The Guide is Actually a Body-Switching Esper [BL]-Chapter 249: Breakfast Issues

Some say that after a stormy night comes a peaceful morning.

Well, they are wrong. What came in the morning... was yet another storm. A quiet, mostly brewing under the surface, and only breaking through in scoffs and dirty looks, but the tension in the air was palpable, from the very moment Damien opened the bedroom door again.

Clara was already up. She probably didn’t sleep much, if at all, but as a high-ranking Esper, she could easily handle that much. As to why she didn’t sleep? No real reason, other than her stubbornness and desire to spy on Lane. Because her sleep couldn’t have been disturbed by anything - Lane and Damien behaved, and they went properly to sleep. Cuddling in one bed, but nothing else.

It was just that she wanted to observe everything Lane did and didn’t do, so that she could criticize him for it. That must have been it, because as soon as Damien walked out and went to the kitchen, her eyes immediately narrowed, focusing on Lane, who was still lazing around on the bed, hugging a pillow as a temporary boyfriend replacement.

"You’re making breakfast?" she asked Damien, the tone of her voice sharp.

"Yes, do you want to eat with us?"

"...Us?" Clara moved her gaze back to her brother.

"Lane and I... This is?" Damien paused, picking up the box of cereal that was abandoned on the counter.

"That so-called boyfriend of yours brought it last night," Clara scoffed. "For himself for breakfast, I assume. There’s also milk in the fridge."

The corners of Damien’s mouth lifted in a slight smile, but he shook his head. "This won’t do," he muttered, and put the cereal in the cupboard. It was one of the sugary brands (as expected of Lane), fruit loops with marshmallows. More like a sweet treat rather than a proper breakfast.

"Why not? He brought it, so let him eat it!"

Naturally, Damien had no intention of stopping Lane from enjoying whatever snack he wanted, but...

"Lane?" he called out. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Hmmm... Whatever you make..." Lane muttered to the pillow, his voice barely audible, but as high-rankers, both Clara and Damien could hear him well.

Damien only nodded his head in response, and took out some eggs and vegetables from the fridge to make omelets.

Clara, on the other hand... "Whatever you make?" she repeated with a scoff. "Why can’t he make anything himself?"

"Lane doesn’t cook."

"Doesn’t? Or can’t?"

Damien paused for a moment, thinking. "Probably both."

Clara didn’t know what was more shocking, the fact that a grown-up man could be so incompetent, or that her brother was so casual about it, as if that was the most normal thing in the world! She stormed out of the kitchen, and barged into the master bedroom.

"Damien has to go to work soon," she said, standing next to the bed with her hands resting on her hips.

To which Lane only muttered, without sparing her even a glance, "Mn, I know. So you should stop bothering him and just go home..."

"Damien. Has. Work," she repeated again, uttering every word through clenched teeth. "He’s busy!"

"I know?"

"So why don’t you take care of the breakfast instead?!"

"Hmm." Lane finally deigned to lift himself up from the bed, ruffling his soft, pink hair. "I can, of course, if Damien wants me to."

"...Huh?" That was not the reaction Clara had expected. She quickly recovered from her surprise, though, and said, "Then do it now." frёewebnoѵēl.com

She was quite curious to see if Lane would really do it, or was just words.

And Lane... Lane looked around, before realizing that his spatial bag, with his phone, was still upstairs. So, he yawned, and dragged himself off the bed. "Just a sec," he said... And left through the balcony, leaving Clara shocked and confused.

He reappeared a minute or two later, with the phone in his hand. "Alright, so what would you like to eat?" he asked, as he scrolled through a food delivery app...

"Wait." Clara furrowed her brows. "Are you going to... order the food?"

"Well, yeah? You asked me to take care of it, no?" Lane quirked his brows, looking at her as if she were dumb.

"That’s... not what I meant!"

"Then what else do you want me to do? It’d be hard to hire a chef now, Damien has to head out soon, no one would be able to arrive quickly enough!"

"There’s no need for that," Damien interrupted their argument, putting the plates with freshly made food on the table. "Breakfast is ready now."

"Well, there you have it," Lane shrugged his shoulders, flashing Clara a wide grin, and plopped down by the table. "I can get one in the future though, if you want?" he said, turning to Damien. "A private chef, I mean."

"No need," Damien only shook his head in response. "I like to cook."

They all sat down for breakfast, Clara still with her eyes bulging out, completely dumbfounded by the situation she found herself in - or the relationship her brother found himself in. She was so taken aback, that she remained silent through the whole meal, unable to organize her thoughts into coherent sentences.

Only when they were done eating, and Damien started getting ready to leave for work, did she manage to recover her speech a bit.

"So," she turned to Lane. "That ride you offered me last night. Is it still valid?"

Displeased by the question, Lane scrunched his face. "...What? It’s morning already."

"I know."

"So what do you need a ride for?"

"I need to go home."

"That’s what the public transport is for!"

"Do you even know what it is?" Clara scoffed.

"I’ve heard some rumors."

"..." Clara just stared at Lane blankly. But she wouldn’t give up so easily. "Then I’ll guess I’ll just stick around for one more night."

"...Don’t you have your own life?"

Clara’s lips twisted in a smug smile. "I do, and my brother is a part of it."

For a moment, Lane just stood in silence. Then, he turned back on his heels, and walked into the bedroom where Damien was putting on his uniform. "Damien, would you be very angry if I threw your sister out of the window?"