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Matthias kept to his promise, and it was the biggest mistake of his life. Now he was somehow watching a movie with Lulu on top of his legs and Wylan's legs on his lap. He was munching on the churros they recently baked. His munching was rather obnoxious, but not more obnoxious than Nina inhaling a plate of waffles, so Matthias was more than used to it. It was rare of anyone surpassing Nina inhaling waffles obnoxious, but Wylan though was a close second.
How he got into this situation, he doesn’t know. But he would appreciate getting out of it. However, he couldn’t and it was all demjins fault. Shocking... to absolutely no one.
Besides he should’ve expected it. Most of his problems always start with the demjin and then it snowballs from there until its bigger than Brekker’s infatuation with Inej. How they haven’t confessed their love to each other was beyond him. Because of the betting ring they had on when Kaz and Inej would start dating, he lost 20 kruge to Rotty and he would be damned if that bastard gets anymore kruge.
Back to his situation though, Brekker wanted to do some team bonding stuff. Since when he cared about that, no one knows. They were grouped into pairs.
Inej and Nina. Kaz and Jesper. Matthias and Wylan.
“Yeah! Girls night, bitches!” whooped Nina with her arm around Inej’s shoulders. Inej looked nonchalant as always, although one corner of her lips was quirked up higher than the other and her eyes were sparkling in what looked like excitement. That was basically equivalent to Inej whooping and jumping around the place.
Brekker on the other hand... “Why do I torture myself like this?”
“Come on Kaz.” Jespers hand was on Kaz's shoulder. The fact that Kaz hasn’t already cut off his hand for touching his shoulder, shows how deep their bond goes. “It’ll just be like old times. Me and you on the streets of Ketterdam kicking crimes ass.”
Brekker expression was exasperated. “Jesper, we’re the one committing the crimes.”
Jesper shrugged “Eh. Those are the finer intricacies, but you get my point.”
Brekker already looked like he was in the mood to break kneecaps. That was not a good sign.
Matthias and Wylan exchanged a wary glance.
Personally, he was not that mad at being paired up with Wylan. He enjoyed that time him and Wylan paired up to save the other crows. He thought they worked well together, though the others said the opposite. Well not everyone can have the same opinions. After that mission, him and Wylan haven’t talked with each other much. Mainly because of their places of living arrangements. Matthias lives near the coast, while Wylan lived in the centre of Ketterdam, so they never bumped into each other. It was quite unfortunate really. He was under the sense that they made plans to hang out after that mission. However, Nina did say he didn’t under some social cues, so this could be a misunderstanding of a social cue on Matthias's part.
Though he got to admit, he was quite disappointed. Aside from Wylan's sassiness, he was a good conversation partner. If he just toned down his pettiness, Matthias would dare say they were soulmates. Platonic of course. His one true soulmate is his beloved Nina. And to anyone who says different, fuck them. Probably had a brain malfunction those idiots.
Suddenly an elbow was shoved into his ribcage.
“What the fuck?! Does no one have no respect for personal boundaries in this household?” Matthias was clutching onto one of his ribs that took the brunt of the shove. His face was twisted in anguish.
“Oh, come on, you can’t be that much of a wimp, can you? For fucks sake, didn’t you survive Hellsgate? Pretty sure you faced more physically harming things there.” smirked Wylan.
Forget about them being potential platonic soulmates. What got over him? Did he get possessed in that time. Is he still possessed?
Matthias punched himself in the face.
Everyone looked at him alarmingly, while he looked at Wylan. Did he feel that burning hatred he gets when seeing his freckly, red face? No one that’s that shitty should have that adorable of a face, but life's not fair.
Nonetheless, he still got the flaming hatred he feels when looking into that little shits face, so yup. He was not possessed.
“Matthias are you feeling sick? You don’t have to do this if you feel you’re not up to it. Isn’t that right, Kaz?” That was Inej, the only sane one of the crows. The voice of reason when everything's gone to shit. The only one that can control the storm, Kaz Brekker. The bastards of the Barrel tremble when in the presence of both Kaz and his Wraith. Both an unstoppable force when combined. Why the fuck was he thinking about the demjin and Inej, much less narrating their whole dating life? What's wrong with him today?
That was when he noticed the rough, calloused hand waving in front of his face.
“Earth to Matthias. You still there, buddy?” Jesper said obnoxiously. Actually, everything about him was obnoxious. No wonder he and Nina got along.
“I’m not your buddy. ” Matthias scoffed.
