Hot Dinner Party

Valerius stretched out on the sofa. Bellus had a sneaking suspicion he fell asleep because Valerius had a magazine covering his face, and that wasn’t the more efficient way to read. But Bellus didn’t call him on it, because he knew Valerius was having a hard enough time. It was hard not being snarky.

Bellus had made a decision to cook a dinner for Valerius. Bellus didn’t often show his affection for him, but since Valerius was having a rough time, well, Bellus felt like he needed to something. So he decided to make dinner.

Bellus was regretting it a bit. He had a cookbook open, but something smelt like burning and he wasn’t sure what it was. Also he didn’t want to use any onions because his eyes started watering as he was cutting them and he didn’t want Valerius to think he was crying out of concern for him, because he wasn’t crying out of concern for him. He was just making a dinner to show he was happy Valerius survived the whole ordeal.

He wondered if he was making too much of a fuss over Valerius briefly, and he didn’t stop wondering until a thick burning smell penetrated his nostrils. He saw black smoke curling out of his frying pan, but he couldn’t remember what he even had in the frying pan.

And the fire sort of made it hard to tell too.

So Bellus tossed water on top of the frying pan, only making the fire spread onto the cupboards. Trying to remain calm, he wet a cloth and covered the frying pan. The fire on the frying pan went out, but the fire had spread from cupboard to cupboard, licking the ceiling. Little drips of water burned into the tile on the floor.

Bellus ran his damp hand through his hair, keeping the teal strands out of his face. Was it time to panic yet?

Stretching (revealing a small amount of pale stomach), Valerius stepped into the kitchen. “What’s that smell?” he asked.

“Your dinner?” Bellus asked, with an awkward smile.

Shrugging, seemingly unaware of the fires, he lifted the damp cloth off of the frying pan. “Why is it all black?”

“Well the fire got to it, you see,” Bellus said, trying not to get angry.

“Yes, are you going to do something about it?” Valerius asked. “It’s getting hot.”

“I planned to.”

“Well, chop chop,” Valerius said, clapping his hands.

Bellus’ yellow and blue eyes skim the fire devouring his beautiful kitchen. It was gorgeous and unpractical, though brilliant at burning, apparently. Valerius moved back into the other room, and Bellus heard him flop down on the couch.

He bit his tongue to keep from yelling at Valerius to help. Valerius just survived a horrible event. Bellus couldn’t exactly yell at him for not helping put out a few fires.

And so Bellus went about his business, putting out the fires.

They ultimately ordered dinner in. Together they dined while browsing a kitchen renovation catalogue, discussing the possibilities of their future together, or at least their future in the kitchen.








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