth. Then he answered, “I already knocked on her room. She said she will go down later because she’s still busy cleaning her room.” He pointed the pasta and asked, “Kyle, can I eat? I am so so hungry.”
“How’s your tooth?” Kyle asked worriedly. He put the pan with sauce at the middle of the table. Slyvester followed him.
“I went to the dentist and received treatment,” Slyvester explained with crumpled face.
Happy at the news, Kyles tapped Slyvester’s head as if he’s a mom praising her own kid. “Very good.”
“You two look like a mother and son,” Chaylen, who was watching the two, commented with a mockingly laughs. He is half-naked, revealing his six pack abs.
Slyvester and Kyle also have abs, but they should not compare theirs to Chaylen’s because that will put them in sour mood.
Subconsciously, Kyle groped his tummy, touching his abs as he complained, “Chaylen. There’s a woman in the house. Please wear some shirt.”
“Mom is angry. You’re doomed,” Slyvester chuckled as he tried to sneak some pasta on the table.
Slyvester called Kyle his ‘mom’ due to his personality of being a nagger. Kyle is too kind that he wanted everything to be in moderately right. That is maybe the reason why women tend to break up with him, despite having a good looks.
‘Dating a super duper nice guy is little boring,’ the women thought.
If a kind man like Kyle exists here, then there’s also an evil man named Chaylen.
“Ryan will surely like seeing my body,” Chaylen said in confidence. “Who knows? She might drool,” he added, biting his lower lip before opening the fridge.
Sylvester and Kyle looked at each other. It seems they have the same idea, like: ‘Oh no. We have a bastard in our house.’
“Oh! There’s an ice cream!” Chaylen gasped. “Let me have some~”
“Dude, back off,” Slyvester warned. “Those are Vincent’s ice creams. He will get mad if you try sneak one. I’ll tell you, he knows every single missing ice cream in the fridge.”
Chaylen closed the fridge and looked at the two. “You mean that pork and Vincent? He is the man who sounds like a robot, right?”
“He sounds like a robot,” Kyle said, sighing, “but when he gets mad, he can fight against Volte’s Five. Instead of eating that, come here and eat what I cooked.”
Chaylen glanced at the spaghetti on the table. “Oh? I just noticed that right now. Why did you cook a lot? Whose birthday is it today?”
“No one,” Kyle chuckled. “I cooked this for everyone. Let’s say it’s a welcome party.”
Exactly at the time, Ryan came down from the second floor. Vincent also entered the house with a guitar on his hand.