C.A.R.D. [4]

(Malory)

“Ah, look who’s returned,” Grey says, sitting on the living room couch, with his feet crossed over on the coffee table.

“I’m in the mood for some hot chocolate,” I say, “Do you want some, Grey?”

He dramatically turns towards me, offended.

“When have I ever refused sustenance?”

There's only silence - save for the sounds of three ceramic mugs being lined on the kitchen counter.

Kyle is sitting beside them, shoving his hands back into his pockets and tapping his feet on the floor.

Why is he so tall?

The water is boiling and suddenly Kyle stops fidgeting; he looks down.

“Mal,” he says.

“Mhm?”

Without another word, he takes my hand, pulls me towards him, and dumps it into his coat pocket.

“Hey! What the hell,” I say.

“Just feel for the box, Lloyd,” he tells me.

“The wha- oh, there’s a box in here?” my curiosity peaks as i take it out.