Eldarya: Imagine

Ezarel | Ridiculous [3]

It's difficult for you to let a stranger do as he pleases in what you call your home, but then again you suspect you threat the matter much more lightly than most people would. It's rather rare to accept someone with questionable appearance and story to live under the same roof and leave them alone in it to go for a shopping and yet, you do so, although reluctantly. Your mother would be worried sick were she to learn about this.

When you come back, worry sitting at the pit of your stomach, you feel relieved to see Ezarel sitting on the couch and absolutely engrossed in the book he is reading.

Upon further inspection, you recognise it as The Fellowship of the Ring and judging from the face the elf's making, it's rather not to his liking.

"I take it, it's too stereotypical for you, or something?" on the sound of your voice, the man's head bobs up as he closes the book abruptly in his hand.

"You, humans have a very incorrect view on my race" he mutters, while placing the book on the coffee table and you roll your eyes at that.

"It's fiction. And Tolkien was a genius to come up with a world so complex, no matter how true it is to your race that hadn't been seen on Earth for ages ."

He scoffs at that, clearly not sharing your point of view, and you decide to let it go for a moment, while placing down the shopping bags you are holding.

"I bought you some clothes" you say as you throw the right bag in his direction and he catches it with ease "Hope they're the right size, this shop doesn't do refunds."

You sigh, before grabbing the rest of the bags and heading towards the kitchen.

"Aren't mine enough?"

His question makes you snort in amusement as you start placing the food in the right cabinets and shelves in the fridge.

"Maybe in that Eldarya of yours. Here you need to look human or someone may get interested. It's not Tokyo, where you can cosplay every day."

"Cosplay?" you can't see his face, but his tone's indicating he's unhappy. Either with this revelation or with your choice of clothes. Honestly, you hope it's not the latter, because you'd rather not waste your money.

"It's a word for making yourself look like a character from a book, show, game or some original creation. Your usual attire would be easily taken for the latter and it's just weird in this part of the world." You shrug and with it close the last cabinet, then fold the bags and put them away for later use.

When you return to the living room, the elf's nowhere to be found but judging by the fact his jacket? blouse? rests now on the arm of your couch, he's moved to the bathroom to change. And indeed, three minutes later he emerges from it, his lips pulled down in a show of displeasure.

"You look good." He indeed does. You somehow managed to pick his size and the plain white t-shirt works well with the hooded blouse and sweatpants, even though the latter are just supposed to be comfortable for home and not necessarily look well.

"You have an awful taste." You roll your eyes at this comment and shrug.

"I didn't have time to go for real shopping and it's for the comfort mostly. You won't convince me that thing you were wearing earlier was something you'd wear at home."

"I would."

"Then I do not allow that as your host."

"That's cheating." A wide smile sprawls on your lips at this, because you know you've just won. But you still decide to be rather nice than not. If he's going to live with you for a while, you should make sure there won't be unnecessary clashes.

"We can go shopping for something you'd like more after you learn more about human customs" you promise with a sigh and then roll your eyes at his victorious grin.

"You're not allergic to any food, are you?" you ask then and when he shakes his head, you nod in acknowledgment. "Alright, you're going to help me out with the dinner later, now I hope you like omelettes because I'm dying to have some for lunch."

At his shrug you retreat to kitchen and fifteen minutes later you place two plates on the coffee table, along with a jar of jam and tea that you prepared brought as the sweet omelettes one by one grew ready on your frying pan.

And you must admit you are greatly surprised when after first uncertain bite, the elf eagerly devours the meal, almost eating the plate with it.

"You should have told me you were this hungry" you comment and this clearly snaps him out of whatever happy trance he's in, his face turning quite adorable shade of pink in a matter of seconds.

"You're a great cook" he mutters and you thank him with a smile, although you've never really thought someone would think so. And it's such a nice thing to hear that it keeps the smile on your face throughout the rest of the day.