21 Last Wishes | ✔

Fireworks - 12

DA note: I don't know Earth's likes, dislikes or allergies (What am I, his wife?).

The shit I wrote is purely made up.

Any match from reality is purely a coincidental guess.

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          Night was just falling over the city. The last colours of twilight were fading as stars were appearing.

          Shoving hands in his pockets while they slowly walked away from the rush of cars and pollution, welcoming a beautiful view of trees and lamp posts embedded in earth with even distance, emitting Yellowish light on both sides of the lone road with occasional cars passing by, Mix asked,

          "So what do you like, dislike or have allergies from?"

          Earth, who also had his hands shoved in his pant pockets, looked at Mix, "Why do you ask?"

          Mix answered, not meeting his eyes, "Well, since I'll be the head chef of the house," He turned his head to Earth with a smile, "I need to know what my only customer prefers eating."

          Earth's brows knitted, "I won't pay you for this."

          "I didn't ask for it either." Mix almost rolled his eyes,

          Earth breathed out and turned his gaze away as he started, "I can eat almost anything. Except for liver and shrimp. I hate liver and I have allergies from shrimp."

          "Any special demands?"

          "Yes, actually, I'd really like to get the breakfast back in my routine. Make sure to cook me two sunny side ups and either two mini sausages or ham slices. And please toast two slices of Brown bread too. In lunch, please make anything which has avocado in it. Some fruits in the evening- Oh and I forgot the most important part, extract me juice of any kind of a fresh fruit everyday. And in dinner you can make anything,"

          Earth exhaled and coincidentally his gaze fell at Mix, who stared at him with a frown,

          "Maybe I should really consider asking you to pay me,"

          "You should be grateful that I shortened my list,"

          "Shortened your list— Define how,"

          "I drink a cocktail of at least five to six fruits every day in the morning and I didn't ask you to make me coffees either,"

          "So very merciful of you to deduct even that." Mix sarcastically put as Earth glared at him.

          "You say as if you're doing all the chores of the house."

          "And about that, yes, I'll be taking all the house chores,"

          "Mix," Earth turned his head to him,

          "There's a drawback," Mix met eyes with him, "Let me finish."

          Earth didn't say anything as Mix took the signal to continue,

          "Yes, I will be doing all the house chores but on some days, when I need a break or need to go out on matters of my script writing, etcetera, you will be in charge of it all. Be it sweeping, dusting, washing clothes and dishes and what not. The only exception is cooking, I don't want that beautiful house burned down."

          "I won't do that." Earth frowned, turning his head to him once again,

          "But you have the tendency to," Mix simply put,