Tiny models sat on a desk, standing in a little model of a town. A hand reached down, moving a piece to another building, having it 'talk' to another figure. The wooden desk held the weight of everything well, not bending as a boy leaned on the edge to mess with something in the far back of the 'town'. The boy's hair fell in front of his face, shading his eyes as he smiled. The smile seemed sinister as it grew into a smirk, candlelight flickering on his face.
"I think..." he murmured to himself, "that I should have you and you become friends. Hm?" With that, he picked up the model of a blonde in a pink dress, and moved her into a farm up on top of the hill. "Yes, this will do nicely," he murmured again, sinister smile flickering again on his face. Suddenly the smirk faded, as the boy heard footsteps coming up the stairs. In one smooth motion he pulled a blanket over the tiny model, keeping it safe from view.
"Hello?" he called, peering down the stairs from his place at the desk. Shadows moved on the wall as the owner of the footsteps ascended the stairs. The blond shifted in his chair, pushing himself up and tuning to face the stairwell. Though he would not admit it, his heart was lodged firmly in his throat, as unfamiliar footsteps walked about his home at such a late hour. Slowly his hand reached for a knife he kept in his desk, just in case some psychotic criminal decided to break in.
The person who walked in, however, was not a psychopathic criminal. Once he ascended, the man in question showed himself to be the town chef, who was holding a box in his hands. Seeing the chef, the blond remembered rather suddenly that he had forgotten to eat dinner that evening. He selfishly hoped that whatever was in the box was for him, to make up for his missed meal. Setting down his weapon, he walked over to the chef at the top of the stairs.
"Good evening, Raeger," the blond greeted the other male politely. "What are you doing here. Are you looking for Iris, perhaps?"
The chef, Raeger, smiled and laughed a little. "No, I'm just being a good neighbor. Klaus called me earlier, saying that he hadn't seen you go to the restaurant this evening. He wasn't sure if you had eaten and asked me to bring you something. I wasn't sure what you liked, but I remembered what you normally ordered, so I brought that. I hope you like it." He held out the box for the slightly stunned blond to take.
"Oh, thank you," he said distantly, taking the box. He knew that Klaus could not have contacted Raeger, because the perfumer was off on a week-long trip and would not be back for another three days. Surely Raeger knew that. He was obviously lying, although Mistel had no idea why he would. Cautiously, he opened the box, to see a plate of Penne all'Arrabbiata. Purple eyes widened with surprise and joy, a smile breaking out on his face.
"This is my favorite! Thank you very much, Raeger," he said, instinctively employing the politeness that won him so many customers in the past. "How much is this? I expect you'll want me to pay extra for the home delivery." He would rather not pay the extra, but if offering to do so would get the thoughtful man in front of him to bring him more ion the future, then he would do so gladly.
"What? Oh no, you don't have to do that, Mistel. I did this for free, actually."
"Oh, did you? How thoughtful! I'll definitely repay you for this, Raeger!" His smile turned more real this time, instead of the one used for acquaintances and customers. It still had traces of being a mask, although much less so. This was the first time he had ever done this for anyone who was not family, and the slight shock showed on the other's face.
"Oh. Well, if you ever need anything, I'm on call. Have a nice evening, Mistel." With that, the chef turned and abruptly left the building, although the blond could tell that it as not meant in a rude manner.
Taking his favorite dish to the desk, Mistel pulled away the blanket and sat down again. His gaze turned to the little figure in front of the restaurant. Taking it into a slender hand, the antique shop owner moved it much closer to his own home. "I think I like you, Raeger," he murmured to himself, smirking. "You and I will have a lot of fun together, I'm sure of it."
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