Omake

"Read to me."

Matthew looked up from the novel clutched in his hands. Gilbert was leaning on the pier and flicking his tail like a fascinated cat.

"Excuse me?"

"Read to me."

"Why…"

"Because I can't read, of course," Gilbert tugged on his trousers. "Please?"

Matthew frowned and Gilbert cocked his head to the side, the picture of innocence. Matthew gave in.

"Yes, fine."

He turned to the first page and started reading aloud. It went well enough until he reached the opening dialogue and Gilbert hissed.

"No, you have to do the voices!"

"The… Voices?"

"Yes! You have to do the voices!"

Matthew growled but continued to read, lowering his voice when the male lead was speaking and using a light lisp when the female lead replied. Gilbert grinned, showcasing two rows of pointed shark teeth.

"'… and the car backfired with a loud bang…'"

"You have to do the sound effects too!"

Matthew glared.

"I do not."

"You do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Please…?"

Matthew sighed and added the sound effects, knowing that he was absolutely and thoroughly whipped.

Author's Notes:

This is just a little omake of sorts, because it is Christmas and because I can. Mostly because I can.