“No need to take him to the doctors, guys! Look, he’s back to his old, salty, grumpy self.”
“I would choose your next words very carefully if I were you, Jesper. I’ve got a splitting headache now and I don’t need you talking to make it worse.” Jesper squawks in defiance.
Wylan comes up from fuck knows where and places a consoling hand on Jespers shoulder. No, but seriously where did he come from? He has red curly hair for god's sake, if anything he should be the most noticeable person in this room, aside for Nina. Ninas beauty is irresistible after all.
“Now now dear, there's no need to be upset. It merely looks like Matthias didn’t sleep early enough, especially considering his association with old people. Old people are known to sleep for 9 hours.” Wylan said innocently with his eyes fully opened making him look like a puppy.
That innocence the little shit is displaying gets ruined by Nina and Jespers cackling like a band of baboons. Inej is not visibly laughing, though there is mirth in her eyes. Kaz has a similar expression to Inej, but instead has a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Of course, he would be taking joy out of this. In Fjerdan textbooks, it does say that demjins feed on one's misfortune.
Matthias was scowling. It's not his fault he doesn’t function properly without his 9 hours of sleep. And trust him they don’t want to see him without his 9 hours of sleep. He was told he made a few Fjerda soldiers piss themselves in fright with only his expression. He personally doesn’t remember that as he was too busy with staying awake.
“That’s enough bullshit. Split up into your pairs and do some bonding or whatever shit you do.” Kaz announced.
Everyone then splits off into their pairs. Kaz, Jesper, Nina and Inej already went off. Matthias and Wylan were left with a question. What should they do?
“Hey Matthias, remember the deal we made right after that mission? The baking and Lulu and all that?” Wylan asked cautiously, his eyes flickering everywhere but Matthias’s face. Top 1 sign that someone is lying or leaving out information.
“I don’t think it's just that was it, freckles?” Matthias wondered, even putting a finger beneath his chin for emphasis. Now Wylan was panicking. He was ringing his hands in front of himself. It felt like a power boost to be the one who knows something that the other person doesn’t. Maybe that’s why Brekker does it so much. “I recall we included a massage in that deal. What was it for again? Oh yeah! It was for the bruises you gave me during the mission, in order for our act to be convincing. ”
Wylan was positively resigned to his fate. And Matthias couldn’t resist grinning his Cheshire grin in the face of freckles defeat.
“Now that’s a sight I want out of my memory.” Wylan shuddered. “And plus, why are you an asshole only to me? You never show this side of yourself to Nina or anyone else. So why me?”
“What can I say freckles? You bring out the sadist in me.”
“Bit kinky, don’t you think?” Wylan had an impish look, a horrible impression of Jesper’s expression when he’s flirting with Wylan.
Matthias spluttered before he laughed. A great booming laugh that made a dog nearby whimper in fright.
“Okay, big guy, calm down before someone calls the stadwatch on us for disrupting the peace in the neighbourhood. You know how rich people are like.”
That quickly sobered up Matthias.
“Fuck the rich.” he said with a stormy look.
“Matthias I'm flattered, but I've got a boyfriend.” Wylan said feigning shock. “There are plenty more fish in the sea.”
“What?” Matthias was confused. It took a couple of minutes before it clicked.
Matthias slapped a hand to his forehead and groaned in exasperation. Meanwhile, Wylan was cackling like he was a Disney villain.
“Can’t believe it took you that long to understand.” He wheezed. “You are very thick-skulled, my friend.” Wylan said this while putting a commiserating hand on Matthias's shoulder. He had a very solemn face.
What was his life?
“Let's go to my house before the rich people actually call the stadwatch on us.”
“Wait, I can see Lulu then?” Wylan was so excited, it looked like he had sparkles in his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah.” Matthias flippantly said before going into his serious mode. “But we need to set some ground rules, no 1. Lulu is not fond of every person she meets, so if she doesn’t like you, you don’t pet her, but if she does like you, you can pet her.
No 2. she barks a lot, but don’t be afraid of her. She’s more bark than bite.
No 3. she can be extremely grumpy when she doesn’t get enough sleep, but luckily for you today she has got enough sleep, so she is in a rather good mood.”
Having Wylan's attention on him was disconcerting. It was only for a few people that he saved his full attention for, like Kaz, Jesper and Inej. He never had that all-consuming attention on him. Wylan was currently sporting a contemplating look. “Huh, so like father like dog.”
“What?” Why does this dipshit say the most confusing stuff?
