On a Sunday unlike Hajin, Evandel wakes up with a startle. “Heavy,” She thinks. When she looks to her right, she sees the familiar Yeonha, her arm hugging her. When she looks to her left, she sees Hyon sleeping like the dead, his arms crossed into an X. “Aw,” She cries, her smile leaking from her lips.
Evandel picks up Hyon’s arm and puts it over her. Then, she returns to sleep.
***
Yeonha wakes up with little effort, trusting her body clock. When she opens her eyes, she sees an annoying face— brown hair, goofy face, with drool spilling— it is Hyon Hyung. “What the!?”
The first thought that crosses Yeonha’s mind is to eradicate Hyon Hyung from existence, but that is too much even for her. Only this time, she chooses to retreat. “I want a shower…” She decides on her next course of action.
However, she cannot.
Evandel who is sleeping between her and Hyon is gripping hard on her arm. The little girl’s eyes remain closed, while she takes hold of Yeonha’s arm connecting to Hyon.
Even the slight touch from Hyon makes Yeonha squirm. “Childish,” Yeonha puts more pressure on her arm, which Evandel is fighting back with everything she has. The little girl is even using a little bit of magic power augmentation which she recently learned from Yeonha.
“I know that you are awake. I see you wriggling.” Yeonha softly whispers to the little girl.
Evandel stops moving.
“I can see you putting more force, and squinting your already closed eyes,” Yeonha adds.
Evandel starts playing dead.
Yeonha grins at the little girl’s antics. Evandel is such a little girl, and wanting a family for her is only natural. Maybe this is why she sees Hyon Hyung as her father figure.
Hyon makes sure to spend at least an hour a day visiting Evandel. He is adamant about following this routine, claiming that Evandel is now his responsibility.
“Maybe, she also sees me as a mother figure…” Yeonha ponders on this thought. Her eyes land on Hyon Hyung. “Then that makes him my husband, and I am his wife.”
Blushing, Yeonha, chastises herself. “No. No. That’s impossible. My standards are too high for someone like him.”
Yeonha kicks Hyon from the side with restrained average human strength. Hyon is kicked out of bed. After that, Yeonha proceeds to take Evandel under her arms. “How dare you play tricks?”
Evandel remains unmoving, dedicating herself to playing dead, but the quivering of her closed eyelids is a telltale of her inner turmoil.
“I will punish you.” Yeonha tickles Evandel from the neck and the sides.
Evandel cries in defeat, ending her sleep pretend. “N-no~! No! AWww~!”
***
I just had a nightmare where Cheok Jungyeon kicked me from the side. It feels very real.
When I wake up, I hear giggling and voices.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” It is Yeonha’s voice all too excited for her own good.
“No! HAahaaha~!” It is Evandel’s voice in futile protest.
My neck is still hurting, but thankfully, it remains intact. I realize I am lying on the floor. I lift myself up and see Yeonha and Evandel playing around. “Did I sleep here? How?”
At least, I am sleeping on the floor. That means I did not violate any bedside manners by sharing a bed with Yeonha. If I did, there is at least Evandel to serve as a buffer. “Good morning.” I greet them.
Yeonha sends me a ferocious look, feeling literal chills down my spine. “Why? Did I do something wrong?” I gulp at the invisible threat. What did I do wrong?
“Dada~! Help!” Evandel cries to me.
Too bad, I am the Savant of Sloth and not the Savior of Sloth. I like the alliteration, but I prefer the former. Anyway, as a Savant, I am too smart to choose to help her now.
“Help?” I feign innocent curiosity. “From what?”
Evandel looks at Yeonha, and then at me as if gesturing to me from whom should I save her. I act indifferently knowing better not to fight a battle that I cannot win.
“H-help?” Evandel is sniffling, no longer laughing as Yeonha stops from tickling her. Little tears threaten to pour out from the little girl’s eyes.
I stand up.
“One more step, and I will crush your throat,” Yeonha tells me with a cruel smile. The threat is real. I freeze in my tracks. I audibly gulp. “I… I am sorry, Evandel, I am scared.” I confess to the little girl.
“Hik~!” Evandel is trying her best to suppress her crying.
“What day is it today?” I ask Yeonha as a bane attempt to steer the mood from a different direction.
