With my headphones on, I feel like:
Without my headphones on…
nezumiprefersthisblogovermacbeth:
“Nezumi! I’m home!”
“You really don’t need to announce that every time you come through the door. I can clearly see that you’re back,” Nezumi replied, not looking up from his book.
“I just like to say it. I’m home. It has a nice ring to it.”
Nezumi rolled his eyes and flipped the page.
“Sorry I’m late, by the way. I got caught up talking to this new guy who just set up a shop in the market. He sells bacon!”
“You’re late? I didn’t notice.”
“Wow, Nezumi, you really know how to make me feel loved.”
Nezumi looked up and glared at Shion’s grin. “Why do you say things like that? One day I’m just going to kick you out, I don’t know how I put up with you.”
“I’ll start cooking dinner!” Shion replied, apparently finding Nezumi’s warning an empty threat. Nezumi sighed. The kid was right – it was an empty threat. As annoying as the white-haired boy could be, Nezumi couldn’t imagine life without him.
Nezumi shut his book, frustrated. Since when did he think these kinds of sappy thoughts? He got off the bed and walked over to the bookshelf, putting back Romeo and Juliet and taking out Macbeth instead. Perhaps his own sappy mindset could be changed back to his normal, post-Shion mentality with an adjustment in his reading choices.
A couple pages into Macbeth, Nezumi was distracted by the smell of something unfamiliar, yet almost magical. His mouth immediately watered, and suddenly he was ravenous. What was this smell?







