"So guys, I was thinking." Devon dropped a plate of steaming chicken noodles in front of Ambrose.
The latter drooled, barely noticing the red-haired Esper sitting beside him on the dining table. He, Devon and Viktor had gathered around here for breakfast after a refreshing bath.
"Shoot." Ambrose managed to respond, already grabbing his fork and digging in.
Viktor nodded.
Seeing that, Devon adjusted his sitting posture, folding his arms in front of his chest. "After last night…"
Those words nearly made Ambrose choke. He rubbed his chest, throwing his head away from the two men as he struggled to catch his breath again.
If Devon saw his predicament, he didn't show it, continuing. "I think it's safe to say things are different between us now. More… real, if you get what I mean."
"Weirdly enough," Viktor dropped the vodka soda can he just emptied, "I do. I think it's time we addressed some things properly."
