Incomplete!

If!

Sith Leonardo:

I woke up at 11 o'clock to the sound of grilling and roasting.
Groggily, I walked to the kitchen, barely steadying my gait. Without getting in, I knew that it was Liza in there.
Tip toeing, I peaked from behind the door out of curiosity.

She was wearing a white apron with scattered pink circles, while washing a pan in the sink.
My eyes scanned the kitchen, but no one else was there.
Normally, Rozy would be helping her, but, yesterday, they got into a fight. Okay, it was actually Rozy fighting, with Laze blankly watching. Anyhow, that's probably why she's alone in the kitchen now.

Gaining my sanity, I pulled back, dragged my feet away toward the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth and put myself In shape.
Engaging with poker face in morning will surely make my morning hellish.

"Morning" Mandy greeted in a strained voice, walking towards the kitchen as i walked away.

"Morning Lockhart" I lazily replied, nodding at her cheeky smile.

Taking a right turn after exiting the narrow path that lead to the kitchen, I grabbed the knob of the bathroom door.

Although it was almost hushed, I heard Mandy's 'sure' being timidly repeated, followed by a stern 'yeah' from Laze, after which Lockhart sullenly turned on her heals with a sigh that declared how harshly she got kicked out.

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The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, I heard the vivid virile voice.

"Morning Sith" Jay said while slinging his right arm over my shoulder. I nodded at him, still sleepy although it was 11am.

"When will the damn food come?" Jay barked, his muscles contracting against my shoulderblade.

"Instead of barking like a dog, go help her, then eat like a proper human" I answered his question, my tone scolding.

"I'm a guy! Guy's don't cook!" Jay responded , disbelief lacing his tone, an eyebrow raised.
Jay was the most comfortable one of us. He never combs his hair, he'd come out in his underneath cotton shirt, he eats like a starving dog. I sometimes doubt he brushes his teeth with how he looks!

Shrugging his arm from my shoulder, I huffed, walking into the kitchen myself.

Laze had been a bit hard and distant lately, so, being in the kitchen, alone with her, wasn't my best wish, even-more, being harshly kicked out wasn't my morning call, but I walked in anyway.

"Should i.." I started talking, but Laze's cold voice cut me with a harsh, "No".
I rolled my eyes tiredly.

"I don't need help" she added, not looking back at me.
She was getting the bread out of the toaster by then.

After inspection, her hair was messily braided, another consequence of her fight with Rozy.
She was wearing oily green slacks, with a beige quarter sleeved button up shirt, along with her white slippers that hit the ground hardly, whenever she moved.

"That's not for you to decide" I countered, supporting my back to the porcelain aisle.
"I was actually going to say, Should I start putting the dishes?" I told her, my tone full of annoyance.

I'm not a fan of kitchens, I mean, I eat, but I don't cook. Only if popcorn is considered food. Yet, I pressed a lemon on my eyes and offered to help.s
She should be more welcoming!
Okay,  honestly,  I don't give a damn to her tough facade, I just don't want to cook.

As if on cue, Laze turned around to show me her revered glare, that for her bad luck, I got used to.

I smirked at her. "You are wishing" I said with a chuckle. "You should realize by now that I can't boil water even if my life depended on that" I spoke, laughing at myself.