Piles of books were everywhere. They were on physics, earth scince, anatomy and what have you.
No one else could possibly be reading these aside from our dear CR.
"Erhard?"
Unruly mint green hair made it's way around the corner.
The boy only nodded in response to his name. Rosalia smiled and giggled running up to him and making herself comfortable leaning on his shoulder and peeking inside the book he was paying such close attention to.
She sighed and pouted a bit not getting what was so interesting about it and decided to poke his cheek. Finally she got him to look at her.
"Yes?" he blinked. Red orbs dull and half covered with deep wisps of espresso as usual.
"Say…You're German right?"
"Well my name is German and my parents weren't American so I guess so. " There was a short pause. "Aren't you Italian."
She nodded.
"And that's what makes me wonder. Why would Atlus stick a German, an Italian and a French person in the same house?"
Erhard thought of it for a moment and blinked immediately regretting that action as when he opened his eyes he met another pair of red ones which caused him to immediately jump over the back of the couch.
Regaining his breathe and composure, Erhard refrained form taking off his shoe and pelting it at the head of abyss blue curly hair.
"Seriously?"
Was all he could muster at the moment. The same extremely disturbing red eyes he was looking in a few seconds ago when back to their deep grey/blue color as the doctor smiled and laughed walking behind the couch and picking up CR in a bear hug. Rosalia was still sitting on the couch taking an interest in one of Erhard's physics books.
"To be quite honest." The man started as he dropped Erhard back onto the couch who folded his arms and glared.
"I find it quite amusing as well they would stick us all in the same house. I think it's supposed to go with their plot for that Trauma team game and apparently I'm supposed to kill you," he gestured to Rosalia but hugged her. :And put you in jail for 250 years," CR had a 'wth' look on his face "And I'm supposed to die of some mysterious disease that you will cure…"
Rosalia raised her head from the book setting it aside.
"So they know that the French, German and Italian don't really get along so they stick us in the same family to watch us tear each other apart?" she blinked pouting a bit.
"Pretty much."
"Hello there, I am Albert and I shall be taking care of-"
"YOU won't be taking care of ANYTHING today! Put the syringe DOWN!"
"But it's just a syringe~" Albert whined a bit. "It has nothing in it. See?"
Erhard instinctively back away when the object was pointed at him.
"Dad, I love you and all, really but…You could be shot with 50 tranquilizers, put in a straight jacket and locked in a padded room with a 3ft think titanium door with 89 locks on it and I still won't trust you with as much as a speck of dust."
"What about a plastic spoon?"
"That's even worse…"
~*Cinq minute plus tard*~
"Put the plastic spoon away dad." Erhard was now glaring daggers at Albert who looked as innocent as can be.
"But I'm just eating yogurt~" he chuckled.
"Since when was there yogurt in this house dad? SINCE WHEN?"
Albert remained silent and smiling as he devoured a spoon of pure strawberry goodness avoiding eye contact with his son.
Erhard's eye twitched as he grabbed Albert by his collar and began shaking the man violently.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?"
"I didn't do anything~ Why's my son being so mean to me~?" He whined a bit with that same cocky smile. So long as his eyes weren't red CR could deal.
"SHUT UP!" The young brunette growled and went to his room.
"I love you too Captain Hormones~!"
"Stupid chocolate bear…"
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I ran out of ideas...