Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 363. Food!!!

I dragged Henry to sit down with me on the bench.

"Long time no see." I chuckled.

"Who even sleeps for a week?" Jordan played with a napkin on the desk, glancing at Henry every now and then; I think he had stared at him since we entered.

I leaned a bit forward so that he would look at me instead of Henry and raised my eyebrows at him in question.

Jordan didn’t avoid my gaze but gave me a deep look, but then leaned back on the bench and relaxed his expression.

"How are you? Hungry?"

I smiled lightly at him and nodded.

"I am famished; it’s been a week already."

"They got you on an infusion."

"Yeah, I know; still hungry."

I also knew that Henry eyed Brown Hair because he was being possessive of me, but I didn’t like him looking at her either way.

"Keeennnyy!!!" Danny stormed inside and tried to get Jordan away from me to sit beside me.

"Not a chance." Jordan pushed Danny to sit beside him.

Bleach Boy looked at me after flipping Jordan off.

"Why didn’t you come out when your grandma started screaming? What took you so long? She is so scary." The last sentence he whispered while paranoidly looking in the direction of the corridor.

I sighed.

"Her screaming was so soothing that I dozed off again."

Both laughed, and the others entered.

The absolutely delicious-looking meals were served by the girl, and Henry didn’t stop his staring at her.

Hmmm... it’s not good to behave that way in front of a person who tends to be paranoid.

It’s absolutely not good because said paranoid person could get the wrong idea.

I put my hand on Henry’s thigh and pinched him accordingly.

"Are you better?" Omar squeezed Danny to the edge of the bench and looked at me worriedly.

"Yeah. What did you guys do last week?" I answered.

Not behaving means pain. Yet, that sick fucker loves it when I torture him, so it was hard to say if he perceived my action as punishment or reward.

"What do you think? We tried to visit you, but Ethan and...Kitty fought us off." Danny scoffed.

Henry slid a bit downwards and put his head on my shoulder obediently, my friends eying him speechlessly.

My grandmother cleared her throat, and it turned silent, while I glanced at Henry’s crotch, where a visible bulge had formed.

Hmmm...You fucker perceived your punishment clearly as a reward...

"Now that we are finally all together, I am announcing the rules the others are already aware of." My grandmother started, staring at me more than obviously.

"If you want to stay as guests and use the water and eat the food, then you will have to abide by the following rules: first, don’t enter the kitchen to take food. There will be meals provided by our cook, Emma, who is the doctor’s daughter." The old dragon really behaved as if she was addressing everyone, but she only stared at me.

The brown-haired girl had already left the room with part of the food, and the doctor was also not present—which hinted at a clear line drawn between subordinates and family.

Well, I wouldn’t like to eat with strangers either, especially if we talked about important stuff, if that would ever be the case.

"Second, find a task around the house, garden, or fields; I don’t want you constantly inside my house. Third, come back an hour before the sun sets, or stay outside forever and starve to death. Fourth, if you make something dirty, you will clean it up." Her gaze turned more fiercely at me and solely me, while Henry played with my hand on his thigh, as I had stopped with the pinching the moment he behaved fitting of MY dog.

I was nervous for a second that he would lead my hand to his erection because Henry had a knack for doing the wrong things at the wrong time in the wrong place.

I fleetingly remembered where our first kiss happened and shuddered.

But then I remembered.

He had not even once forced or urged me to touch him there; on the contrary.

He had always assured me that I didn’t have to...as if he didn’t want to remind me that he wasn’t a girl.

Fuck...was that what he constantly had on his mind? How fucking heartbreaking is that?

DAMN IT! How is he so fucking good at constantly pulling my heartstrings?

I will have to try it at least once, and if I am disgusted or something, I will stop, but I won’t let it show on my face. With my hand, I can...probably touch him...only with my hand and only touching...not some absurd other things that can be done with a cock.

"ARE YOU LISTENING!" My grandma slammed the table, and the mouthwatering food on it shook slightly.

"Mrs.—" The staff sergeant tried to intervene, only to falter after receiving a glance from the old dragon and turn back into a meek flower.

