Heart stood in the kitchen staring at the wall while stirring the soup on the stove in front of him. But his mind was far off somewhere else and in reality, the spoon really was barely even touching the surface of the soup.
“I wanted your body.”
“And now?? Maybe more…”
‘The next time you want to wear such a lewd woman’s suit to an interview you might want to make sure it fits you in all areas.’
‘You… want… me.’
That last one sent His body into a frenzy and Heart’s ears blushed as he thought about the many things Saint had said to him.
Then he remembered the moment he thought he would stop breathing. That moment when Saint asked him if he could “Acquire his… temptation.”
Heart started breathing in and out, freaking out a little.
He grabbed the pot to take it to the table and turned then without thinking and dumped it. The hot liquid splashed onto his skin, causing him to snap out of it and he realized with growing upset that he had just dumped it not into his bowl but into the sink. He finally snapped out of it enough to look down and realize what he had done with regret, loads and loads of regret for his growling tummy.
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The soup was burnt to the bottom and the top half was swirling down the drain unable to be saved.
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Annoyed, he went into his room and got undressed, not caring that the door was open to the kitchen at all.
He threw off his clothes in a fit, then fell to his bed in his boxers and crawled under his blanket.
He reached over to grab his giant stuffed panda bear marshmallow bolster he had seen in a store on the island while perusing with Anong and Saint’s credit card. The large stuffed animal, with its large bulbous marshmallow shape had caught his eye, and the thing Anong had said a few days before had popped into his mind, Anong had told him to buy it when she saw his face. Really, he had wanted to refuse, but Saint had told him to make himself comfy and really the card hadn’t been for him; it had been for Anong and she had told him he should have it. How could he resist, so on the plane home, he finally had some luggage to declare, one giant stuffed panda named Demon Lord. Now back in his room, he felt exhausted, jet lagged, and more than a little confused as to why he had been dragged on that trip, when it seemed like all he had gotten from it was a stuffed animal and some feelings he didn’t quite know how to sort through. Heart sighed and just laid there.
He stared at the bolsters little black beady eyes.
“You’re the worst.” He snapped like an angry child.
“Why do I even have you?… Good for nothing, know it all who gets under my skin!” He grumbled. But then still cuddled the bolster tightly.
“What did I do to deserve this?” He pouted.
‘I should probably do some of my work for extra credit, or finish the few papers I should have done over the weekend instead of lying here like a lump. Or at least go to the store and get some food since you destroyed your dinner.’ Contemplated Heart.
But before he had got enough motivation to stop being a vegetable, Num walked up to him slowly before laying across his arm, closing her eyes and starting to purr.
He sighed again, staring into Demon Lord’s eyes, he puddled when he pictured it as Saint’s face, the way he had looked into his eyes before kissing him. Heart reached up and put a hand to his mouth, I could be kissed a thousand times, and nothing would compare to that moment, to that kiss. It had sizzled and burned. But Saint had just left him there, they hadn’t even had a chance to talk about anything, he had just spewed his desires, his feelings jabbing them into his heart like a sharp knife that echoed his own feelings right back at him and before he could say whether or not he would give in. Saint had disappeared.
Probably a good thing to “Tonights a bust… I can’t be bothered to move.”
“You can’t be bothered to move either, can you, you old lady?” Heart said, stroking Num’s fur.
“And I have gone insane enough that I am actually starting to think about my boss for a seriously unhealthy amount of time each day. Unhealthy enough that I even named this bolster after him.”
“And am talking to it like an idiot.” Heart said flatly.
“Why”
“Why…”
“What is wrong with me?” Heart looked at Num. She didn’t look pleased he was talking into the silence at all, ever since she had just leapt through their window one day and welcomed herself into their home, she had never left. Thirteen years later she was still here, Heart had to assume she had decided to adopt them, though right now it looked like she was ready to renounce her earlier decisions and trade him in for a much quieter human being.
For the millionth time he wondered how old she was.
But he had learned never to ask a lady such questions.
He pet Num’s fur again. The old black and orange cat opened her bright yellow eyes to blink at him, then bent down, licked his arm and went back to sleep.
“If only I had asked Saint how old he was I wouldn’t be feeling half as foolish right now.” Heart threw back his head and cuddled into the large stuffed animal regretting his decision.
