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Ever since Milk and Yam settled down in the kingdom Yam noticed something that was bothersome to him. Everything was smaller than he thought, the height of the ceiling or the shower head, doorways and what Yam would call normal chairs ‘kiddy chairs’. He wasn’t used to being in a house, not to mention having to duck passing under every doorway.
Yam groans in frustration, another day alone in this house, he didn’t know how much he hung out with Milk, till Milk finally got a job being a pediatrician. Yam remembers the joy Milk had on his face, he was finally able to use his tribe’s magic with modern tech, he was excited.
Yet as the weeks passed and Milk went to work Yam wasn’t liking this. The seconds felt like minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, ect. Yam sits down on the kitchen chair, he starts to eat his meal slowly, nothing better to do but to wait for his partner to come back again. He scoops some oatmeal from his bowl and shoves it into his mouth, he glares at Milk's spot on the table to see no one was there. He sighs, he knew he couldn’t do anything about this, he couldn’t just take Milk away from his job, that would be selfish of him, but didn’t stop him from thinking of it. He stirs the oatmeal, watching the oats sink into the thick mush, another sigh again, breakfast wasn’t as fun. He shoves the bowl away and rests his head onto his hand while his free hand traces the wood markings on the table.
‘What’s so good about being a doctor?! I thought he wanted to be a protector’
He scoffs, trying to justify his lonely feelings to only turn to rage.
‘I thought we were good together, why does he need a job?!’
He digs his nails into the table, adding onto the markings.
“Gone, doesn’t even wake me up to say ‘bye’”
He punched the table, the bowl of oatmeal shook as he did, his eyes darted to the bowl to only knock it into the floor. The oats spread across the kitchen floor as it shattered. Sadly his own actions just made him upset, an endless loop he kept putting himself into since Milk’s ‘abandonment’.
He moves his foot into the oatmeal, his boots get coated as he just continues to make a mess. He slides it across the floor. Yam laughs at his so-called ‘art’ he was making.
He kept going, nothing was stopping him, and there was nothing better to do, his boots slid freely before he heard the door open. He jumps out his chair, looking down at the childish mess he made, he couldn’t let Milk see what he did. He kicked the oatmeal into a ‘pile’ but it was clear as day that Yam was playing with his food.
“Yam~! I’m home!” Milk’s keys jingle with every step.
“Uh?!” Yam ran to the doorway, only to feel the revenge of the oatmeal, he slips, his head hits the doorway. He fell limp. This was more embarrassing.
Milk quickly kneels down and goes back to ‘work’ his hand lays on Yam’s head, letting his magic slowly heal. It wasn’t new to Milk, always offering this service every time Yam had a burning headache.
Minutes had passed already, Yam’s eyes slowly opened up.
“There you are!” Milk cheered while he rubbed his head.
“What..?” Yam’s head was spinning
“You fell, but you’re lucky I know how to handle you. Looks like you stepped on oatmeal.” He gave Yam an unsure look.
“I.. I- I DROPPED MY BOWL OF OATMEAL… and kinda stepped on it..”
“You stepped on it, then tripped?” Milk chuckles “Dumbass..” He kisses Yam’s forehead and backs away.
Yam was shocked and fought the kiss. “WHAT?!”
“Nothing nothing” Milk kept a smirk “You poor thing! You need to be more careful around those short doorways…” He snorts
Yam groans, suddenly he enjoys the moments Milk was gone, not really, he was just salty again.