Rona internally sighs. When will he catch a break? He turns his head to Mortas, to hear what bull he has to spill. The vampire raises his glass.
"To our new allies, the Lycanis," he begins. "May this new bond we've created bring nothing but prosperity, and joy, for all of our people, and end this war!" He enthusiastically cheers. Rona wants to roll his eyes. He expects there to he clapping, but no, Mortas continues on. "And as for you, Rona," he turns to the werewolf.
"Huh?" Rona almost chokes on his drink as Mortas gets close to him.
"I really mean it when I say I'm sorry about earlier. Not just about your toy, but about what I said back before we entered the mansion too," he goes on. "I look forward on getting to know you better." He puts on an incredibly impressive show, leaning as close as possible to Rona, fangs gleaming as he smiles.
The nerve! Rona can't believe this, how are any of these imbeciles falling for this stage play? Rona can do nothing but play along, he is helpless in this situation. He acknowledges Mortas.
"Thank you, Mortas, ah.." He looks at his parents, and they look back, expecting him to say something in reply. "I'm deeply honored by your initiative. I too, will work to get to know you better as well." He stares at Mortas the entire time, just to convince the adults. And it works.
"Oh, splendid!" Rona's mother says. "How happy I am that the two of you have already made up. You teenagers and your mood swings." She rolls her eyes dismissively as she says so. Mortas sits back in his seat, sipping his drink. He looks over at Rona, who is already hyper-focused on staring at the table cloth.
What's the matter with that brat, anyway? He's the one who made a huge fuss over some ugly doll, and almost choked Mortas out. Mortas thinks throwing that thing out was deserved, he'll cry over it no more, just like his father said. But, truth be told, Mortas really just wanted to see the mutt cry. He should learn his place, and keep his mouth shut.
Dinner arrives, as the servants bring the food in on wheeled tray carriers. Food is placed down in front of Mortas and Rona, each their favorite dishes: rare steak with scalloped potatoes, and house salad, and breaded porkchops, with mashed potatoes, broccoli, and with a side cup of mixed fruits, respectively.
"Well? Don't be shy, go ahead and eat!" Mortas's mother announces, and everyone starts to eat. Except for Rona. He sits awkwardly in his seat, not touching his plate.
"Is something the matter, Rona?" Mortas's father asks, which causes the Lycanis's to look at their son, previously not noticing how he refrained from eating.
"Ah," Rona's father says. "How could we forget? Rona tends to be shy eating around new people. It's a problem he's had since he was little, forgive him." He explains. Mortas looks over at Rona, who can only stare at his plate.
"Your food is getting cold, you know." Mortas tells him.
"I.. I know." Rona replies, unable to meet eye contact. Mortas sighs.
"This is no problem, I take care of babies all the time, I know the perfect way to make you feel right at home." Mortas takes a piece of his cut-up steak, stabbing it onto his fork. He points it at Rona. "Open wide." He says, making an "O" with his mouth. Rona turns to Mortas. Yet again, this vampire is testing his morality. Should he let Mortas feed him? Or should he bite his finger? Damn this man! And calling him a baby! How dare he? If he hesitates any longer, the blood from his steak will drip onto the table cloth and the floor. Great. Rona hesitantly opens his mouth for Mortas.
"Ah..." Mortas then shoves the steak into Rona's mouth, however, it was gentle enough for no one to notice. Rona barely keeps himself from making a noise, closing his mouth, as a drop of blood from the steak flows down his chin.
"Oh," Mortas says. "Why don't you let me get that for you?" The vampire uses his thumb to wipe the blood away, before licking his thumb. "Delicious!" He chimes, then turns back to his own plate. "Sharing your food is a sign of trust, and that there is no aggression regarding said food," he says. "Would you mind sharing yours, Rona?" He asks.
My God how Rona wants to go ape. He slowly chews the food Mortas gave him, before glancing back at his plate. He cuts a piece of his porkchop, putting it up to Mortas's face, like he did his. Mortas happily takes the meat, chewing. Rona started eating his meal after that.
The rest of dinner didn't go so well, as one could guess. Well, it depends if you were Mortas or Rona. In Rona's case, it was Hell. Mortas used every moment he could to pick on Rona. And the wolf could do nothing about it. All of their parents are airheads, and he's not usually the type to react to such infantile bullying, but this vampire is really getting on his nerves. Rona just wants to go to sleep.
