Some minutes later, Ian never thought he might get a nine year-old boy breathe down his neck about steaks and food. He sighed, taking the mac n' cheese's empty container to the sink, then took out a plate of leftover steak and some rice for his brother. Sticking it in the microwave, he waited...
"Hey, Iaaaan?"
"Ian?"
"Iaaaan?"
"Peasaaant?"
"BROTHER, THERE ARE ZOMBIEEEES!"
"THEY'RE TAKING MEEEE!"
"...Is the food done yet?"
Ding. Ian took out the plate, nearly dropping it when the plate was too hot. He set the plate in front of his brother, and what do you know, he ate it within five minutes. He was pretty sure Kyle was inhaling the food, instead of eating it. Knowing the boy usually wants to stay in his room, he left for his room, the nine year-old following closely. Opening the door, he was a bit surprised when the room was cleaner than when he left it. "Good job," he smiled at the neko gratefully, though wincing when Kyle buried himself under the covers of his newly made bed.
Oh well.
"Hey, Iaaaan?"
"Ian?"
"Iaaaan?"
"Peasaaant?"
"BROTHER, THERE ARE ZOMBIEEEES!"
"THEY'RE TAKING MEEEE!"
"...Is the food done yet?"
Ding. Ian took out the plate, nearly dropping it when the plate was too hot. He set the plate in front of his brother, and what do you know, he ate it within five minutes. He was pretty sure Kyle was inhaling the food, instead of eating it. Knowing the boy usually wants to stay in his room, he left for his room, the nine year-old following closely. Opening the door, he was a bit surprised when the room was cleaner than when he left it. "Good job," he smiled at the neko gratefully, though wincing when Kyle buried himself under the covers of his newly made bed.
Oh well.