Chapter 15

"Did you really make him something? Cause he's going to hate you if he finds out that he messed up his "perfect" face for no reason?" I asked once Timothy left the room.

He flashed me a teasing smirk while dumping fresh blueberry waffles onto a plate. "Don't tempt me brother."

"Oh shut up and answer the question." I snapped back playfully.

"Yes, I made him something." His amusement quickly went away as he huffed to himself. "I didn't want to hear him whine and complain for the rest of the day that I didn't make him anything to eat. It gets annoying after a couple of hours."

He doesn't need to tell me that. Sure, whenever Timothy feel like annoying someone, he'll turn his attention to Theós without hesitation. But there have been a few times, when he couldn't find his usual victim, he'll sink his teeth into me. Those long, annoying days where he's following me by the heels, chirpy voice switching to his slightly high pitch whine, hands dramatically waving the in the air to either captu