Chapter 13 Terribly Bored
After almost a month in Sin’s care, Cecil had discovered something—boredom was a terrible thing. It was something he hadn’t needed to worry about before now. As between avoiding his father, the beatings, living on the streets, and hustling, he hadn’t really had time to be bored.
Now, however, Cecil was bored—bored as all hell.
It was nearing the end of November, so the winter solstice was coming.
Celebrating it had never been a thing for him.
He’d been more concerned about the cold weather that came with it.
Apparently, there would be a party, but that was two weeks away, and he had nothing to do.
And it would still be another month and a half before he went back to school. Sin had signed him up at some fancy secondary high school, that he, for some reason, kept forgetting the name of.
Cecil was happy to be going back. He supposed he was a bit weird for thinking that, but after graduating early from high school last October, he had been resigned to the fact that his education had come to an end.
Because—big surprise—if he was still living on the streets, Cecil wouldn’t have had the money to go. And while most went to secondary high school, technically, it was only mandatory through to twelfth grade.
So, Cecil was happy, but at the moment, he was super fucking bored. So bored that he willingly ventured into the rec room. Which is where he had been for the last thirty minutes. But nothing was happening. It was mostly empty!
Benji and Roth were the only other people there besides him. They were both playing some kind of game, but sitting at opposite ends of the room, as far away from each other as possible. Benji’s doing, from what he could tell. The man would scowl fiercely anytime Roth tried to venture closer.
Looking back and forth between the two, a slow, slightly evil grin slid onto Cecil’s face when an idea popped into his head.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he wandered over to Benji. Standing there, hovering over him, Benji noticed him almost instantly.
“Need something?” Benji asked, smiling. “Oh, do you want to play with me? There is a multi-player mode!”
“Not really…I was wondering something…” Cecil trailed off and peered at Roth out of the corner of his eye.
Cecil’s words must have caught Roth’s attention, because the man’s game was paused and he was now looking at them with a knowing smirk.
“Yes?” Benji asked, his eyes bright.
Oh, he was like a puppy, Cecil thought. A big puppy, but a puppy nonetheless—this was going to be easy.
“Well, I was wondering what you liked about Roth?”
The controller fell from Benji’s hand and clattered to the floor. “W-what?” he sputtered.
“I mean, sure, he’s big…oh!” Cecil gasped dramatically, forming an O shape with his mouth. “Is that it? So he’s proportional? Well, I mean, someone that big wouldn’t have a teeny ween—”
His words ended in a yelp when Benji tackled him and slapped both hands over Cecil’s mouth.
Roth burst out laughing. “Yer right about that, lad.”
“What are you saying?” Benji screeched, staring daggers as he sat on top of him.
He appreciated that Benji’s knees were taking the brunt of the weight.
Damn, the man had more muscle than his clothes gave away.
Benji was six foot, and Cecil did weigh, like, nothing, but still.
It felt like he’d been tackled by a brick wall.
He was going to have so many bruises. For some reason, arcadian skin, in its almost translucent glory, bruised easily.
“Oy, Benji, it’s nae nice to pick on someone smaller than ye,” Roth said, suddenly there plucking Benji off of him.
That sent Benji into a fury. “Let go of me, you giant idiot!” he yelled, struggling to break free.
Roth just laughed and put him over his shoulder, much like you would a sack of potatoes. They started arguing back and forth, and Cecil sat up to watch.
Benji was awkwardly yelling at Roth while on top of the man’s shoulder, every so often whacking him on the back. For the most part, Roth just laughed and continued to egg Benji on.
Yep, that was easy, Cecil thought with glee.
“Cecil!” growled a familiar voice.
Busted! Looking in the direction of said voice, Cecil winced when he saw a very angry Sin standing in the doorway. The man’s arms were crossed and a vein was popping on his forehead.
“Come here. Now!” Sin snapped, before yelling, “Enough, you two!”
While Benji and Roth hadn’t heard Sin’s first angry growl, they definitely heard that. Roth set Benji down, and it was once again silent in the room.
Hesitantly, Cecil obeyed Sin’s order and walked over.
“Yes?” Cecil asked innocently.
Sin somehow managed to glare and raise an eyebrow at the same time. “You are coming with me,” the man said coolly, before glancing at the other two. “I better not find you two fighting when we get back.”
Roth and Benji mumbled in agreement.
With that, Sin marched toward the foyer. Cecil followed, because what else could he do?