“Ok then...” he scoffed. “Well, here’s your dinner, kid,” he walked up to me, setting a plate of steaming pasta in front of me. “Bon appétit~!” he smiled, setting his beside me, and a bottle of shake-on parmesan cheese.
“Thank you, sir.” I hesitantly hovered of a fork; I stared at him intently, watching as he dug in. I was alone. She took me in. I truly had no other place to go. But him... he has a life. A rich life-
“Relax,” he startled me, reaching for my plate, scooping a small pile of noodles onto his fork. “It’s not poison.” he scoffed, eating it.
I swallowed hard, dropping my eyes to my plate. I've always picked up strays... I sighed gently, twisting a few noodles onto my fork. Me included. I put it in my mouth, noting that it wasn’t so bad; I shook a bit of cheese onto my pasta before digging in fully.
“So...” he hummed as I finished the last few bites, setting down my fork. “How was it?”
“I’ve had worse.” I shrugged. “Thank you sir,” I dipped my head.
“We’ve known each other for all of 2 hours, I think it’s time to introduce ourselves.” he grinned.
“You go and do that.” I stood, taking his plate as well as mine.
“Well, I'm Chester.” he followed, holding his hand out.
“Ok, Mr. Chester,” I placed a soapy sponge into his hand. “You made the mess, you clean it.” I huffed, walking off.
“Eh?” he hesitated.
“I bet you rich folk don’t even know how to-” I spoke to myself.
“What’s your name, kid?” I walked back up to him, grabbing two glasses from the cupboard.
I didn’t respond.
“Hell, I can’t tell if you’re a dude or-” I cut him off harshly.
“I’m a dude.” I snapped. “But must that matter? Everyone asks the same questions.” I huffed, grabbing the filtered water pitcher from the fridge. “If I say I'm a dude, then I am. In a dress, in a suit, with makeup, or with a beard. The only thing that defines a person is who they are, and the only person to say that is them.”
“Well said.” he smiled. “I apologize, I meant it as lighthearted.”
“Hm.” I grit my teeth. “It looks like you will stay the night. There are only two rooms, and both are off-limits. I'll set you up with a cot in the hall.”
“Why can’t I sleep in your room on the floor~?” he whined.
“I’m pretending I didn't hear that.” I hissed.
“Worth a shot.” he snorted.
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