"Got it, we'll be home by seven o'clock."
Putting down the phone and placing it back on the table casually, Cold Little Evil turned his face to look at Memoria by his side.
"From the looks of it... Do you want me to help you wash?"
"I don't need it!"
Memoria reached over and grabbed the robe he had thrown aside by the bed, quickly draped it over herself, and dashed into the bathroom.
Sitting on the bed, with his head tilted, he watched her run into the bathroom and close the room door.
Cold Little Evil smiled, stretched out his arm, pulled over a blanket and wrapped it around himself, then headed out the door to go downstairs and prepare breakfast for her.
By the time he had prepared breakfast and placed it on the dining table, Memoria had already tidied up and changed clothes, coming down from upstairs.
Walking into the restaurant, she saw Cold Little Evil placing the milk cup on the table. She bent down to sniff the breakfast on the plate.
