Cupid (DNF + Karlnap)

Chapter 18: Indian

Karl POV.

Slowly I lifted the spoon to my mouth and ate the rice which was drizzled with butter chicken curry. The hotness of the food immediately got to me and I tried not to react as I slowly managed to swallow down the food. It took me a moment, and aside from the spiciness it was quite nice. Techno noticed me struggling to eat and chuckled.

“The butter chicken they make at that place is mild… do you think that was too spicy?” He asked, a teasing note in his voice. It quickly made Sapnap glare over at the pinkette protectively, until I put my hand on his arm to catch his attention and stop him.

“We just don’t eat spicy food that often.” I responded, trying to avoid causing an issue. “Indian food isn’t really sold where we come from.” Slowly I took another bite of the butter chicken. “But it is nice, I just was caught off guard.”
“Yeah.” Sapnap agreed. “It is quite nice.”

Dream glanced over apologetically. “Sorry, since you didn’t have any idea as to what you wanted to eat I just figured butter chicken and plain naan bread.”
“It’s alright.” I smiled. My eyes stayed focused on him, not because of his words but because he was sharing a meal with George.

The two of them were sitting opposite one another at the far end of the table. They had five small containers of different curries in reds, yellows, and oranges. Also between them was a plate of naan bread and a large bowl of rice. I smiled, watching the way they shared and muttered to one another.

It was a sweet second step, just after them sharing a bed last night at the hotel after a walk home. George noticed me studying them and glanced over. “If you want something else then you can have some of mine.” It shocked me slightly, since I hadn’t asked him for any of his food and he was offering it. I mean it was a nice thing to do, but this was food for him and Dream.

Respectfully I turned him down, going back to eating my butter chicken. The five of us were crowded around the table, not saying much other than that. Between every few mouthfuls I looked back over at the two of them, noting the shared smiles on their faces.

I nudged Sapnap, motioning over to the pair for him to see. Both of us were hopeful, perhaps too hopeful since the pair of them had proven themselves to be oblivious to one another. We watched as they shared their food back and forth. Dream lifted the last piece of naan to his lips and added some rice and one of the curries before taking a bite.

“Hey.” George pouted. “I was wanting that… Dream.” He whined, and all of us looked over to the pair of them at the end of the table.
“There were only three pieces of naan George.” Techno pointed out with a shrug, lowering his gaze back to his food. “Dream got it first.”

“I know, but-” He cut himself off, changing his sentence to grumble something inaudible before stabbing at a piece of chicken violently with his fork.
“George, no it’s fine.” The blond, full of an aura of kindness and patience. “Here.” He offered out the naan, still almost the entire thing was there aside from two prominent bite marks.

That didn’t seem to bother the brunette though, muttering a quick ‘thank-you’ before taking the naan and wolfing it down. It was truly a strange interaction yet the two of them seemed comfortable with it. Dream’s gaze lingered longingly on the boy opposite him before he went back to his food, which I observed.

My gaze was pulled away by Techno, watching as he lifted up the containers he’d been eating from and carried them off. “Thanks for dinner.” He said to the group. “I need to go back to my room. Tommy wants to play some Bedwars.”
“Kick his ass for me.” George snickered after him as the pink haired man disappeared upstairs.

“Tommy.” I hummed, brows furrowing in curiosity and thought. “Weird, our boss's son is called Tommy.” Well in angelic his name was ᛏᚩᛘᛘᛁ, but he went by Tommy in English. It wasn’t an overly common name in either language, at least not recently.
What is your job?” Dream questioned. “You haven’t exactly told us.”

I saw George’s interests peak as well. He looked over at us hopefully. I glanced over at Sapnap, unsure what exactly it was that we should say. “I am a cook.” Sapnap quickly answered.
“And I am a bookkeeper.” I added just as quickly afterwards. They were two extremely common jobs in the United States, not giving us many narrow details.

“At the same company?” George asked, since that is what I said earlier. We both wordlessly nodded, and although I forced a smile I was upset that I had accidently mentioned the name, not of our boss but instead of his son. It was still some information that I shouldn’t have shared.
“That’s interesting.” Dream hummed.

“I think I am a bit tired… time zones and stuff.” I excused myself, putting my empty containers of food onto the counter before smiling and thanking the group. I felt their gaze on me as I disappeared up the stairs before melting into a puddle of embarrassment.

“What is going on with me?” I asked myself, sounding disappointed. “How is it that in just over a week I have made more mistakes then I have made in most of my time working for ᛒᚼᛁᛚᛋᛅ.” For a moment I allowed myself to cry before composing myself since I was a professional. I stood up and wiped the tear that had been appearing on my cheek.

I cautiously walked along the hallway, stepping into my room and shutting the door behind me. It was a nice room, almost as nice as the five star hotel Sapnap and I had been in the past week. Plus it was so nice that we had convinced George and Dream to allow us in. And despite my love for Sapnap, sometimes it was good to have some time alone to think.

The beautiful ravenette still did leave a hole in my heart as I sat here alone. I wished that I could have him beside me so that I would be able to hold him and we’d lay in a peaceful embrace of yin and yang. My white wings curled against his in a striking contrast. With a sad smile at the fact that I was alone I laid down on the double bed.
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