Wylan shook his head. “Never mind.”
And so, they went to Matthias’s home.
His home was nothing short of luxurious Matthias has got to admit. With luscious rugs draped across every available piece of floor and lights that illuminated the space with various colours. There was a fireplace blazing in the middle of the living room making the room warm and cosy. It gave the room a homey feeling, especially with the flames illuminating the room with orange accents. It reminded him off Ninas fiery hair. Different picture frames of different crows hung everywhere on the walls. Most were of Nina and Inej and Jesper, but there were some of Matthias and Kaz. Just remembering that day gave Matthias the shivers. He had to look happy to be in the presence of Kaz. It was mortifying. The biggest picture frame was of Matthias proposing to Nina. That day was perfect, filled with nothing but fond memories. Heck even Kaz’s presence was bearable. Not only that, there was dog fur on every surface. He should’ve cleaned the space up before bringing Wylan. Matthias grimaced.
There was clacking rapidly coming to the living room. It was getting faster and faster before a large white ball of fluff charged at Matthias. Matthias caught the ball of fluff in his arms, while also twirling it around. His grimace morphing into a big smile.
There was a whistle. Fuck he forgot; he wasn’t the only one here. “Damn Matthias, if you just had that smile on your face, it would’ve made your face more bearable to see.” remarked Wylan.
“Shut up, what do you know about smiles, Freckles? The only smiles any of us saw was of you smiling maniacally while one of your bombs was exploding. That smile can make kids cry.” Matthias said, his face smushed into Lulu’s fur.
Wylan pouted.
“What are you? 5 years old now?” Matthias asked, peeking at Wylan's face from the mounds of fur.
“Oh, shut up, old man!” Exclaimed Wylan. “Isn’t it common courtesy to introduce your guests to the inhabitants of the house? Where are your manners?” Clearly, Wylan was trying to give himself time to build up his composure. Well, this is interesting. Matthias smiled to himself.
“Lulu.” the big dog perked up hearing its name. “This is Wylan. And Wylan, Lulu.”
Lulu got down from Matthias’s arms and went up to Wylan. Wylan gave a nervous glance to Matthias. He forgets that Wylan is still the youngest of the crows. He often forgets about it when Wylan shows off his bombs and is part of every mission the crows do. Despite how good he is at being the demolitions expert, he’s still a child who got abused for something he couldn’t control. His situation reminds him of his past situation, where he got shunned out of Fjerda society for not killing one grisha. What affected him the most is being shunned away by his parental figure, Jarl Brum. Still to this day, he feels sad about disappointing him when he raised him since he was a child. But if it was between, the crows or Jarl Brum, then without a doubt he would pick the crows. However, now is not the time to be dwelling on the past, so Matthias looked up to see a sight that made his jaw drop.
Lulu, who was one of the most antisocial dogs he’s ever met, was licking at Wylan's face with Wylan himself giggling. Wylan was sitting cross-legged on the floor with Lulu cuddling into his lap. Lulu barely liked Nina and seemed to allow to be petted by her because she was close with Matthias. And somehow, she likes a stranger that she never even met?
What has his life come to?
“Oi Matthias! Lulu is adorable, she never even barked at me once!” Wylan had the biggest smile. It made his eyes squint.
Hold up, hold up, hold up. This was too confusing, so Lulu likes my acquaintance, but not my wife. What is this fuckery? This is that demjins fault. Fuck him!
“Matthias, you blaming everything on Kaz even when it's not his fault is getting concerning.” called out Wylan from under the crushing weight of Lulu. Oh, he said that out loud. This was the third time this week. He really needs to get that sorted out.
“You’re not my therapist, freckles, so don’t butt into business that’s not yours.” said Matthias as he made his way to the kitchen to get some beer.
Wylan followed him into the kitchen with Lulu at his tail. “I swear to gods, when I'm rich you’re getting therapy, Ninas getting therapy, Jespers getting therapy, Kaz and Inej are getting double therapy. Everyone is healing!” he ended that sentence with a flourish of hands.
“What about yourself?”
“I'm getting therapy too, don’t worry and why are you drinking beer?”
“Cuz I want to? And plus, it's my house that you’re in, so I can do whatever I want.” Matthias rolled his eyes.
Wylan snatched his beer away. “Not before we bake something. Didn’t you say you were good at baking or was all that bluffing? And you’re the one who invited me, asshole.” Matthias knew Wylan was trying to get him riled up. And it was working.
