《Babysitting Criminals While Pregnant *Slow Updates*》Chapter 51
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Lisanna's house was a cute one-story home, a cottage if you will. The front porch and shutters were surrounded by peony bushes, and surprisingly the flowers were in full bloom. The inside was cozy enough, seeming a little cramped, probably from how it was decorated.
I, being the nosy woman I am, glance at the various photos on the dark cream-colored walls. Most of them were of the Strauss siblings, friends, maybe a few smaller portraits with Happy in her lap. The mantle was a simple thick mahogany shelf tucked above the brick fireplace. Little nick nacks filled up the tinier spaces.
But this one picture caught my attention. That pink hair made my blood run cold. As quickly as the icy tremor flies through me, it ends just as fast when a pale hand takes the photo and plants the frame down, hiding the faces downward.
My eyes skim up the slender arm and at its owner. Lisanna frowned, her eyes avoiding mine.
"I'm going to take every memory down, " She mumbled, eyes shadowed with guilt. "It's as painful for me as it is for you."
I say nothing. The white-haired woman gives me a heartfelt smile, probably to comfort me. An awkward silence flowed through me quickly. Now what? Do I apologize? Do I comfort her too?
"Ugh, " Cobra grimaces in disgust, sniffing the air. "Smells like that annoying bastard all over."
We look back at the man.
"Must be hard for you enhanced sensed people, huh?" Lisanna barked, unamused. "I think I have a few sleeping bags, you can use those for tonight."
"Thank you for letting us stay here, " I say appreciatingly, sitting on the indigo-colored love seat. "Saved us time."
"Keh! As if this is savin' our time, " Midnight snorted, fingering his braid while observing the interior of the hall and kitchen. "We gotta stay in this godforsaken town till tomorrow."
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"Be nice, " I scold lightly. "Would you rather we have spent the money on the train back home to get a hotel room? I'll say it's quite nicer here than a hotel."
"I'll take that as a compliment, " Lisanna came into view, two matching sleeping bags wrapped up in a storage wrap-thing. "I hope this will do." Handing the men the bags, she smiled sweetly. "Just let me know if you need anything."
"Where's the bathroom? I gotta piss." Cobra bluntly mentions, dropping his sleeping bag by the indigo recliner.
Lisanna blushes, proceeding to direct the male to the said bathroom. Cobra stomps back into the hall. Hearing a grunt and then a door nearly slam shut signaled us that he found his destination.
"You guys want something to drink? I've got lemonade, milk, tea—" Lisanna questioned, rubbing her palms on her shorts.
"Warm milk please." I accidentally cut her off. I blush meekly.
"Got any alcohol?" Midnight puckered his lips, running his tongue over the lipstick he wore.
"I—I'm not sure, " Lisanna stuttered with uncertainty. "I can check."
"She's weird."
Eh? I blink in confusion at the emo boy. "Pardon?"
"Not as weird as you, but still weird. Why's she so skittish?" Red eyes meet my brown ones.
"Well, the last time you guys met, you were trying to kill us."
"That's not a reason to be skittish."
I deadpan at his words. Did he not understand what I said? I resist the urge to facepalm. Where was his mind during that time of war? I clear my throat as muffledly as possible.
"You are one dysfunctional person, Midnight." I finally say.
The man feigns surprise by gasping aloud and placing a hand over his heart, "Thank you! It means so much to me that you have finally established my mental stability!"
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Hrk! Damn him! I glare at Midnight, opening my mouth to spout a snarky remark, but I'm interrupted when Lisanna scuttles back into the living room meanwhile Cobra exited the hall.
"Oh!" Lisanna squeaks, closely brushing past the maroon-haired felon. "S-Sorry!"
Her body was awfully close to his. . .ACK! Why do I care about that?! I mentally scold myself for thinking so vile and petty.
"Here's your milk, Lucy, " Lisanna swiftly skips toward me with a mug. "Careful, it's hot."
"Thanks." I smile at her, taking the mug by the handle with one hand and the other hovering under the bottom.
"And luckily for you, I had some wine cooler stashed in the back of the fridge, " Lisanna handed the alcoholic beverage to the gothic man with a smile before turning to Cobra. "Did you want something to drink too?"
"Nah." The tanned man stuffed his hands in his pants pockets, sauntering toward the recliner, plopping into its cushions.
"O—okay."
Silence filled the room once again, the only sound breaking through was Midnight opening his drink.
I glance at my cup, watching the steam rise from the milk within. I suppose. . .I bring the mug to my lips, the milk slips into my mouth. Maybe this will lure me into a nice sleep. The milk wasn't as hot as Lisanna said it'd be. It was more lukewarm than hot.
Was lukewarm milk supposed to steam? The steam felt like a dry mist.
"M—maybe you wait to drink that until it's cooled off some." Lisanna's voice spoke out.
My eyes flicker to her form as I lower the mug from my face and I wipe the milk mustache off my top lip, "It's okay. It isn't all that hot." I smile politely.
"What?" She quickly became flabbergasted. "B—but it's steaming!"
"Yes, it is, " I say, drinking some more of the milk. "Thank you for the drink!"
"O-of course!"
It couldn't have been ten minutes of pure awkward silence. No one was really talking. Cobra snoozed off, Midnight draped himself on the couch next to me. Lisanna was in the shower.
I had finished off my milk a little bit ago and I began to feel the effects of grogginess approach me.
A snort bounced me into awareness. My vision scanned the still room, finally settling onto the maroon-haired male. Cobra blinked his eye in full alert.
Something was off. "What's wrong—"
"WE'RE HERE!!"
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