From the kitchen of the headquarter is a smell of waffles and pancakes, there stood a young man who seemed to busy himself with the batter of his favorite food, getting all the toppings he can from everywhere around the fridge.
The door to the kitchen was slightly open, a child is peeking out of the crack, seeing her guardian is making some foods; she know fully well what he is making due to the smell.
The goggled-eyed male didn't notice small footsteps echoing through the kitchen, he was busy heating the waffle pan, then he felt a tug on his jacket; glancing down, he finally noticed the girl.
"Chaos wants some Grecino-nii!"
The shorter figure exclaimed, trying to climb his figure but of course she didn't do it well, the male just hummed, twitching here and there while small cracks of his bone echoed through the big kitchen.
"Chwaos wants waffwes."
Snuggling to your hips, you just nodded and continue to make the waffles without looking distracted whatsoever. You just kept humming to every words she said, pouring the batter to the buttered waffle pan.
"Grecino-nii!"
Tuggings, yet again, you didn't heed any attention though, only hummed once again to the little children; clattering of plates and jars of jams, plastic bottles, and many more can be heard on the counter.
"....Huuu, Grecino-nii!"
He just hummed again, but this time; louder.
The child is getting infuriated with his ignorance.
She's pouting at his action.
Flipping the pan, Grecino just kept his focus on the waffles; picking a plastic filled jam, he started to write something on the base of the empty plate, then adorned the sides with berries, before putting it on the table.
With Chaos clinging to his leg.
He pry her out, and stack thick books on the chair, plopping her down on it.
The child took a peek at the plate, seeing a sentence written in the middle of a heart with strawberry jam.
'I love you.'
Before it was covered by a stack of waffles served by a flushed Grecino.
The child only grinned up at him, showing a toothy one.
"Chaos loves Grecino-nii too!"
That was enough for him to explode internally.
YOU ARE READING
Flower Crown
Short StoryHe kept his hands to himself, but a little touch won't hurt. Wrong. A little touch would be a little too magical. Grecino definitely can't handle it.
