Easy Slacky (CaleBeru)

Scene 1 : Damn, The Waist

Cale Henituse heaved a sigh. Deeply, at that. He leaned back on his seat as his two finger makes it's way to his head, pressing his temples. A familiar frown registering on his face.

Just, what the hell?

His head throb. The reason why his head is throbbing keeps playing like a broken record in his mind.

He pulled his two finger that's pressing on his temples, he then glance sideways to shoot daggers at the innocent communication device that he abruptly slam on his table after the call.

Aigoo, just what on earth happened? His Majesty, that intelligent Hyung of mine is acting weird. Sus.

"Human, i knew something was weird because Uncle Cookie is not smiling as usual!"

Raon shared his observation to Cale, wings fluttering wildly as if he discovered something that he needs to report. Cale just snorted.

Of course, why would his hyung-nim be smiling as usual? They're not scamming someone today. Cale is lowkey, staying still and not causing trouble now. Ah, he's getting teary eyed knowing he's in the process of his slacker life.

As he's savoring his wonderful dream that he finally achieved, his thoughts abruptly stopped as he drifted again to what just happened moments ago.

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Cale is feeling refreshed, well, as it is because he just finished a bath. He sweep back his wetted red hair that keeps falling near his forehead, humming as he choose a simple outfit for the day. Although the simple outfit that he have is definitely not that simple as it looks as fancy in his eyes. Sigh, this will do.

Should i buy some light and simple clothing clothes later? Money is not a problem for him anyways but....

He open his wardrobe widely and the sight that welcome him halted his plan of buying clothes.

'So many clothes.'

His eyes stayed longer at the couple of colorful clothing hanging in the middle of his wardrobe. He almost mistook his wardrobe for a damn rainbow. His three children brought that colorful clothes for him when they once went for shopping spree. They keep piling the clothes, he never wore it once although they keep nagging him.

No, he would never, ever, wear that - Coughs. Maybe before, for once, when Raon tearily pleads him.

How could he reject the request of his youngest? It's not like it would hurt him.

Unaware of the smirk creeping on his handsome face because of the nostalgia, he closed his wardrobe in one hand, while holding the simple outfit he chose on his other hand. He grabs the white towel that is barely wrapping around his waist, his naked body was soon fully clothed as he threw a look one more time on the mirror before he leisurely left the giant bathroom.

His large bed welcome his sight. Raising an eyebrow, he ask his youngest that is looking at him with his bright blue eyes. Reminding him of a mysterious starry bluish night sky.

"Yeah, you're here? Why aren't you playing with your siblings?"

He asks that because he heard the squealing and laugher of the children coming from the villa. The youngest who should be playing the most is in his bed, looking closely, as if he's been waiting for his Father.

He strides at a leisurely pace until he reach the large bed. Raon, who's on his knees in the middle of the bed cheerfully put up his arms, asking him to carry him.

His brow furrowed. The heck, this seven years old son of his is too heavy for his strength. Sigh. They grew up so fast.

"Come here."