“It is Sunday. Hajin told me to tell you that he will take care of phase 2.” Yeonha shortly replies.
Hajin? Does he know that I am here? Is it he who placed me here? What the fuck? Is the dude scheming against me? Before I can delve into my suspicions further, I hear Evandel cry.
“Awa~ awa~ Awwww!” Evandel throws a tantrum, but Yeonha is undeterred. “I don’t want to bathe!” Evandel protests.
Yeonha looks at me, and reasons. “She hasn’t cleaned herself yesterday. I allowed her to skip bath time only that one time. But now, it all ends today.”
It is as if she is telling me there is nothing fishy happening at all. ‘This is not child abuse! This brat is just so bratty sometimes!’
I watch the duo go away. I idly spend my time browsing on my smart watch. I message Nayun.
~
Hyung: Yo~ good morning!
Nayun: WHAT!?
Hyung: Hey, I am greeting you with good vibes here.
Nayun: Sorry, your name annoys me. What do you want?
Hyung: Can you tell me about Evandel? It is weird. I don’t remember her being such a crybaby from TNE. But heck, it is so funny. You should have seen her cry mercy for Yeonha. Ha ha ha~ Lol!
Nayun: Really? I am not really sure, because I am not with Evandel 24/7, you know? But I get the impression she isn’t really a crybaby. She is just like Rachel. Good heart, and is always well-behaved.
Hyung: Yeah, future Hajin really chose well whose blood to use as a base. Imagine if it is you. Heh~! (Smug look emoji!)
Nayun: I want to kill you so bad. (Murderous knife gif.). But I hate that you are right.
Hyung: Yeah, I am sooo right. Being a crybaby isn’t really the problem. If someday, you’ll have a spawn, I can only imagine the chaos they will cause. We will have ourselves a demanding house wrecker by then. God bless us all.
Nayun: I really want to kill you now.
Hyung: So, when are you going to make babies with Hajin?
Nayun: This fucker! How about you, when are you going to make babies with Yeonha?
Hyung: Nah~ you go make babies with Yeonha!
Nayun: Stop with this baby-making nonsense!! What the hell do you want?
Hyung: To troll you to death. Lol. Lol. Lol.
~
After my last message, Nayun stopped replying from my message. It is a miracle she hasn’t blocked me yet. I take pleasure in knowing I just floored her. Ah~ the power of words is absurd.
I smell something nice in the air. It smells yummy, and sounds deliciously sizzling… I see the Death Knight in an apron doing its serious best to prepare breakfast in the kitchen proper.
“…”
I am speechless.
I look around and realize Yeonha’s containment area has a touch of home. All contained in one place are a living room, bedroom, and kitchen. There are furniture, bookshelves, and a lot of everyday indoor stuff. There is even a TV which is not here on my last visit.
I approach the kitchen and see what I can do. I grab plates, placemats, and utensils to the table. I see the Death Knight cooking some eggs sunny-side up. The Death Knight sure has some skills. He is working on two frying pans. On the right are the eggs, and on his left are the pancakes.
I hear a ‘ding’ and see the toaster is done heating up a couple of loaf breads. The Death Knight proceeds to get the toast, the pancakes, and the eggs and place them on the plates I prepared.
“Hey,” I call to the Death Knight. “You forgot something.”
The Death Knight tilts its head in confusion. “What is it?” He seems to say.
“Where is mine?” I point to the empty plate. “Come on man, I want to eat too!” The Death Knight returns to the kitchen and cooks up my share. Awesome.
A Death Knight with cooking skills. Now, that is OP. If the Death Knight can learn more skills, then how awesome will it be? I sit on the chair adjacent to the empty plate.
I feel bad for myself. I don’t know how to cook (too lazy to learn), and now I am feeling peckish. I usually skip lunch and eat at the cafeteria. I stand and sleuth around the kitchen. I see a ridiculous stash of cup noodles. “Yeonha… you are crazy! This is too many cup noodles! They are all different flavors too.”
I grab beef-flavored cup noodles and cook them up in a jiffy. I return to my seat, with my steaming hot cup noodles. “Hot,” I carefully sip the broth.
“You!” I hear Yeonha’s angry voice. “Why did you touch my stash?” She indignantly complains. This time, my share of pancakes, toast, and eggs has arrived. “Uum… Why? Can I not eat?”
