Practice Makes PerfectRyou couldn’t help but laugh. He tried really hard not to, but it caught in his throat, and he’d have choked on it if had he not let it out.Guil-T-Pleasurez
Melvin, however, didn’t find the situation nearly as funny. His expression darkened as he turned away from the Brit.
He immediately brought both hands up to his lips, stifling the next giggle. “Oh bollucks! I-I’m really sorry, Melvin… I didn’t mean to-”
“I tried really hard!” the Egyptian sulked. “I did!”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry! It’s just…” Another snicker escaped him before he could catch it. “Oh Melvin, it’s just that you’re thinking way too hard about this. It really is funny.”
“I don’t think so.” He scowled. “And if it’s so friggin easy, then you try!”
The Brit sighed, sobering up at once. “Very well. But first, a few tips.”
Family ReunionThe meat made a sharp sizzle as it touched the red-hot grill, twisting the Egyptian’s usually iron stomach into one big knot of queasiness. He swallowed hard, staring down at his hands, which held each other tightly for comfort. A trickle of sweat raced down his brow; he dared not wipe it, because that would involve moving. And he was far too busy focusing on trying to calm his racing pulse.Guil-T-Pleasurez
Touru didn’t seem to notice, although that could very well be because he too was avoiding looking at the other man. He concentrated on the burgers, in an attempt to distract himself.
His son, his beloved Ryou. He… He was…!
The blue-haired man shook his head quickly. No! He had to stop dwelling on that. If Ryou was one of them, they must not be so bad. Right?
The deep voice startled Touru from his thoughts. He flinched a little at the hand now on his shoulder, realizing that the man now towered over him. As far as statures go, Ryou’s boy