Aggressive cutting came from the kitchen counter an hour later, as carmine eyes glowered across the pristine kitchen to where a humming blond sat using a telescope to watch the city streets.
"Delic, are you going to be heading to work to practice," Roppi's emphasis on the word practice only made the small grin on the blond's features grow.
"Practice what?"
"I would assume that noise you were making earlier."
"You would assume incorrectly, my wondrous vixen," he purred his reply, pulling away casually from the spying object to throw Roppi a playfully flirtatious look. "I have no intention on practicing, seeing how my balls are on medical leave and my back is still aching from breaking a fall off the piano bench."
"So you're just going to sit there and stare down women's shirts all day," the chopping grew more forceful as Hibiya watched from the sidelines. The duo seemed to not get along half as nicely as he had first thought.
"Now Pipi-chan, it's impolite to stare." He practically beamed as he said the next statement. "It's also very impolite to be jealous of strangers."
The knife Roppi was cutting a melon with froze, stabbed into the counter as he went completely still. "…I have no need to be jealous, do I?"
Delic hummed, returning his attention to the telescope. His face, or what part the two brunets could see revealed nothing. Such a poker face, Hibiya thought, scanning the blond for any sign of a tell. Roppi moved around the counter, his arms slinking over the blond's shoulders as he murmured, his voice threatening violence for any kind of blow off or unsuitable answer, "I have no need to be jealous… do I?"
Magenta eyes were slowly closed as a smirk presented itself upon the host's features. An arm slinking up to gently rub against Roppi's arm, a soon open gaze turned to perceive the brunet standing behind him; Delic shook his head.
"What need would I have for anyone outside when I have the greatest person for me sitting in my kitchen?"
Was it jealousy that washed over Hibiya? He could do nothing but sit there and watch as his brother leaned down, kissing the blond softly. Not that the blond was up for something like that, turning and wrapping his arms around the brunet. His kiss, unlike Roppi's attempt to keep it tame, was more wild, untamed and teasing as he coaxed the brunet to keep kissing him, to make the kiss more meaningful.
It was like a brain versus brawn communication. While Delic was more instinctive, Roppi was more thought through. Delic was open to body languages, Roppi was all about words. Hibiya blinked as this came to mind, shaking his head and heading towards his room. There was no circumstance to which he would allow himself to be voyeur to such… vulgar activities; especially not first thing in the morning and involving his brother.
"Hibi!"
Hibiya turned, frowning a bit at the nickname. His body hovered in the doorframe as he looked at the duo that had been kissing by the window. "Yes?"
"Get yourself all ready for walking dans la rue," Delic grinned as he spoke.
"Dans la rue?" His French was little to nothing; the language a tongue rolling, purring, sensual sound to which he had no intention of learning.
"Down the streets," Roppi clarified, looking up at Delic confused. "Don't you have to work?"
"And miss the opportunity to show your brother around the romantic capital of the world?" Delic tsked, "I have the weekend off, lucky me. Therefore, your dear brother and I are going to be stepping out and I'm going to be taking him for a walk through the city." As both brunets went to argue, Delic spoke up again quickly. "It might be nice for Hibiya to have seen the sights around the city to at least have something to show for coming all this way."
Hibiya shut his mouth, feeling foolish for trying to argue. He had come here out of the blue for only a week. If he didn't go see something, it would seem frivolous, like he had only left Japan because he was upset over his butler being gone and his home empty. Roppi was also silent for a moment, looking at Delic in silence.
"…So you're going to show Hibiya around?"
Delic nodded, "I am a host after all, isn't showing people a good time what I do best?"
Roppi shook his head, turning to Hibiya, "if he begins to flirt, hit him. Preferably hard." He began to head back to work at making breakfast for himself when he added, "or just call me. I'll come and show him the consequences of being "a good host.""
"You're brother is a very vicious person," the white suited blond sighed, walking over to escort Hibiya from the room. The prince hardly had time before he felt the hand on his back, almost immediately followed by that jolt to his system he got whenever the man touched him. His nerves went on end as he was steered from the kitchen towards his bedroom. His gaze flickering up to the blond as the blond sung quietly to the music playing in his headphones.
It was hypnotic, like being paralyzed as he was yet again captivated by the blond. Nevermind he had just been lip-locked with his brother only moments ago, forget the part that he and Roppi were lovers; Hibiya could not drag his attention away from the fact that Delic was interesting. Fascinating.
The host sent him into a quandary about his sanity.
He wanted to know just what happened inside his head. Knowing that the host didn't operate like most people he knew was a thought that beguiled him. Hearing that voice all but purring the French was like a livewire. It sent jolts through Hibiya's senses, without conscious consideration dragging him closer to the blond. The magenta gaze looked over at him a moment before possibly passing off his sudden closeness as pure coincidence.
Hibiya would normally have been grateful for that, ashamed that he had gotten hung up on a voice like his brother Psyche often so easily had done. At the moment though, he wanted that man's attention, bemused that it was not given to him. His mind turning to instinct as he spoke without a thought, "how can you speak like that?"
"What's that," Delic frowned a bit, before his cheerful disposition returned, "you mean sing French?"
"How can you speak it at all?"
"French is the language of love, my dear prince." He opened Hibiya's bedroom door and held it open for him, "It comes to me as naturally as breathing. Languages are like music, they have their scales of notes and volumes, their forbidden words or mixing of notes, and of course," he gaze darkened as he finished his explanation, "they have their natural sounds or words that send shivers of ecstasy down your spine."
The door shut as Hibiya stood in the middle of the room, staring at where the blond had stood, the blond's words as enigmatic as ever.