Wait, sleep. The two of them have to share a room. Goody goody. Rona expects their parents to want them to get a good night's sleep, so the two of them will most likely be sent to the bedroom instantly. Rona sighs, as everyone's plates and silverware are picked up.
"Thank you for the delicious meals, ladies." Mortas's father thanks the two servants, and they bow to him, before taking the used items away. "Well, why don't the two of you head up to your room? There is plenty planned tomorrow, so rest is necessary." He says. Of course, just like Rona thought.
Mortas and Rona go back up to their room, sighing as they settle back in. Rona quickly heads into the washroom, before Mortas can say anything to him. He doesn't know if he was going to, but he didn't want to give him a chance. Rona locks the door, sighing. He supposes he should wash up. Let's see here.. There are two toothbrushes, one with a red band around it, and one blue. Rona assumes the blue one is his, and takes it to brush his teeth.
Once finished, he supposes he should hide this somewhere.. he doesn't want Mortas to come in here, and dunk this into the toilet water or something. After hiding his toothbrush, Rona continues to look through the washroom. Nothing peculiar here, except, there is only one bar of soap in the shower to wash your body with. Gross! Rona shall have that fixed as soon as tomorrow. With his work being done, Rona leaves the washroom.
"You may go in there now." He says, avoiding Mortas. He hears the vampire click his teeth.
"What took you so long? You were just brushing your teeth, weren't you?" Mortas stands with his arms crossed. Rona stands next to one of the nightstands, undoing the blue ribbon in his hair, as well as his braids. He glances at Mortas, awaiting a response.
"Yes," is all he says, placing the ribbon and hair bands onto the nightstand. Mortas scoffs, walking into the washroom.
While Mortas is in the washroom, Rona takes this time to quickly change his clothes. There is a big closet on the far side of the room, and so Rona opens it. Almost completely empty. Save one pair of pajamas for Rona and Mortas each. Rona takes the pair that is his size, and changes out of his daily wear. Unusually comfortable! Just as he finishes, Mortas comes out the washroom. Rona looks at him. "There are pajamas in here for y-"
"I can see that," Mortas says, walking up to the closet. He grabs the clothing off the hanger, then looks at Rona. "You mind?" Rona merely scowls at Mortas silently, before walking to the other side of the room, turned away. Rona hears Mortas's footsteps, indicating to the wolf that he is finished changing. Mortas sighs. "What are we going to do about this?" He stands at the foot of the bed.
"I've already decided that I'll sleep on the floor," Rona states. "I assume you want the bed, and I won't fight over it. However," He continues. "In case our-"
"Mortas! Rona! How are you two doing?" Rona's mother suddenly appears at their door, and the two boys quickly hop onto the bed together.
"We're doing fine, mother." Rona says.
"We were just about to head to sleep, Mrs. Luna." Mortas adds. The woman laughs.
"Oh please, call me Mrs. Lycanis!" She says. "Well, I just wanted to check in on you two. Hope you're ready for tomorrow! All of our stuff should be here by then! Goodnight, mwah!" She blows an air kiss to them, leaving.
"Byeee!" The two boys say simultaneously, with big toothy smiles. Once her footsteps vanish, they both heave a sigh. Rona gets off the bed.
"You know, your mother seems to pop in at the most convenient of times." Mortas lies on the bed.
"Don't you dare speak of my mother," Rona says, as he prepares a spot for himself on the floor. He adds extra blankets for comfort, and some pillows for his head.
"Psh," Mortas blows air. "What if they find you down there?" He asks.
"Well," Rona says. "For one, I'm on the side of the bed where they will not immideately see me on the floor." He continues. "And two, although I hate to admit it, if we don't want to get caught, you're gonna have to help me."
"Help you?" Mortas scoffs. "In what way?" Rona hums.
"You don't mind getting up early, do you?" Mortas sits up.
"There is no way in Hell I am waking up early, just so you don't get seen sleeping on the floor, like a dog."
"Would you rather we share the bed?"
"Ugh, fine, you brat." Mortas lays back down, and Rona soon follows. They hear all the lights and other machinery in the mansion start to turn off, and know it is time for them to sleep. But sleep doesn't come for a few hours. How can one sleep, when your enemy is laying right next to you?