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 see who makes who mad first.
Hehe. Yugi doesn't know what I've done. I am going to die laughing if I pull this off!
"YUGI! Get down here! I'm not going to heat this up again if it gets cold!" Well, at least I've managed to keep from swearing in Egyptian. I do that when I get mad, just like Ryou and his yami, Bakura. Y'see, Bakura taught his other half the ancient language. Me, I prefer keeping the language to myself, so Yugi is slowly picking up words. This means he usually ends up turning very red when I use some very explicit curse word that he can understand. Watching him do an impression of a tomato is quite amusing! Of course, I'm just as likely to go off into French. I could use Spainish, but he can translate and speak it just as well as I can, since we both took that particular class. German though, I don't understand, but then again, he doesn't know French, so we're even.
"YUUUUGIIII! I'M NOT GOING TO SAY THIS AGAIN! GET YOUR REAR IN GEAR! NOW!"
Judging by the creaking floorboards upstairs, he's settling onto his bed, just to see how long I can keep my cool. To tell you the truth, I'm on the verge of going up there and dragging him down here.
"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!"
Oops. There I go. Well, maybe shorty'll have the sense to get the French to English dictionary out of my backpack. It's not very often that I threaten to stop cooking. I've just had it today. Saying I'll stop cooking for him is like willing him to starve. He can't cook to save his life, well, nothing very good anyway."YUGI MUTOU!" That's it. I've lost it. I curse quite colorfully, Egyptian this time. That's one language he can't translate. Of course, he has to do the same to me. "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 me.
Well, if making me shut up was what he intended, then he did it. I don't know what he said, but it sounded rather nasty.
He runs downstairs, and sits down at his 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." I say, putting a bowl down in front of him. It's taking everything I've got to keep from laughing at him. "Thanks." I make an odd noise somewhere between a cough and a laugh (Just managed to catch myself) and go to get my own food. Okay, here goes. He catches a glimpse of my bowl as I deliberately tip the bowl toward him when I walk by. I have a specialty of mine, Greek Meatball soup. A favorite of his. He picks up his spoon and takes a bite. I nearly die laughing when he chokes on the mouthful of something that is not what he expected.
Oh this is good! You should see his face!
Obviously fighting the urge to spit the unidentified substance out, he leans down close to his bowl in order to judge the contents. Still laughing, I fall off my stool and roll on the floor while Yugi gags. Man, is he going to get me back for this one!
Upon closer examination his 'dinner' turns out to be very soggy cornflakes. HE HATES CORNFLAKES! The only reason we even have any is because Grandpa liked 'em and we can't get rid of them. And what else did I put in here? DOG FOOD! Haha!
"Yami! I'm gonna kill you!" He runs at me, but I sidestep, and he trips over my stool. I take this opening and race upstairs to our room, locking the door. One step ahead, as always. And I even hid the soup leftovers. It's cold cereal for his dinner tonight. I am gonna laugh about this for a long time to come.
