Ooooh, sometimes he makes me so mad! I didn't mean to yell at him like that, but, well, you heard him. Dinner tonight is going to be very quiet.
"Yugi! Dinner's ready!" Well, time to face the music.
Hehe. Oops. I probably could've worded that better, seeing as Atemu, or Atem, plays the flute in the band. Marching band and concert, if you were wondering.
"YUGI! Get down here! I'm not going to heat this up again if it gets cold!" Well, at least he hasn't started swearing in Egyptian yet. He does that when he gets mad, just like Ryou and his yami, Bakura, do. Y'see, Bakura taught his other half the ancient language. Me, I'm just picking up a few words, which usually means I end up turning very red when Atem uses some very explicit curse word that I can understand. Of course, he's just as likely to go off into French. He might use Latin too, but I can translate and speak it just as well as he can, since we both took that particular class. French though, I don't understand, but then again, he doesn't know German, so we're even.
"YUUUUGIIII! I'M NOT GOING TO SAY THIS AGAIN! GET YOUR REAR IN GEAR! NOW!"
Judging by his tone of voice, he's on the verge of coming up here and dragging me downstairs.
"Aaarrgh! I've had it! C'est Fini! (That's it!) Yugi, vous pouvez faire votre propre dîner ! Je n'ai pas besoin de faire un repas chaud pour vous quand vous lambinez autour jusqu'à ce qu'il fasse froid, et faites alors l'amusement de ma cuisine ! Vous pouvez manger de la céréale froide et des aliments pour chiens pour le reste de votre vie !(Yugi, you can make your own dinner! I don't need to be making a hot meal for you when you dawdle around until it's cold, and then make fun of my cooking! You can eat cold cereal and dog food for the rest of your life!) You hear me?!"
"Yeah, I heard you!"
I'm just doing a quick translation with the French/English dictionary I pulled out of his backpack. Whoa! He's really mad. It's not very often that he threatens to stop cooking. I can't cook to save my life, well, nothing very good anyway."YUGI MUTOU!" Drat. He's lost it. More cursing from downstairs, Egyptian this time. That's one language I can't translate. Might as well give him a taste of his own medicine. "Ich interessiere mich nicht! Wenn Sie wie eine nasse Geldstrafe der Katze fungieren werden dann, aber lassen Sie uns nicht vergessen, wem älteres hat!"(I don't care! If you're going to act like a wet cat then fine, but let's not forget who's older!) Silence from downstairs.
Yes! H-a ha! I did it! He's not yelling anymore! Now, I can go downstairs and eat!
I run downstairs, and sit at my place at the kitchen island. When grandpa's not home, we eat there a lot, since neither of us is very fond of setting the table. "Your dinner." Atemu says, putting a bowl down in front of me. "Thanks." He makes an odd noise and goes to get his own food. Whatever he made smells really good! I catch a glimpse of his bowl as he walks by. It looks like a specialty of his, Greek Meatball soup. A favorite of mine. Yay! I pick up my spoon and take a bite. I choke on the mouthful of something that is not what I expected. Atemu cracks up.
What is this!? What ever it is, it is definitely not the soup I was looking forward to.
Fighting the urge to spit it out, I lean down close to my bowl in order to judge the contents. Atem, who is still laughing, falls off his stool and rolls on the floor. Man, am I going to get him back for this one!
Upon closer examination this appears to be very soggy cornflakes. I HATE CORNFLAKES! The only reason we even have any is because Grandpa likes 'em. And what else did he put in here? DOG FOOD?!
"Yami! I'm gonna kill you!" I run at him, but he sidesteps, and I trip over his stool. He takes this opening and races upstairs to our room, locking the door. Drat. And he even hid the soup leftovers. It's cold cereal for dinner tonight. I'm am so going to get him when he comes out.
