The Lords against DJ

DJ in the Insecurity

Lying on his stomach, on the bed, and humming a melody, DJ flipped through a magazine he had found earlier somewhere in the room. Deeply immersed in thoughts of how his life has changed from excitement to utter boredom, the detective cuddled closer to the flamingo under his chest while he scanned the colourful advertisements in the spread absentmindedly. The detective was worried about the things piling up in his to-do list regarding his search for certain suspects in Yael's case, a silent conspiracy that he was sure was about him to leave the investigation and several other alike details. Empty resources and limited excess out of the mansion also played a major role in gaining nothing but disappointment, since whatever step he needed to pursue for a particular task came after a certain amount.

It was truly exhausting for DJ to not be able to do anything to work things out, and that made the boy a little edgy.

A knock on the door is what brought DJ out of his trance, and he jumped on the bed, startled as he turned around. Staring up in the direction of the door, he expected Lobo or any other staff of the mansion calling him for dinner downstairs since it was nearly time.

However, to his surprise, Yael appeared at the threshold holding a small gift bag and a frown that spoke of his bad mood aloud. He stood there watching the younger with a not-so-friendly stare, eyes dark and features hardened under effect, while he waited and witnessed as nervousness finally struck DJ, and he moved.

"L-lord..." the detective murmured under his breath and scrambled off the bed quickly, he adjusted his shirt and fisted the corners nervously before he looked up at the older. In all honesty, the lord hadn't expected DJ to look like a porcelain doll when he first entered the room, all angry and upset. Being all washed up, glowing pink and citrusy smelling, hair portraying a bird's nest and an alone flannel reaching down his knees, the boy looked absolutely divine, that Yael had a hard time controlling his heart, ready to pound out of his chest.

Staring intently, the lord reminisced about the night when he confessed how difficult it was to look at the boy, to handle the innocence DJ oozed through his doe eyes and to control his entire self so he won't be titled cannibal.....well.....he didn't convey the last two because DJ lost his consciousness, but yeah....that's how Yael felt.

Clenching his jaw tightly, he marched inside the room and closer to the bed. He placed the bag on the bed and breathed in through his nose for utmost needful composure.

"How are you, detective?" Yael started lightly, a glance at the nervous boy told him DJ was surprised, but he ignored the fact and began rummaging through the bag pointlessly. The younger, on the other hand, worked on his breathing and stepped closer as well... mainly because of 'kitten curiosity' for what was making noise in the bag.

"I-I am fi-fine", he said in a whisper-like voice, tilting his head to the right to get a view inside. Though the curiosity of the detective was roughly snubbed when Yael asked the next question, making DJ snap his eyes upwards.

"Did you eat?" The older raised a brow when DJ imposed an offended look rather than an answer, a set of narrow brows and a pout ruled DJ's beautiful face as he began.

"D-don't treat me l-like a ch-child....." he mumbled, stammering out his complain, while he sort of glared at the other "I-I ate a w-while ago" DJ lied, trying to save his dignity and maybe show Yael that he doesn't need pampering.

Meanwhile, Yael enjoyed the look on DJ's face thoroughly as well as caught the lie the boy darted in his way. The way DJ tried to defend his self and argued—with his tiny nose scrunched and eyes full of complain— ignited something in the lord, a mischief of a kind that Yael wanted to see a triggered DJ more often from that moment on.