(Arata)
We were to leave for Angel City the next day. So, once Karsten had gone to sleep in my room after eating me up like a starved possessed being, I put on my nightgown and smiled at his hulking presence—it made my bed appear small.
Covering him with my blanket, I affectionately kissed his hair. He leaned into my touch, even in his sleep.
Wholeheartedly I smiled at this muscle of a man with all his flaws who had stolen my heart and refused to return it.
Quietly closing the door behind me, I sneaked downstairs to find Baba.
He was sitting near the fireplace with a book in his hand and a whole plate of chocolate chip cookies on the table in front of him.
He and his sweet tooth which I had inherited as well. Engrossed in reading he didn't realise me sneaking up to him from the back and putting my arms around him.
"Arata Chan!" He softly said, gently placing his hand on my arm.
"You are still awake?" I asked, rounding his shoulder to face him.