Matthias shoved his shoulder against Wylan's roughly and got all the ingredients he needed to bake a pastry that Nina introduced him to. It was apparently made in Ninas army days and gave her a sense of nostalgia, so he baked it whenever Nina was sad.
“Shut your mouth before I kick you out of my house and we’re baking a pastry called churros. And before you ask what it is”, Wylan promptly shut his mouth,” it’s a pastry that has originated from Ravka. This pastry consists of making a batter and then frying the batter in oil. To make the batter we will need butter, sugar, water, flour and 2 eggs. For flavour, we add vanilla extract and coat the churros with cinnamon sugar. We can make a chocolate dipping, but that’s optional. Are you willing to do all that?”
Wylan saluted to Matthias with a rigid posture. “Aye aye, captain.” That salute would’ve earned him a clap on the back from a general in the Fjerdan army, the highest honour a rookie can get. He hurried off deeper into the kitchen with Matthias following him.
“Wait, so where are all the ingredients then?” called Wylan, scurrying in the kitchen cabinets to find the ingredients.
The kitchen would’ve made world-renowned chefs jealous. It had marble counter tops that was kept in pristine condition, literally shining in the light. It had a grill alongside a massive oven for baking. The grill wasn’t frequently used as his talents didn’t lie in the cooking side of the culinary art and the last time him and Nina used the grill, they nearly burned the house down. That does not need repeating. But asides from that, the grill looked immaculate. It didn’t matter that when Nina looked upon the grill, she either laughed maniacally or buried herself under the large number of rugs. Nope. Nicht. De nada. Doesn’t matter. Moving on, they had a smoke alarm placed to prevent the event from ever happening again. Definitely prevented Matthias from more sleepless nights in fear of something burning. There were shelves lining the walls. All of them strategically categorised for their purpose. The kitchen was his pride and joy. It was his child. Whenever he got stressed, he went in there and came out feeling refreshed and with more pies than he could eat. So, he gave those extra pies to the crows. Jesper and Inej looked delighted, while Wylan acted like he planted a bomb in the pie. How absurd? Though thinking about it, that would make a good prank...
Matthias shoved Wylan aside and set out in retrieving all the ingredients. Wylan gave him a glare, but it was like a puppy glaring, so he didn’t pay mind to it. He placed all the ingredients on the countertop. Wylan clapped his hands in excitement.
“Alright, I’ll make the batter, while you get the oil ready for the frying. Once you heated the oil, make the chocolate dip. Didn’t you say you had experience with baking?”
Wylan nodded determinedly.
And so, they baked. At first, they kept on bumping into each other, but as time passed the less bumps there were, and the more work they were getting done. Soon, they didn’t bump at all, smoothly moving out of the way when the other was coming. Matthias had finished making the batter and Wylan was nearly finishing in making the chocolate dip. The oil was sizzling on the stove. All the while, Lulu was laying in the living room sleeping, her tongue lolling out.
“Wylan, get me the piping bag, would you? It's on the third shelf to your left.”
“Sure.” He tossed the piping bag over to Matthias. If it wasn’t for his reflexes, the piping bag would've landed in the batter.
“A warning would’ve been helpful, freckles. We nearly had to make the batter all over again.” Gritted out Matthias.
“Oh, come you’re telling me you couldn’t have caught that with your wolfy senses?” Wylan taunts in return.
“Do you always have to be a little shit?”
Wylan acted like he was in thought. “If it's for you... then yeah.”
“Just come here, we’re gonna have to fry the dough now.”
Wylan came over to the stove. Matthias was putting the dough into the piping bag and bringing it over to the stove. A plate with a tissue covering the surface was placed next to the stove.
“Now we have to push out the dove from the piping bag into the oil. Pass me the scissors and get the scoped spoon, so you can scoop up the churros.” Wylan passed the scissors and got the scoped spoon, standing at the ready.
Matthias carefully pushed out the dough and cut it when it got to a certain length. He did that several more times and waited for the churros to fry. Then, Wylan scooped out the churros a placed them on the plate. They did that in harmony for a couple more minutes before stopping.
“Woah, we made a lot. Up top!” Wylan got ready for a high-five. Matthias stared disdainfully at his hand.
“Oh, come on, it won’t bite, but it will tickle if you don’t return the damn high five.” Matthias continued staring until he relented and returned the high-five. Wylan whooped in celebration. Matthias rolled his eyes. If he rolled his eyes anymore, it might get stuck like that and who was he to derive the world of the beauty of his eyes.