I see that the old man didn’t come far in two years. Although he was sitting at the dining table unharmed and without having his head smashed open—which was actually very good progress?!

"I am listening. You don’t want me inside your house and hope that I will run away from home." I languidly drawled and saw her getting angrier and angrier before she let herself fall back into her chair and covered her mouth with her hand, again showcasing her long dark-red fingernails.

I could see her covering a smile, and her eyes were a bit moist while looking at me.

Ah, that damn dragon.

I cleared my throat as she had done and raised my empty glass.

"Thanks to everyone for finding us, thanks for bringing us back and nursing us back to health." I don’t like talking in front of people, but these weren’t just any people, so it was okay.

Besides, I was still filing on my chief persona.

"You all have one lifesaving favor good; remember that. Let’s not famish me any further and start eating while looking forward to an enjoyable apocalypse!"

Henry laughed very accommodatingly while burrowing his head in my neck, still covered in his hood, while my friends started cheering loudly, and I think I saw Ethan uncharacteristically whistle for a moment until my grandma gave him a look and he followed the staff sergeant’s example.

See? That I call a cooperating audience.

"BEHAVE YOURSELF AT MY TABLE!" My grandmother yelled while slamming her hand down again; the one seldom moment of her actually experiencing emotions had apparently passed by.

But I didn’t care anymore and put down my still empty glass and grabbed the bowl with potatoes in front of me to nearly empty it onto my plate.

Then I went for the meat and put some chicken and vegetables on Henry’s plate so that he could get his vitamins back through something other than an infusion.

Henry stood up and grabbed a water bottle in the middle to fill first my glass and then his before he started digging in as well.

My grandmother nagged that we start the feast before the elderly, but since we had started, the others had followed, and if the old people didn’t hurry up, nothing would be left by a bunch of ever-famished men, so she shut up soon enough.

Because Henry couldn’t put his head on my shoulder while eating without making a mess of me, he put one of his legs over my thigh.

The first bite of potato felt like heaven on earth; the meat was another dimension.

I think I blacked out somewhere along the way, because I just stuffed my mouth with everything within my reach, and I was only finished when the table had already been emptied.

Finally feeling stuffed and a food coma approaching, I closed my eyes and leaned against Henry as he still ate what was on his plate.

I think I dozed off for a bit because when I opened my eyes, I found everyone dwelling in the after-meal glow.

Ah, right. They told me there was no meat here at the moment because of the rats, so however my grandmother managed to get what we ate today, it should have been a seldom-seen feast for everybody.

Hopefully, it wasn’t rat’s flesh; like, the grayish-colored ones were the beef, the pinkish ones the chicken...?

Let’s REALLY hope not...but if it had really been rats, we would now be aware of their super tastiness.

My grandmother slurped on her tiny cup of coffee after the meal, which she needed to constantly refill because it was just so small, and still looked at me in disapproval.

"Mr. Howard, if you could make a bit of time for me." Ethan said from the kitchen after he finished part of the dishes he voluntarily washed and folded a kitchen towel.

"He still has something to do before that." My grandmother announced ominously.

"Chop firewood?" I asked her and saw her smile evilly.

"Not quite." She didn’t say more, and I got a bad feeling, but at least she had a bit of consciousness to let Henry finish his meal before she stood up and threatened me with her eyes to do the same.

My friends silently lowered their heads—also currently experiencing a food coma—but at the same time, they didn’t want to risk getting roped into the dark lord’s schemes.

Henry dabbed his mouth with a napkin, just as sophisticated as he had when he first came to my house to visit, before he stood up and waited for me to step forward before he hung onto me again.

Like a heated backpack. Cute.

At least the backpack now walked on its own, only clinging to me under the strange looks of the others.

My grandma went forward, and we followed her into Henry’s room, where everything was cleaned up again and looked like new.

Very good, now we could enter an actual furnished room and leave that green wallpaper behind us.

My grandma went to the bathroom, and while I followed her with a certain suspicion, I saw her take the showerhead and turn on the water.

Then that crazy hag looked me dead in the eyes while flooding the bathroom floor into the same state it had been in before some nice fairy did a cleanup.