"Well well well, look who finally decided to come downstairs?" Brent called as soon as he heard the bedroom door open. Kellen already felt guilty for what he'd done, but at least he was changed.
In a fresh pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt, he felt much better. Rhys, because he got his clothes dirty, had also changed into a pair of sweatpants and a fresh t-shirt. They pair truly looked like a pair, and while Kellen was embarrassed, Rhys was grinning.
"Oh you're just jealous, Guide Jameson." He called and Kellen could hear Brent snort.
"Damn right I am! You're hogging one of the fine chefs of this establishment! Now get 'em down here. We need both injured men to get to work!" Kellen rolled his eyes and Brent's response, while Rhys, in a much better mood for some reason, happily headed down the stairs.
"Be careful with that mouth, Brent. It might get you in trouble someday." Rhys warned and Brent's laughing frame came into view.