Matthias rummaged the shelves for the cinnamon sugar before he forgot he ran out of it. “Ah shit! Forgot we ran out of cinnamon sugar.” He groaned.
“We still got the chocolate dipping.” Wylan was holding the chocolate dipping as if it was his new born child. Why the fuck was he like this?
“I know I'm beautiful, but this is just getting too much, Matthias. Besides, we still gotta clean the kitchen.” Wylan snickered at his own wit. What an idiot he was.
They cleaned the kitchen in record time. Though they did end up in a food fight with the leftover flour, resulting in them being covered in flour from head to toe. Wylan looked especially comical with his red hair, white. It looked like his hair was moulding. He told that to Wylan and it earned him a smack upside the head. They finished cleaning up the kitchen sooner or later. They went to the living room and layed down on the couch with the churros and chocolate dip between them.
“So, what do you want to watch?” Matthias asked, glancing at Wylan from his peripherals. Wylan was staring at Lulu longingly. “No need to act like someone killed your puppy in front of you, she will wake up from the smell of the food. Just tell me what you want to watch.” Matthias was getting impatient, he was hungry goddamnit!
And it became evident by an audible growl. Matthias blushed in mortification, hiding his face in one of the pillows on the couch.
Wylan patted his back in a show of support. “Oh, come on big guy, we didn’t go this long in each other's presence, just for you to give up when your stomach rumbled. This isn’t like you.”
“How do you know what I’m like. From what I'm aware of we wouldn’t have even talked to each other if it wasn’t for that mission.” Came the muffled reply.
“That was in the past and though the past is important we can’t always focus on it. We’re talking now, right? So, let's rejoice in the happy news.”
“I wouldn’t call it happy.” Matthias was pulling his face out of the pillow.
“Whatever you say, Matty.” appeased Wylan.
“Never call me that.”
“Too late. Be prepared, Matty.” Wylan had a shit-eating grin on his face.
Matthias flopped onto the pillows groaning in defeat.
They put on a film and were munching on the churros. As Matthias predicted, Lulu woke up and bounded over to the both of them. She then layed herself across on their legs, whining for the churros. Wylan gave her small bits of it and that kept her contented for the duration of the film. They changed positions couple of times, but it all ultimately ended up with Lulu on his legs and Wylan's legs on his lap. The plate of churros and chocolate dip was on Wylan's lap. He had the obnoxious munching of Wylan to accompany him throughout the film. Was it sad that he got used to it already from being married to Nina? Maybe, but who was he kidding? Marrying that crazy, beautiful woman was the best decision of his life.
“Wait a second... you didn’t give me a back message! Do you people have no respect for a death-binding oath?” Fuck, he was really excited for that massage.
Wylan looked at him questioningly. “Death-binding oath? And I can give you a massage later, just enjoy the flow, dude.” With that, he sunk more into the coach.
“Well, I guess in other words it can be called a pinkie promise. And I’m going to hold you on that massage later.” Matthias grumbles with a pout. Now Wylan looked outright concerned.
“Looks like we need that therapist for him sooner than I thought.” Wylan was mumbling to himself.
And Matthias was bewildered. “What?”
Wylan patted his head. “Don’t worry your pretty little head over this, Matty.”
Now Matthias was angry. “This ‘pretty little head’ has bashed in a few prisoners' skulls at Hellsgate.”
Wylan looked at him, no thoughts head empty. “Still pretty.” He resumed munching on his churros.
Matthias let out a startled laugh. “You’re a menace, you know that?”
“You can’t say anything, you’re an actual convict.” That gave Wylan a pillow to his face.
The film was at its climax when Matthias eyelids started to feel heavy. Wylan had already fell asleep and was laying his head on his shoulder. His red curls were in his face, but he didn’t mind. This was the most peaceful he felt in a while. Lulu fell asleep again and was slobbering all over his legs, but he didn’t have the energy to be disgusted. His legs had pins and needles caused by Lulu sleeping on his legs.
Overall, this day wasn’t that bad. Heck, if he was drunk enough, he might even admit regretting not hanging out with Wylan before this team bonding exercise. Aside from the purposeful aggravation, he was fun to hang out with. A little shit. But still fun.
Matthias couldn’t resist the heaviness of his eyelids anymore and fell asleep, laying his head on top of Wylan's curls.
With the other crows
Nina and Inej had a spa day, while Kaz and Jesper kicked ass as a duo. They all met up when both of their individual bonding exercise was completed.
