Fran looked towards the doorway of the living room as he heard voices coming from downstairs. He turned the TV off and stood up, still holding his injured hand to his chest. The twins didn't sound like they were arguing, so the boy left the living room, going to their side.
"Yo." Fran's eyes wandered over Bel as the two adults stopped and turned around to look him. Bel's hair looked shaggier than usual, and he was frowning deeply - Rasiel must have been right when he said Bel wasn't a morning person. "Rough night, stripper? I imagine it's hard keeping up with clients' needs."
"Kaching..." Bel's hands curled into fists by his side, wishing he had brought down a knife with him. "You little shit, what are you doing here?"
"He's my helper." Rasiel pointed to the cast on his arm as if to emphasise his point. "Someone has to be."
A grin crossed Bel's face at these words before he spoke. "So I can tell him what to do and he has to do it?"
"Bel-senpai, you'd probably make me your sex slave. I don't want to be a sex slave." Fran pointed to his rear, his teal eyes as emotionless as ever. "It hurt like a bitch when I woke up, and that was just one time."
"Sucks to be a virgin," Bel muttered. He pushed past Rasiel and Fran and headed into the living room, looking around for something.
"What happened to your hand, Fran?" Rasiel reached out, placing the tips of his fingers against the younger's hand.
"Oh." Fran shrugged. "The mutated pit-bull attacked me. I think it might need some more training."
"Pit-bull? Ushesheshe~ We don't have a dog, Fran."
"This little furry white thing, then." Fran turned around as Bel started calling out for something. "It was on the couch, and I sat on it. I tried to make up with it, but it's nasty."
The older blond chuckled as he patted Fran's head. "That was a mink, Fran."
"A mink?" Fran blinked. "I've never heard of a mink before. What's its name?"
"Mink." A crooked grin crossed Rasiel's face at this.
"Rasiel-senpai, I think you might need to work on your naming skills - that's just terrible. Even Master knows people who name their pets better, and one of them named their cat Uri. Uri, Rasiel-senpai."
"Tell that to Bel - that's his pet." Rasiel's smile never faltered. Fran was glad that the older twin took everything in jest and didn't seem to care about what people said about him - the boy would have been murdered already if he was with anyone else.
Sometimes it was a relief to have Mukuro by his side - Fran was sure Mukuro was the only reason he was still alive; the man always said his mouth would cause a lot of trouble one day.
"Let's get to the kitchen, Fran." Rasiel started walking away, knowing Fran would follow him. "We can patch up your hand while we're there; that's where we keep the first aid kit. Is there anything you like to eat for breakfast?"
"Just toast, and sometimes fried eggs." Fran looked up at Rasiel, wondering what the twins would have for breakfast - it would probably be something extravagant considering the fact that they were rich. "What do you guys have? I bet Bel's preferred menu would consist of dick."
Rasiel laughed loudly at this, smiling brightly. "You're onto something there, Fran. If you want to cook your breakfast the way you like it, I'll start on our porridge. After your breakfast is done, can you make some smoothies? I have some recipes in one of the drawers you can follow."
"That's it?" Fran tilted his head in curiosity. "You just want porridge for breakfast? What happened to having five different breakfast courses?"
Rasiel was modest as he replied. "We're not big eaters, and we don't care much for showing off our wealth. Bel just wanted a big house, so he got one. We could have been living in a house as small as yours if that was what he wanted. We're as normal as I'm certain you and Mukuro are."
"You can't call Stripper back there normal - he threatens my life every time I see him. No wonder his cat attacked me, with an owner like that."
"Mink, Fran." Rasiel was as patient as ever as he turned to look back at the boy. "Mink. Though yes, Mink does take after his owner remarkably well."
When the two entered the kitchen, Rasiel pointed Fran towards the cupboards on the far side of the room, instructing him to bring over the jar of oats and anything else Fran may be interested in eating - with one arm in a cast and the other holding crutches, Rasiel wasn't able to carry anything himself.
Rasiel cleaned the boy's wound and put a bandage on it, and they conversed happily as they cooked until they were ready to bring it to the dining room.
Fran placed three plates and cups full of banana smoothies on the silver platter he had seen Rasiel use when he had dinner with them the other night, carrying it down the hall and into the dining room.
Bel joined them as he heard Rasiel call out to him and, with his vicious pet curled around his shoulders like a fancy scarf, sat down at the table.
"I do hope you've washed your hands after petting him, brother." Rasiel pointed to the door. "Put him out until you've eaten. That's unhygienic, Bel."
"Mink is hungry," Bel argued.
"Well, have you fed him?" Fran dead-panned. "Or do you starve him?"
The younger blond sent Fran a filthy glare at these words. Rasiel agreed with the youngest. "Mink does not eat porridge, brother. You'll make him sick."
"When Bel-senpai does make it sick and you have to put it down, can I turn it into a fur-coat?" Fran wasn't the type of person who would hurt an animal, but he would certainly say things like that if it would rile someone up.
"Kaching..." Bel sneered at the boy as his pet hissed at the person who had sat on it earlier. "Not my Mink."
Before Fran could reply, Mink jumped from Bel's shoulders and ran across the table, leaping at the teal-haired boy. Fran yelped and pushed himself backwards, remembering that for such a small creature, it had a nasty bite.
It was Rasiel who stopped Mink; he reached out and grabbed the animal before it could cause further harm to his guest. He held it by the scruff of its neck so it didn't bite him instead, holding him away from the table for Bel to collect.
"That's enough, Bel. He's going out while we eat." When Bel stood up and collected Mink with small grumbles, Rasiel called after him, "And wash your hands before you come back!"
Fran watched as Bel moved to the door. He tilted his head as he turned back to Rasiel. "Shouldn't you wash your hands, too?"
"I normally would, but it's too much effort for me right now." Rasiel sighed, hating to feel so helpless and disgusting - hygiene had always been on the top of his priorities, and being unable to wash his hands after handling an animal made him feel horrible. "I'll just have to be careful about touching my meal."
Fran nodded, glad he didn't have to get back up and wash his hands as well; he wasn't much of an eater, but if he had food in front of him, he didn't like having to leave halfway through eating it to do something else.
The boy turned back to the toast he was picking at. "Rasiel-senpai?"
"Hmm?" The blond turned an obscured eye to his guest.
"Master told me what you told him about Bel-senpai, but if Bel and Mink act the same, I'm not sure I can handle it if Bel randomly attacks me from across the table while I'm trying to eat. Can you put him on a leash?"
Rasiel could only laugh, grateful to finally have someone he could talk to and be respected by.