72 Death Vs Trix (1/2)

Oddly, I felt refreshed after my romp with Leinard. Well, he did grant me a few hours sleep that my body readily used to replenish my energies.

Dionysus had arrived in the morning to prepare our clothes and breakfast at the small white wrought iron café table and chairs of the cosy sunroom that was just beyond the gla.s.s sliding doors.

I was too starved to be mindful of my messy eating as I scoffed cheese croissants and other sweet pastries down my gob, finis.h.i.+ng off my breakfast with a warm cup of milk tea that left a cream moustache across my lip.

”Yum” I thought, licking my lips and flinched at Leinard's hearty chuckles. ”Oops. Was I too much of a pig?”

”Don't change.” Leinard responded to my thought as he leaned towards me to remove the cream with his finger and left a kiss on my cheek.

He fed me the piece of his sweet waffle that had been dangling from his fork. I had rather he fed me another one of his kisses.

With breakfast sorted, we made our way out of his room and was having a pleasant conversation in the Gold Leaf Bar sitting area when sounds of commotion coming from the adjoining dining room made us rush to the mirror panel door.

I instinctively recoiled, using the mirror door I was opening as a s.h.i.+eld from the vase that went flying towards me.

The vase smashed to the polished wooden floor near the entrance threshold, scattering red roses and water amongst shards of broken white porcelain before our feet. Fortunately, the door didn't shatter on my face.

”b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Go to h.e.l.l you uncouth man! We don't need your kind of charity!” I read Death's lips as he angrily yelled at Trix.

Trix responded by whipping out his guns from his hip holsters and aimed it at my brother's face.

I rushed up to Trix and high-kicked the guns out of his hands.

”What is wrong with the both of you?!” I signed.

”Famine. b.u.t.t out!” He screamed at me, so I could clearly understand his lip movements.

”You dare speak to my brother like that, you a.s.shole!” Death angrily signed back at Trix, and his next words for me. ”Famine come here! We're going!”

”Um, what? Huh?” My hands clumsily agreed.

I approached Death's side and yelped as he yanked my arm to leave by the other mirror door at the opposite end of the room.

Leinard stood before this door. ”Settle down gentlemen.”

”You would say that being his brother. Under Section 1206, Clause 2-B of the Magism Code of Conduct and Consequence, I could press legal charges for mistreatment under refuge!” Death spoke his mind with his voice and hands.

”Suppose. Also, under the same section, Clause 2-D 4.6 states that the Facilitator is required a detailed explanation from said Refugee for any and all mistreatment claims.” Leinard responded in like.

Death looked shocked. Obviously, Leinard's knowledge of the clause had thrown him for a loop. He closed his eyes and counted his breathing to calm down.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Leinard's cool gesture to take a seat at the oblong burnished redwood table behind us.

”Pfft. All hot air and no...” Trix sarcastically started to say and found his voice silenced by Leinard's incantation.

”You will get your voice back when you calm down.” Leinard coolly scolded his big brother, ignoring his fits and protests.

Death gave a weak smile at Leinard's control of the situation. He sighed and nodded his thanks to him.

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I sat next to Death. Trix and Leinard a.s.sumed seats opposite us from the table

”Now. Please explain why we walked into a heated domestic between yourselves.” Leinard asked Death, continuing to ignore Trix's insistent gestures to voice his side first.