On a Sunday unlike Hajin, Evandel wakes up with a startle. “Heavy,” She thinks. When she looks to her right, she sees the familiar Yeonha, her arm hugging her. When she looks to her left, she sees Hyon sleeping like the dead, his arms crossed into an X. “Aw,” She cries, her smile leaking from her lips.
Evandel picks up Hyon’s arm and puts it over her. Then, she returns to sleep.
***
Yeonha wakes up with little effort, trusting her body clock. When she opens her eyes, she sees an annoying face— brown hair, goofy face, with drool spilling— it is Hyon Hyung. “What the!?”
The first thought that crosses Yeonha’s mind is to eradicate Hyon Hyung from existence, but that is too much even for her. Only this time, she chooses to retreat. “I want a shower…” She decides on her next course of action.
However, she cannot.
Evandel who is sleeping between her and Hyon is gripping hard on her arm. The little girl’s eyes remain closed, while she takes hold of Yeonha’s arm connecting to Hyon.
Even the slight touch from Hyon makes Yeonha squirm. “Childish,” Yeonha puts more pressure on her arm, which Evandel is fighting back with everything she has. The little girl is even using a little bit of magic power augmentation which she recently learned from Yeonha.
“I know that you are awake. I see you wriggling.” Yeonha softly whispers to the little girl.
Evandel stops moving.
“I can see you putting more force, and squinting your already closed eyes,” Yeonha adds.
Evandel starts playing dead.
Yeonha grins at the little girl’s antics. Evandel is such a little girl, and wanting a family for her is only natural. Maybe this is why she sees Hyon Hyung as her father figure.
Hyon makes sure to spend at least an hour a day visiting Evandel. He is adamant about following this routine, claiming that Evandel is now his responsibility.
“Maybe, she also sees me as a mother figure…” Yeonha ponders on this thought. Her eyes land on Hyon Hyung. “Then that makes him my husband, and I am his wife.”
Blushing, Yeonha, chastises herself. “No. No. That’s impossible. My standards are too high for someone like him.”
Yeonha kicks Hyon from the side with restrained average human strength. Hyon is kicked out of bed. After that, Yeonha proceeds to take Evandel under her arms. “How dare you play tricks?”
Evandel remains unmoving, dedicating herself to playing dead, but the quivering of her closed eyelids is a telltale of her inner turmoil.
“I will punish you.” Yeonha tickles Evandel from the neck and the sides.
Evandel cries in defeat, ending her sleep pretend. “N-no~! No! AWww~!”
***
I just had a nightmare where Cheok Jungyeon kicked me from the side. It feels very real.
When I wake up, I hear giggling and voices.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” It is Yeonha’s voice all too excited for her own good.
“No! HAahaaha~!” It is Evandel’s voice in futile protest.
My neck is still hurting, but thankfully, it remains intact. I realize I am lying on the floor. I lift myself up and see Yeonha and Evandel playing around. “Did I sleep here? How?”
At least, I am sleeping on the floor. That means I did not violate any bedside manners by sharing a bed with Yeonha. If I did, there is at least Evandel to serve as a buffer. “Good morning.” I greet them.
Yeonha sends me a ferocious look, feeling literal chills down my spine. “Why? Did I do something wrong?” I gulp at the invisible threat. What did I do wrong?
“Dada~! Help!” Evandel cries to me.
Too bad, I am the Savant of Sloth and not the Savior of Sloth. I like the alliteration, but I prefer the former. Anyway, as a Savant, I am too smart to choose to help her now.
“Help?” I feign innocent curiosity. “From what?”
Evandel looks at Yeonha, and then at me as if gesturing to me from whom should I save her. I act indifferently knowing better not to fight a battle that I cannot win.
“H-help?” Evandel is sniffling, no longer laughing as Yeonha stops from tickling her. Little tears threaten to pour out from the little girl’s eyes.
I stand up.
“One more step, and I will crush your throat,” Yeonha tells me with a cruel smile. The threat is real. I freeze in my tracks. I audibly gulp. “I… I am sorry, Evandel, I am scared.” I confess to the little girl.
“Hik~!” Evandel is trying her best to suppress her crying.
“What day is it today?” I ask Yeonha as a bane attempt to steer the mood from a different direction.
