Boredom wasnât the main reason she wanted to learn the sign language. Alex thought that since the both of them had gathered her from the streets and lodged her in exchange of absolutely nothing, it was only common courtesy to make their life.. easier. Things such as cleaning the place, answering the phone and doing argh.. so-so meals were very little compared to the gratefulness she felt toward the two males. Of course, she wouldnât straight away say or admit that she was learning for Nico. Learning sign language was not only for him but also for herself. Because sheâll feel incredibly better once sheâs less of a bother and starting by accommodating Nicâs issue should be easy.
She also wanted to break that ice wall he put up between them two, but there was no way about it with her own voice. She would have to speak his own language for that.Â
While Nic was busying himself with the sheets on the second floor, Alex started humming around the kitchen as she broke the eggs and heated up a pan. Once the oil is bubbling, she throws the mix of cheese and omelet into the pan and shake it thoroughly to cook it slowly.
And for once, she didnât heed the warning of Worick and had to assist to the most ridiculous scene ever. She quickly dropped the pan and reduced the heat -so the eggs wouldnât be burnt-, then stole Nic hand and put it under the cold stream of water  to reduce his circulation and clean the blood. Seconds later, she had a bandaged his fingers and brought the digit to her lips. ââThere you go, all done!ââ She had «kissed it better» on reflex, remembering how she patched up her brother a long time ago. When she realized it wasnât his brotherâs hand but Nico, she quickly released his hand and returned to the eggs, feeling like her cheeks were as hot as the pan.
She then took the pan off the stove and turned them all off, putting a rather generous portion in Nicâs plate and a much smaller one for herself since she wasnât as hungry as he was. She wondered if she should keep some for Worick.. but at the same time, microwaved omelets are disgusting. Might as well just prepare another one when Worickâll be back. She sliced the bloody bread and took it off to the garbage before slicing three slices. Two for Nico and one for her. Well, he looked like he wanted bread, might be better to cut some for him. Itâs strange how someone who manipulates a katana so well canât handle simple kitchen instruments.
It wasnât a big deal for Nicolas, cutting himself in the kitchen used to be an every day occurrence until Worick had taken on the task. He hadnât grown up with a stable home or a family to teach him how to do simple domestic chores. If he were to say who had raised him, heâd definitely put that title towards Worick.
His eyes rest over Alexâs hands as she hurriedly assists him with his small wound. More than anything he regrets ruining the bread.
A soft groan slips past his lips as pressure is applied to the cut, not paying too much attention until the digits are brought to her lips, causing his own to part, though only for a second. He wasnât entirely comfortable with the action, but something in her eyes said she hadnât meant to do so.
There was a lot they didnât know about her yet, but if Worick wasnât pressing for answers, he sure as hell wouldnât either.
Pulling his hand back and examining it, he brings his other up to sign a quick âThanks.â before grabbing the plate sheâd set aside for him.
Should he eat with her? It wouldnât be polite not to since sheâd made if for him. . Then again, since when did he really care about such formalities.Â
He takes the plate along and heads for the stairs, stopping as his foot raises onto the first step to look back at her, then raises his hand to point at the second floor.
If she wants to eat with him, he wonât stop her.
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