DOGMATIC DABI X OC

11

 'The person you have reached is–' he pressed down on the hook, the line hanging up. "Strange, usually she picks up."

He dialled again, same thing.

'She's ignoring me!' Xian exclaimed, surprised.

'Who ignoring you? Girlfriend or hooker?'

Xian rolled his eyes, pushing the hook back down for the third time. 'My sister.'

'Eh, psh.'

Xian dialled another number, waiting for at least him to pick up.

'Who is this?'

'Heyyy~'

'You're alive.'

'Sadly, I got saved by a Russian grandma who only speaks in cynical.'

'I can't tell if you're joking or you've just hit your head too hard.'

'Neither, anyways, I'll be home tomorrow, or at least I hope.'

'You hope? Where the fuck are you?'

'That's a great question,' Xian pulled his ear away from the receiver, looking down the hallway. 'Where am I?'

'Who the fuck knows.'

'Who the fuck knows, apparently.'

'Sounds relaxing.'

'It is. Anyways, good to hear your voice, I'm going to pass out now, see you.' Xian hung up, happy to at least have heard Toya's voice.

He wasn't lying about the passing out part. The alcohol plus whatever the fuck happened yesterday had made him exhausted, and he knew it had been at least a day because there was no way he only slept a couple of hours after getting knocked out by god knows what. Also, his arse hurt from sleeping on a hard mattress.

'Minerva, do you want me to stay sleeping there or can I sleep on the couch?' she looked up from her cooking, stirring something in her pot that Xian prayed wasn't hard spirits.

'Sleep wherever, except my bed,' she paused, looking him up and down. 'Actually no, you can sleep in my bed.'

'No thanks, I don't swing that way.'

'Suit yourself, do not sleep before I finish making dinner or you go to sleep hungry.'

Xian nodded, sitting down at the dining table as Minerva finished making the food, and then poured the chunky soup into two bowls, one small one for her, and a huge fucker for Xian.

'I'm not going to be able to finish all that.' Xian sweatdropped, the bowl sliding in front of him.

'You eat or die.'

Xian sighed and stabbed his spoon in, slurping up a whole mouthful of chicken soup. At least he can die savouring the taste of chicken and mushy carrots.

After about an hour of back and forth banter, and Xian nearly dying while choking on his soup, he finished it and helped Minerva clean up, both the kitchen and where he slept the night before, moving the things there to the actually quite spacious couch she had.

'Who do you think I am having skinny couch, I need lounge to lounge, not sit at 90 degree angle like fucking statue.' Xian nodded, tucking the sheet into the corner of the couch whilst she ranted about modern furniture.

By the time they were done Xian was completely wiped out, and ready to fall on his face and pass out.

'Be good boy, do not leave without cleaning up, and say goodbye or I hunt you down.'