By Fang Wolfsbane

"Well good morning to you too."

Ares frowned to himself as he looked up at his sister from his spot in what he could only somewhat classify as a living room. Lack of other presences not included.

Moving his spoon around in his chocolate-flavoured cereal, Ares turned his attention on the monkey-themed human children's breakfast. "Morning."

She returned his frown back to him, her hands resting on her hips. "What has you in such a sour mood?"

He didn't answer her. Frankly he didn't quite know himself. All he knew was that since the previous night he had been angry at his sister and so far had no justifiable reason other than he didn't like the sight of her enjoying time with someone other than him.

Not that he could tell her that. The first thing she'd do would be to criticize his behaviour as childish.

How she could call him that, he didn't know. They were in a realm neither of them had ever been in before, had no friends and no idea what they were really doing in said realm except defying Mundus's orders to kill his nephews.

Ever since last night he had barely even spoken to her. Hell, he had even planned on staying quiet around her until at least a full twenty-four hours had passed by. She had broken through that wall in ten hours. Ten hours, thirty-eight minutes and approximately twenty seconds to be precise. Not that he was counting.

Not out loud anyway.

"Nothing," he mumbled, spoon in mouth.

With a huff, his sister rolled her red eyes before she made her way over to the counter and grabbed the cereal box for herself on her way to the makeshift kitchen that only held a small fridge, a microwave, a single counter, sink and kettle.

He didn't know much about how humans lived, but even in the underworld their kitchens were more… decorated. Then again, the building wasn't exactly meant to be a home so much as a business. It was almost a wonder that there was a bathroom upstairs to begin with.

"Hey, could you two cut it out? If you keep this up, I'll end up freezing." The twins paused to look at their target's nephew as he made his way into the room, rubbing his arms for dramatic effect. "What's up? You two have a fight or something?"

He could practically see Aspasia resisting the urge to roll her eyes at him. "Trust me human, if we were fighting, this building would be your tomb already."

Nero gave her an unimpressed frown before he turned his attention to Ares as if he'd be able to give him a better answer than the female demon had. Ares only raised his bowl as explanation.

"Breakfast?"

T his time Nero was the one that rolled his eyes as he followed Aspasia. "Sure. Why not?"

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