Hopelessly Devoted ~ Garroth x F!Reader

Ch 82: Opal Ring

           Chapter Eighty-Two: Opal Ring
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           Your eyes were equivalent to the size of baseballs.

           You hadn't slept for one hour, you'd slept for twenty-five. There was nothing to say for yourself except for "Oops."

          Aaron held out a glass of water, which you hadn't realized was for you. "You just slept for an entire day. You're going to be dehydrated."

           You were going to reply with some snarky joke about him not being your dad, but truth be told, he was right. How lucky you were to be supported by people who knew you so well.

            "And hungry," you said, your stomach emitting a low rumble. As soon as the words came out of your mouth, the scent of homemade (favorite dinner meal) being cooked flew by your nose. You probably would've been drooling, but there wasn't enough saliva in your mouth to form any.

        You chugged the water all at once, which you'd probably regret later.

           "What all have you eaten in the past two days?" Aaron asked worriedly.

           You shrugged. "You gave me ice cream yesterday."

           "And?" He gestured for you to go on.

           "No, that's it." You shrugged, pulling a blanket higher around your shoulders.

            Aaron just about jumped out of his seat. "For someone who claims to love food so much, you never seem to eat any."

            He returned with a huge helping of (food) and handed it over to you. "I know there's a lot here, but you've got to eat it slowly this time or else you're going to make yourself sick."

              You accepted his dish graciously, hearkening to his words. Nurturing-big-brother-mode Aaron gave some good advice. When you were kids, he probably would've locked you outside until you missed dinner or something. Back then, the two of you had a love-hate relationship. You'd either be full on prepared to help him hide a dead body, or be considering where to hide his. There was no in between.

          While shoveling bites of whatever meal this counted as into your mouth, you were glad Aaron was such a great cook.

          ***

         You shouldn't have ever left Aaron's care. The moment you made your way back home, you were pulled aside and officially given the chore of trash duty. Each week, a new group of people had to take on the job. The system is kind of like jury duty; since there's so many people residing on the island, your turn should only come up once every couple of years.

         Your now normal routine consisted of gallivanting around with a pooper scooper. Fun. While cleaning, it almost seemed like a past memory; maybe you were destined to do that in some other life.

         After a day on the job, Lord Aphmau discovered that you and Zoey were chatty when working together. Whenever you were even in remotely the same vicinity, the both of you insisted on a thirty-minute break every five minutes. So she assigned Zoey to the opposite end of the island to prevent this.