Lunchtime at Trinitys' || Ben and Cyril
Cyril was up in his room, reading. Between work and the gym, this was what he did when he had time. It wasn’t as often as he liked. though at least every other day was more often than most people got to do anything leisurely. He was happily reading, an old novel he’d had since he was still in grade school about to finish a chapter, when suddenly a loud banging beneath him interrupted him, mid-sentence. Scowling, he put the book down on his bed, about to go kill Ben, when he heard the magic word. Food. Wiping the irritation off his face, he made his way down to the kitchen, following his nose more than anything, until he was standing at the table, “What’d you make?
"Steak." He commented simply while he rolled his eyes. He knew his brother better than anyone else did and he knew that ten seconds ago the man had been scowling at him. Probably ready to punch him too, but food made everything okay. "Potatoes. Broccoli." He pulled two beers out of the fridge and placed them on the counter, still not turning to look at his brother, "Beer. What more do you need in life?"
