"What's wrong with my face?"
"Everything… Just everything."
"You can't generalize this, Cain. You must explain."
"And how do I explain…?"
"Perhaps, with words?"
"Which I am clearly at a loss for, as you can see."
Cain was pacing around the kitchen, a piece of buttered toast in his mouth. He was looking down incredulously at his shirt. "How in God's name do you button this…?"
Severus, who was sipping his tea in relish, smirked at him from the top of his teacup. "It's been less than 4 hours since your little servant left, and you're already hyperventilating?"
"Instead of showing me one of your rare smiles and disrespecting Odin, get over here and help me…" Cain snapped. "And keep your wand away from me!"
The older man stood reluctantly, making his way over to Cain. They looked at each other, as if seeing one another for the first time, standing only inches apart.
"God… I would give you a nasty look, but unfortunately you've already got one…" Cain muttered, succumbing his shirt to the thin, precise fingers of his father. He got it done in under a minute, as any normal person would have. Cain, however, was no normal person, more so when Odin wasn't present.
"I still think it's a bad idea for your servant to go on this little holiday… Look at you! You barely know how to dress yourself."
Cain smacked his hands away in irritation. He shoved the remaining toast into his mouth, chewing it as brutally and loudly as his strong jaw could allow him, before gulping the abused food down. "Remember when I asked for your opinion, father?"
"No, I don't recall."
"Exactly, neither do I!" He said, clapping his hands sardonically.
"Enough of your sarcasm," Severus snapped.
(They both have this amazing ability of literally snapping & spitting their sentences instead of just speaking them normally like every normal person does. Stress the normal).
"Is there something else you suggest I practice?" Cain asked. "Sarcasm is scientifically proven to extend one's life. You should try it sometime, lest you drop dead."
He added a small sweet smile, which fell as quickly as it had appeared. Examining his fingernails and the bruise that had formed out of nowhere on his wrist, he ignored Severus who was making tutting noises. The older man cleared the breakfast table away with a flick of his wand.
"I wonder what your reaction would be…" Cain mused. "If I were to wreak havoc to the table again."
"You might lose your ear."
"I have another one."
"For the time being…"
"My, how terrifying. I'm not sure I want to spend another day with you alone." Cain laughed.
"Sadly, we are both stuck together."
"Shame… You're such a tragedy, even a dementor is unlikely to kiss you. That is, if he manages to make it within a mile of you."
"You…!"
"I shall be in my room, pondering the meaning of a life devoid of chocolate."
"Try not to starve while I'm out doing the shopping. Anything specific you would like me to bring back?"
"Hm…" Cain thought aloud. "How about a cactus? So I can have a different prick to look at."
"On second thoughts… I shall join you! I want to handpick my new friend myself."