Butler in Disguise

4 - Clueless Brother Indeed

"Oye, kid!"

Killian called out, waggling an unfamiliar smaller hand on his grip. The redhead's shrieking face somehow reminded him of that ghostface mask he once had worn on Halloween.

It gotta be the eyebrows! Is it because I plucked them on Friday the 13th?

Blu screeched internally. Given the situation, she would have thought grooming herself on a cursed day could have resulted as bad luck.

A nudge on the ribs jerked her back to reality.

"Yes, sir?" She squeaked, abruptly opened her eyes only to jolt a few inches back once realising there was close to nonexistent gap before she accidentally poke the guy's eye with her nose.

"What did you do with my sister?"

Blu blankly stared at Killian's fuming face.

Again, the giant lowered his face to meet hers, and then dog-likely sniffing every corner of her face to look for the answer. He knew they did some toilet session and there should be some kind of affirmation.

Once he found the source, Killian wiped his supposedly future butler's lips with his thumb, only to have the scapegoat let out a very ungentlemanly yelp. The remaining sticky lip balm lingered on his thumb with a nose piercing cherry flavour.

He knew it wasn't on the list of requirements but with the evidence in hand, he wasn't sure hiring his sister's boyfriend would be a nice idea.

"I can't simply hire your punk boyfriend," Killian said at last, pulling the seat back aggressively as he occupied it. He reached for the napkin to clean the colourless stain on his thumb, eyes frustratingly settled on his sister in disappointment.

As if on cue, both girls let out a faint breath. Varvara prompted Blu to take the seat, to further compensate with her clueless brother.

"Uhm... What do you mean?"

Killian stared in bewilderment. "Oh! You still don't get it? So what exactly did you both do in the toilet? Cleaning one another's butt after taking a jointly dump?" he snapped.

Blu stifled up a laugh at Killian's frustration. Either he was too comfortable with himself or he didn't find the need to talk more politely in front of a sister and another guy.

"Eww! You're disgusting." Varvara revolted, buying the time to convince.

Killian poured himself another glass of wine before quaffing it. It took a few seconds to control his breath.

"First of all it's not family business. I'm pretty sure I'm smart enough to figure why it took so long to 'wash your hands.'" The air quote didn't go unnoticed as he recalled the other Blanco's excuse to use the toilet.

"Eden's not my boyfriend."

"Of course! He can be your hoe or whatever, that still won't work."

"I'm sorry?" Now, Blu thought being a guy could at least alleviate the slut shaming. Guess it was just a never-ending thing. She was thankful enough Killian didn't notice how feminine her voice had sounded each time she opened her mouth.

"No, you're not. How was the Richebourg anyway? Do you feel accomplished by leeching off your girlfriend?"

Sensing the confusion in Blu's face, Varvara had to intervene. "For fvck sake, would you keep your shit away from your big nasty mouth or do I need to stuff your slippers on it?"

An awkward silence followed.

"You know what? I'm gonna ask mom to potty-train that mouth every after-school, and that means I'll make sure you're grounded for the rest of your highschool year," Killian replied, oddly more calming than before.