The Unlikeliest of Mates

Chapter 2

Pic of Basilio :)

Basilio POV:

Sun streaming into the bedroom, Basilio awoke with a happy start, without an ache in his body. Getting up from his bed, he stretched and shakes the remaining sleep away from his body, making his way into his bathroom. Despite being the eldest, he had to share it with his sister, who was closest to him in age, Nayra. It was a classic Jack and Jill bathroom and with their opposing schedules, they both got plenty of bathroom time, most of the time. He goes, turning on the sink and simply washing it with a bar of Dove soap and a towel.

Drying his face with a towel he goes to shower, the water almost scalding when he does so. Using some generic smelling Suave Body Wash, he washes up relatively quickly, making sure to lather his hair as well.

The squeak of the nob sounded as he stepped out of the shower, his wet fit hitting the bathmat. He takes his green towel around his waist, padding back into his room.

Basilio heads to his closet, which was a standing oak closet, adorned in detailed carvings on the front and sides. It wasn't particularly large but holds just about all of his clothes, minus some shoes and coats that were kept in separate storage for when the seasons changed.

Opening it up, he looks around for warm clothes and spots a plain wintery-blue long sleeve shirt and then a pair of faded black skinny jeans, but not too skinny as he hated the feeling of his balls being trapped in his pants and his feet getting caught when he takes them off.

First, he puts on his socks, then jeans and then shirt. He doesn't forgo boxers. He doesn't.

He goes and makes his bed, straightening out his comforter, which was a dark moss green and littered with stuffed animals and blankets. Underneath his bed sits a large fake cow hide rug, which was fuzzy and surprisingly knotless considering how much he laid, sat, rolled, and overall abused the poor thing.

Outfit assembled, he fell back onto his bed and mindlessly scrolls through his tiktok feed. It was only 7:40am and he usually has breakfast around 8:15ish most morning as his mother is already up and cooking right now. He could hear her puttering around downstairs, cursing occasionally as she moved around getting things prepped and ready.

As much as he didn't like the fact that she would cook by herself, he knew better than to help her, at least in the mornings. She was grumpier and more prone to losing her patience, plus she liked her morning alone time, so he respected her desires. So instead, he got to kill time and lazy around until the breakfast bell rang.

30 minutes or so passes of mindless scrolling before that familiar chime of the breakfast bell goes off. Practically sprinting, Basilio makes his way out of his room and downstairs to feast.

Into the large dining area, the rest of the Ticona family was sitting in wait for their last family member. He takes a seat between his grandmother and father, and they all bow their heads in prayer.

Silent thanks were given, and they all shortly began to dig into their breakfasts. The table was lined with fried eggs, tomato slices, slices of cheese, empanada fritas, and a jug of Api. All that food made Basilio mouth water and stomach grumble. He grabs a few empanadas and tomato slices and got to eating.

"Why do you always eat like the food is going to escape your plate?" his mother chastised.

"Cause it does Ma'. Those two always find a way to steal it." he says, pointing to his two youngest siblings, Inti and Belia, both of whom smile devilishly at him and his plate. He pulls it closer to his body dramatically, just to make a point.

"I will never understand you children and your need to mess with each other." His mother says, rolling her eyes playfully.

"You would know all about that you troublemaker. Who was it that was always stealing her brothers' sweets and her mother's nice lipsticks hm? Wonder how you got so fat in high school." his grandmother chastised in Spanish.