“Yo, where are Matthias and the merchling?” Jesper asked the question they were all wondering.
They all looked at each other. Inej shrugged, Nina and Jesper looked at Kaz and Kaz was biting his lip in thought.
“What does Matthias like doing?” Inej questioned tilting her head slightly in Ninas direction.
Nina stroked her chin. “He does like baking and being around Lulu. But hes too nice to force anyone to do something that they don’t like, so I doubt he would be baking with Wylan and Lulu doesn’t like most people too. She barely likes me, and I’m married too Matthias.” Nina finished her statement off with an overexaggerated wiggle of her ring finger, where her wedding band layed.
“Nah, its plausible. Wylan loves baking and he loves dogs. Baking includes all those measurements, right? Those measurements remind him of numbers, which then reminds him of chemistry. He loves chemistry that nerd. But wonder why he needs chemistry when we have enough chemistry to fill a chemistry textbook.” Jesper shot laser guns. Inej stabbed her elbow into his ribs in reply. Nina snorted. He was so cringy. Kaz stared off into the distance wondering where it all went wrong to land himself with this bumbling baboon. He knows he is a crime lord, but this is just too much.
Inej looked at him knowingly. He was probably lamenting over the fact that he was associated with Jesper. Underneath all that intimidation was a an edgy, overdramatic, emo teenager just wondering the meaning of life. She laughed to herself. Oh, how people would react when they find out that Kaz Brekker is a mess of a human being.
“What are you laughing to yourself for, Inej?” Nina asked, putting Inej between her arms. Shes been this clingy all day. Probably the side effects of Inej-withdrawal.
“Yeah Inej. Share it with the class.” Jesper joined in. Gods those two go together like cheese on pizza.
“Shut it.” Snapped Kaz. “Let's find those two before they hurt themselves.”
He walked off with the rest of them following him.
“Let's go to my house, Matthias’s favourite place to bake is in his own kitchen.” Said Nina, leading the crows to her home.
Once they got to her home, they pushed open the door. They went through the hallway into the living room to see the most bizarre sight that has layed upon their vision. Even more bizarre than seeing Inej wearing a pink hair wig and stilettos running down the streets of Ketterdam with the whole of the Dime Lions at her tail. Let's just say Kaz was not happy about it.
What greeted their eyes was Wylan and Matthias cuddled together on the couch with a film playing in the background. The moving pixels of the film illuminated their forms. Wylan was lying face down across Matthias’s chest with one of his hands being tangled up in Matthias’s hair. His cheek was squished onto Matthias’s chest as if he was nuzzling there. Matthias had his arm around Wylan’s back in order for him to be secure on top of his chest. Matthias’s head was squished in Wylan’s red curls. His snoring was audible even when filtered through Wylan’s hair. Lulu was curled up on top of Wylan's back. She too was snoring. It looked like a doggy pile with Matthias being at the bottom. It was adorable .
Inej cooed at the sight. Who knew a convict and runaway son can become this close?
Jesper was gaping at the sight. “Zenik could you please tell your husband to stop stealing my boyfriend.”
Nina was fuming. “Now is not the time, Fahey. Lulu can’t warm up to me when I’ve been living here for months, but she fuckin cuddles up to Wylan, a stranger mind you, and sleeps on him. The treachery. The heartbreak. I can feel my hurt tearing apart at the seams.” Inej rolled her eyes at the exaggeration.
“Aren’t you a heart-render, so of course you can feel your heart, dimwit. And that sounds like a you problem.” Jesper shrugged his shoulders. In return, Nina gave Jesper a venomous look.
Kaz had never felt this confused. What was going on here? Is that an illusion? Is Inej actually a ninja pigeon? Is something rupturing the space time continuum? Is Jesper secretly a racoon? Is Nina a-
“Kaz.” A soft voice interrupted his confusion. He turned to Inej. “You, ok?” There was concern visible in her eyes. Kaz quickly composed himself.
“Yes, why would you say any different?” Inej looked at him with an all-knowing look, a smirk at the corner of her beautiful lips.
“No reason.”
Damn . She knows him too well.
All the while, Matthias, Wylan and Lulu all blissfully slept unaware once again of the chaos they were stirring because of them.
Wylan was especially ignorant as he snuggled deeper into the warmth that was beneath his face. The warmth felt like the churros he baked with Matthias. That was fun. The salty man was not that bad after all. He was completely different from what he first thought of him. And with that last thought, he sank into the darkness that was sleep. The darkness felt much more warmer though. Wonder why.