The early morning sun streamed in through the open window, bathing the decent sized kitchen in a dull, golden glow. A gentle breeze blew into the room, carrying with it sounds of birds chirping their melodies to another radiant spring morning. Inside dishes and silverware clanked together softly with the breakfast preparations. A chair scraped across the floor as you sat down beside Chu, who had already gotten into the whiskey, and your sister.
You gingerly picked up the warm piece of toast from the basket you had set out and began to spread the butter evenly. All the while your sister, Nakiri, watched you closely, her face betraying her annoyance. "Must you be so anal about your butter?" She asked, her voice serious and demanding.
The whiskey chu had just drank now sprang forth from his nose and mouths. He coughed a few times as he laughed obnoxiously, trying to stay upright in his chair. You stared at her speechless, expression twisted into one of shock and embarrassment, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.
"NAKIRI, DON'T EVER USE THOSE TWO WORDS IN THE SAME SENTENCE!" You shrieked, attempting to fight back the vibrant blush blazing across your features. Chu was no longer breathing beside you, tears streaming down his tanned cheeks. Nakiri blinked owlishly, not understanding what was wrong at first. The blush spread across her face like a wildfire as she abruptly stood from the table, "You guys are sick!" She exclaimed and stormed out of the room.
Chu sucked in a deep breath and chuckled again. You chanced a glance at him and blushed deeper at the seductive grin he flashed you. Still watching you, he reached over and snatched a piece of sausage from your plate and bit into it with a wink. "Shut up," you giggle, shoving the plate over to him and turning away. Your face was so ablaze you distantly imagined it exploding in a spontaneous combustion.