Katsuya
Magical artist
- Aspen and Oak Fowlis -
The omega stayed silent as Sirius opted to stay quiet too. At lunch time, he went back to the kitchen, letting the odd wolf know that he would be gone for a few minutes.
Just as he came through the door, Mama’s voice pipped up, calling his name. His icy blue eyes looked at the older omega as he listened to her orders. He has to make food? For who, he wonders. So the tall male walked over to the fridge, brought out any necessary ingredients —— he should make another sandwich. Aspen sliced the tomatoes, lettuce, and cheese; toasted the bread. Ignoring the whisperings between Mama and another omega woman, Sarra. He wasn’t curious enough to hear what they were saying. What he is curious about is who’s lunch is he making? Normally Mama would tell him who, but she hadn’t said the name this time —- and the woman knew everyone in this tribe!
A huff past his lips, taking a whiff in the air without moving from his spot of the counter, and froze midway to putting the ham on the bread. Why is he now noticing the new smell? Another stranger, he thought warily. How many more strangers are going to come here today?! First Sirius and now this random person —- is that who he is making lunch for?! Aspen wanted to growl in frustration but kept quiet.
“Big brother?”
Aspen took a deep breath, his body tensed at Oak’s nervous tone. His little brother barely used that tone. He hummed quietly, not wanting to grab anybody’s attention at the moment as he finished making the first sandwich; he can hear his little brother’s feet shuffling on the floor. He grunted when he felt a small body tackling his side, fists curling and clinging on his loose shirt. The older of the Fowlis finally looked at his brother who is currently looking at the door where it lead to the pack hall.
“What’s wrong, Oak?” Aspen asked quietly, not stopping on making another sandwich for whoever this is for.
“Nora and Corvus had a tie in a fight —- the training ended and I saw someone come in when I wanted to wrestle Lief-“ Oak gulped. “Some of the —- Tennyson is angsty.”
“Did you bother him like you bothered Quill?” Aspen is not an idiot. He’s quite aware that Oak has a tendency to bother the Gammas and Sigmas, visiting them as his little brother calls it.
“No-! . . . Not today—- not the point!” Oak hissed quietly, pouting angrily. “Someone new came in again!”
“Yes. I know.” Aspen sighed, lifting a piece of lettuce up to show to Oak. The little brother tilted his head, confused. “How-“
“I’m serving him lunch.” He said bluntly. After a quiet moment, the oldest of the Fowlis flinched and glared at Oak. “Why’d you pinch me?”
“I don’t bother anybody. I’m cute!” Aspen gave Oak an exhausting look. Then he ruffled his hair heavily, causing the pup to yelp. “Yea. Yea. Whatever you say, midget bear.”
“I’m not a midget-!” The brothers quietly bickered. Relaxing a bit in their silliness. There were moments where Aspen peeked over the shoulder to stare at the door —- he even saw Lilah sneak in the pack house where the stranger is —- making sure to see who comes in. While he understands travelers needing a place to stay or need something to eat, it’s normal to feel slightly wary towards them. He’s been there before a few years back when him and his brother first came to this tribe. They decided to stay after a few days of knowing Mama and the more social of the members. They were nice to them despite feeling wary and cautious.
So Aspen will try to do the same. Sort of. He’s not gonna talk but he will be polite if needed be. He’s not letting Oak get close to strangers though. No way.
Once he finished making the sandwiches, he told Oak to stay close to Mama and walked in the pack house. In his large hands is a wooden tray with two sandwiches that’s overstuffed with lettuce, tomato, and ham. His icy blue eyes automatically spotted the stranger, walked towards him, and gently placed the meal down on the table. He was careful to not bump whatever the stranger brought with him as if he was being careful to not get burned or something.
“Your food.” Aspen deadpanned at the stranger, not looking away when Nora slammed her way in and spoke up. As much as he would like to tell her everything, he hasn’t got a clue. His eyes narrowed at the trinket the stranger was giving to Lilah, wanting to grab it and chuck the trinket to a river. Maybe he needs to get out and run more or something because he’s too tense. Something is making him tense and he dislikes it. When Sarra spoke up, Aspen was able to move again, free from whatever tension he felt in his back as he lightly nudged Lilah’s shoulder with a finger. Straighten up and ready to leave —- with every other omega gone first.
“Come on, Lilah. Let’s go.” Aspen said quietly, patiently waiting for her to move away.
Back in the kitchen, Oak stood close to the older omega. Nervously playing with the longer curls of his hair as he waited for Aspen to come back.
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