“It is Sunday. Hajin told me to tell you that he will take care of phase 2.” Yeonha shortly replies.
Hajin? Does he know that I am here? Is it he who placed me here? What the fuck? Is the dude scheming against me? Before I can delve into my suspicions further, I hear Evandel cry.
“Awa~ awa~ Awwww!” Evandel throws a tantrum, but Yeonha is undeterred. “I don’t want to bathe!” Evandel protests.
Yeonha looks at me, and reasons. “She hasn’t cleaned herself yesterday. I allowed her to skip bath time only that one time. But now, it all ends today.”
It is as if she is telling me there is nothing fishy happening at all. ‘This is not child abuse! This brat is just so bratty sometimes!’
I watch the duo go away. I idly spend my time browsing on my smart watch. I message Nayun.
~
Hyung: Yo~ good morning!
Nayun: WHAT!?
Hyung: Hey, I am greeting you with good vibes here.
Nayun: Sorry, your name annoys me. What do you want?
Hyung: Can you tell me about Evandel? It is weird. I don’t remember her being such a crybaby from TNE. But heck, it is so funny. You should have seen her cry mercy for Yeonha. Ha ha ha~ Lol!
Nayun: Really? I am not really sure, because I am not with Evandel 24/7, you know? But I get the impression she isn’t really a crybaby. She is just like Rachel. Good heart, and is always well-behaved.
Hyung: Yeah, future Hajin really chose well whose blood to use as a base. Imagine if it is you. Heh~! (Smug look emoji!)
Nayun: I want to kill you so bad. (Murderous knife gif.). But I hate that you are right.
Hyung: Yeah, I am sooo right. Being a crybaby isn’t really the problem. If someday, you’ll have a spawn, I can only imagine the chaos they will cause. We will have ourselves a demanding house wrecker by then. God bless us all.
Nayun: I really want to kill you now.
Hyung: So, when are you going to make babies with Hajin?
Nayun: This fucker! How about you, when are you going to make babies with Yeonha?
Hyung: Nah~ you go make babies with Yeonha!
Nayun: Stop with this baby-making nonsense!! What the hell do you want?
Hyung: To troll you to death. Lol. Lol. Lol.
~
After my last message, Nayun stopped replying from my message. It is a miracle she hasn’t blocked me yet. I take pleasure in knowing I just floored her. Ah~ the power of words is absurd.
I smell something nice in the air. It smells yummy, and sounds deliciously sizzling… I see the Death Knight in an apron doing its serious best to prepare breakfast in the kitchen proper.
“…”
I am speechless.
I look around and realize Yeonha’s containment area has a touch of home. All contained in one place are a living room, bedroom, and kitchen. There are furniture, bookshelves, and a lot of everyday indoor stuff. There is even a TV which is not here on my last visit.
I approach the kitchen and see what I can do. I grab plates, placemats, and utensils to the table. I see the Death Knight cooking some eggs sunny-side up. The Death Knight sure has some skills. He is working on two frying pans. On the right are the eggs, and on his left are the pancakes.
I hear a ‘ding’ and see the toaster is done heating up a couple of loaf breads. The Death Knight proceeds to get the toast, the pancakes, and the eggs and place them on the plates I prepared.
“Hey,” I call to the Death Knight. “You forgot something.”
The Death Knight tilts its head in confusion. “What is it?” He seems to say.
“Where is mine?” I point to the empty plate. “Come on man, I want to eat too!” The Death Knight returns to the kitchen and cooks up my share. Awesome.
A Death Knight with cooking skills. Now, that is OP. If the Death Knight can learn more skills, then how awesome will it be? I sit on the chair adjacent to the empty plate.
I feel bad for myself. I don’t know how to cook (too lazy to learn), and now I am feeling peckish. I usually skip lunch and eat at the cafeteria. I stand and sleuth around the kitchen. I see a ridiculous stash of cup noodles. “Yeonha… you are crazy! This is too many cup noodles! They are all different flavors too.”
I grab beef-flavored cup noodles and cook them up in a jiffy. I return to my seat, with my steaming hot cup noodles. “Hot,” I carefully sip the broth.
“You!” I hear Yeonha’s angry voice. “Why did you touch my stash?” She indignantly complains. This time, my share of pancakes, toast, and eggs has arrived. “Uum… Why? Can I not eat?”
