What I Expect

Christmas Day

Warning - NSFW 

Christmas has thrown up all over the Game shop and the apartment building - but not as hard as Halloween did. This morning I went downstairs and chapped Akefia's door, but it was closed and he didn't answer, must have been alseep. Downstairs Yami. Yugi, Sugoroku and Melvin exchanged early morning presents, and were up super early handing out tea and homemade soup to the homeless. I'd have helped if they ask, apparently they do it every year. Yugi and his grandpa preapre Christmas dinner in the kitchen, which we;ll all have this afternoon. They have upbeat Christmas songs playing on the stereo. The music and smell of food really bothers Melvin, so he sits in the cahsier chair in the Game shop and plays on his phone, which occasionally vibrates from a text.

Ishizu and I exchange Merry Christmas messages. She can't Skype me cause its so loud in the hospital, family members coming over and everything. Despite  the patients and staff being mostly Muslim, they still cleebrate Christmas as it's becoming more of a secular holdiay everywhere, which I'm quite happy about. It should never have had Christian connotations in the first place since it's technically Pagan, and Jesus was boring on Friday 17th September, at least according to the most recent evidence. "Melvin, I have a question?" I ask suddenly, in between Ishizu and I comparing pics of our tree to the hospitals. He looks up at me from his phone, seeming kinda confused. I realsied I just phrased a statemen as a question.

"I hve a question," I clarify, and he nods. "Where in Egypt are you from? I remember Akefia telling me you've known each other a long time,"

"We travelled around the Middle East a lot, I'm not really from Egypt. I don't remember it," well that actually explains how Akefia and Melvin know each other despite clearly being from different places. "I was a military brat," he adds, using the term seriously as an adjective to describe himself and not conversationally.

"Woah," I blink, sitting up, phone ignored. I don't know much about Melvin but for once he seems talkative. He must be relaxed in the Christmas atmosphere and I don't blame him, it's been a really mellow day for everyone here. I like this kind of mentality, not like Halloween when this household bordered on obsessive. "Where did you go? I bet you've seen a lot!"

"My father was stationed in many places, never really in Europe or Africa," he explains. "We were in Afghanistan just before I mvoed here for university,"

Does that mean Akefia was with him? The subject of my wonder walks downstairs in red and black boxers, scratching his bedhead as it sticks to the side of his face. "Merry Christmas," Melvin looks up from his phone. Akefia just wanders into the kitchen and mumbles something back that vaguely resembles 'Mmmmrff Chrissssmmm'. Aw, he's so sleepy.

"Morning Kefi," I follow him into the kitchen where I smell steaming vegetables. He grabs waffles and doesn't even bother cooking them, turning on the kettle to make coffee. I could use one too actually. And a waffle, which I take. Fuck my diet, it's Christmas I'm allowed a cheat day. "You're looking festive?"

"Huh?"

"Your red boxers," I point at his crotch.

"I always wear red?"

"I know, but..." he doesn't really listen and pours us coffee in our respective mugs.I take mine and eat two choclate waffles leaning against the counter with him.

"You need any help?" he asks Sugoroku. "I could do desert,"

"Why yes! Could you get desert out the freezer and time it to defrost? Thank you," Akefia bends down and pulls two large boxes out the freeer, the lowest part of the fridge. He bends his legs and sticks out his ass, and I can feel my hand gravitating towards his warm skin, staring at the curves of the acks of his legs. He stands back up just in time, or I might have actually done it. He reads the instructions and times them,