forum Monsters? These are my children -Ben (o/o with lisapickle)

Started November 05, 2019 by @chickenfrogman group

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Cage’s eyes widen again and he gasps. “WINE! !!!!” He whispers. “Ben’s wine!!!!?”
He quiets down and watches as Ben takes Kissa down the hallway (downstairs) and to the bathroom to wash her small cut.

Silver scrambled off her stool and flapped up to the balcony to physically press Cage's mouth closed with her hand. "Yeeess. Ben gave me wine and Gabriel stole it and drank a whole glass and now he's biting people."

Cage would burst out in laughter if Silvers hand wasn’t over his mouth. He points down the hall towards Violets room. “Humm yummh bhmmn?” He tries to speak.

Silver sighed and let him go. "What? But keep your voice down." she clung to railing but peeked down to check on Gabriel.

“Does Vi know? You’re underage. Can I have some?” He asks, speaking fast. “Do you know what time it is? Did kiss drink any?”

"Cage, shut up!" Silver whispered. "Yes, I'm underage but Ben said neither of us would go to jail for it. No, you can't have some. I don't think Ben will ever let any of us have any anymore ever. Kissa did not have any, she came in after Ben put it away."

He nods while she speaks. “Okay okay. Why were you guys drinking wine?? Where is Gabriel??” He leans over the railing, looking around.

"He offered it to–" Silver whirled around again to check on Gabriel and let out a sigh when she saw he was still behind the fridge. "I thought he was gone. He's just hiding behind the fridge." She said, pointing.

“Oooh.” He raises his eyebrows, attempting to look behind the fridge. “He offered you wine? His wine? Woah. You’re special. The only person who’s ever offered me alcohol was some weirdo on the street.”

"Yeah, he did. I told him I was underage and we'd go to jail, but he said we wouldn't so I tasted it. And then Gabriel stole my glass and drank way too much and now he's even weirder than usual."

Cage nods, “should I help you watch him? Or is Ben gonna do that?”

Ben exits the bathroom right after Kiss, who immediately heads upstairs and to her room without a word.
Ben sighs, sitting on one of the stools and looking to the fridge again.

"Probably not." Silver whispered. "Ben's already tired and irritated. He already told me to go to bed but I don't trust Gabriel at all right now so I stayed."

Cage nods, but it’s interrupted by a yawn. “Okay. If you need me, let me know. I’m going to head to bed though.” He pokes her nose gently, smiling “don’t. Get. Bit!” He whispers in a high pitches voice.

Silver rolled her eyes and gave him a shove toward his bedroom. "Goodnight you twerp." She drifted back down to the kitchen, landing on the counter silently, carefully peering toward the fridge. "Is Kiss okay?" she whispered to Ben.

He nods, taking a sip of his new cup of coffee. “She’s fine. Not hurt physically or anything. It just really scared her.” He sets his coffee down, running a hand through his black curls. “So… what did you eat for dinner? Miki said Kissa cooked?”

Silver settled down cross legged on the counter again. "Mhmm. She made pasta. It was actually really good. She was really insistent on making it and no one else wanted to cook so we let her." She shrugged, her movements more casual but her gaze rarely left the fridge for more than a second or two.

“Ah.” He picks up his coffee and takes another sip. “We had… fancy food. I don’t know, it was Italian and very small.” She shakes his head. “Violet liked it.”

"Italian food sounds nice. Small doesn't. I don't get the whole tiny portion thing. People need enough food to live. But then again, we probably eat like ten times more than normal people." She propped her chin in her hands. "I wonder what it's like to eat at a restaurant."

He purses his lips. “Mm, not much fun. You don’t get to decide the way the food tastes, and there are people.” He takes a sip of coffee, mumbling about hating people. “At home you can make your own food and eat in peace. Yes?”

Silver giggled. "You're such an anti-social control freak chef. Did the fancy Italian food at least pass the taste test? What did you get?

He gives her a small side glare, but doesn’t deny her statement. “I had steak, even though it was the size of a small brownie. It tasted fine. I-“ he cuts his sentence short and glares at the fridge as Gabriel shifts and sits on the floor, wrapping his wings around himself.
“Augh, why is he so creepy.”

Silver cast a glance at Gabriel. "Well at least he's not staring into the void now. How do they even make steaks that small? Do they come from like… miniature cows?"

Ben shrugs, opening his mouth to speak, but his eyes widen and he stands. “I’ll be right back. You stay and watch him, I got something for you.” He pats her on the back before sprinting up the stairs to his room.
Gabriel hisses behind the fridge, running his pale finger across a tile idly.

"What??" Silver squeaked before clamping her hand over her mouth. "For me??" She almost started following him, but stopped on the edge of the counter. "Beeeeeeeeeeen," she sighed, melting down onto the counter until she was laying spread eagle over the entire island. "Ben, I'm gonna die you can't just say that and then run away."

He shushes her when at the top of the steps and returns to come down after a minute or two, holding a bag. He sets it down by her, smiling. “Try it on and tell me what you think.”