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

I dragged Henry to sit down with on the bench.

"Long ti 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 instead of Henry and raised my eyebrows at him in question.

Jordan didn’t avoid my gaze but gave 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 , but I didn’t like him looking at her either way.

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

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

Bleach Boy looked at after flipping Jordan off.

"Why didn’t you co 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 als 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 worriedly.

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

Not behaving ans pain. Yet, that sick fucker loves it when I torture him, so it was hard to say if he perceived my action as punishnt 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 ford.

Hmmm...You fucker perceived your punishnt 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 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 als 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 .

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, co back an hour before the sun sets, or stay outside forever and starve to death. Fourth, if you make sothing dirty, you will clean it up." Her gaze turned more fiercely at and solely , while Henry played with my hand on his thigh, as I had stopped with the pinching the mont 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 ti in the wrong place.

I fleetingly rembered where our first kiss happened and shuddered.

But then I rembered.

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

He had always assured that I didn’t have to...as if he didn’t want to remind 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 sothing, 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 so absurd other things that can be done with a cock.

"ARE YOU LISTENING!" My grandma slamd 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 ek flower.

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

"I am listening. You don’t want inside your house and hope that I will run away from ho." 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 .

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; rember that. Let’s not famish 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 mont 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 mont 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 to nearly empty it onto my plate.

Then I went for the at and put so chicken and vegetables on Henry’s plate so that he could get his vitamins back through sothing 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 n, so she shut up soon enough.

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

The first bite of potato felt like heaven on earth; the at was another dinsion.

I think I blacked out sowhere 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-al glow.

Ah, right. They told there was no at here at the mont 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 al, which she needed to constantly refill because it was just so small, and still looked at in disapproval.

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

"He still has sothing 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 al before she stood up and threatened with her eyes to do the sa.

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

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

Like a heated backpack. Cute.

At least the backpack now walked on its own, only clinging to 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 dead in the eyes while flooding the bathroom floor into the sa state it had been in before so nice fairy did a cleanup.