A Freeloader

When I walk back into the house, I come to a stumbling stop at the sight of my living room. Enzo was chilling on the couch with every bag of chips I currently own, open and empty or half-empty! My mouth hangs open as I slowly walk into the house with a look of disbelief. He looks like a freaking hobo... it's only been a few hours since we left! 

Kian steps in behind me and shakes his head before walking straight to the kitchen. Enzo does a little wave as he says "I could get used to this. How'd your little witchy dinner go?" I feel my eye twitching as I shut the door and walk away without a word. 

When I walk into the kitchen, I see Kian throwing away an empty ice cream carton and a few cans of soda. I feel my blood pressure rise as my anger threatens to burst out in a violent episode but I keep it all bottled up.