Sweet Devil [BL]

Chapter 11. Tantrum

After pretending to wake up, Misha obediently waited for his mother to tell him about their decision to go to the clinic—which she did after asking how he felt this morning. Even if her boy said he was in top shape, she couldn't help but worry.

"It's better to be safe than sorry, baby," Gulnas said in a gentle tone. "If you want, you can sleep a little longer."

"No! I don't want to!"

Stomping on his pride, Misha went ahead and threw a tantrum. As an adult, he was still stubborn, but his way of showing it involved his fists and some colorful swearing. After working in various bars for many years, the number of curses Misha knew was by no means small. But a child shouldn't have such a dirty mouth, so he told himself to watch his tongue in front of his family. He just had to act like a spoiled, unreasonable brat.

"You said we would go to the amusement park today!"

Misha stared straight into his mother's eyes, pursing his lips into a thin line. The corner of his eyes was still a little bit red and puffy, even though he had woken up almost an hour ago. It gave off the feeling that he was about to cry, making his mother flinch instantly. But that wasn't enough to change her mind; it was because she was worried about her son that she wanted to visit the clinic. So even if he couldn't understand and even hated her for it, she wouldn't let the matter go.

Misha silently tsked. The pitiful stance and teary eyes failed.

Not discouraged, he quickly turned to plan B and repeatedly screamed that he was fine, hitting the mattress with his feet and fists. He made a fuss, saying that he was overflowing with energy and could even bounce and run about all day long. Moreover, he didn't have a headache anymore, and he also didn't feel dizzy!

"Why don't you believe me!? I'm not tired at all!" Misha whined, puffing out his tender cheeks. "I wanna go! I wanna go! I wanna go!"

Of course, he was lying through his teeth; his muscles were still sore, and his fingers and toes felt numb. But walking shouldn't be a problem. Even if the several mild pains irritated the hell out of him, they didn't hinder him, and they certainly wouldn't prevent him from accompanying his sister to the amusement park.

Anyway, a nine-year-old kid with a short height like him couldn't ride most of the rollercoasters. He wasn't tall enough to reach the minimum height required to do them. Thus, today shouldn't be too hard on his body. He just had to sit in the corner and pout.

"But—" Gulnas said, still unconvinced.

"I want to go!" Misha interrupted, loudly sniffling.

"Now I recognize your brother," Camille whispered into Masha's ear, chuckling discreetly.

Masha responded with a shrug. What could she say? They spoiled their family's baby. And unfortunately, they weren't planning on correcting this bad habit anytime soon.

After a few dozen minutes, Gulnas ultimately gave in to her son. However, she made him promise to tell them immediately if his body felt uncomfortable, to which Misha agreed with a beaming smile. Then, he jumped out of bed to hug his mother before darting to the bathroom to take a quick shower. He had sweated so much yesterday, and his clothes were sticking to him like a second skin. He also stank—a lot.

Hopefully, Gabriel's nose suffered all night, hehe!

Stunned, Gulnas took a few seconds before reacting and running after her son to bring him his clothes, grabbing the door just in time. Misha was about to lock it.

With great reluctance, Misha took the clothes before glancing at them. On the bright side, the new outfit didn't let anyone question his gender, although it could still be categorized as "cute". It looked somewhat like a sailor uniform in a more adorable version, with navy blue shorts and a white t-shirt. There was even a small hat to complete the set of clothes.