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the room breezed slowly, a chilling sensation. the type that makes you realised youre tired or such, but neither boys felt that way, immersed in their own things.
'hanging out' got boring when both couldnt win a single round together. they shouldve brought deep or mechabot to assist them.. a honest mistake on their end. they hadnt even considered.
"pian!"
aloud a feminine voice, elegant but somewhat dull. amato didnt think much of it. it was only pian's mother.
besides, most of the time, it has nothing to do with amato anyways but more with pian. in an obvious sense, amato isnt related to her.
whilst amato remain unfazed, pian seemed rather giddy, "she's finally back!" he glees before sounding more deflated, "amato, did you even hear me?"
"of course i do, babe" came the much distracted response, "its cool she's back and stuff"
pian's mother had recently travelled to france, taking up almost a month of solo venture. amato wouldnt have the courage to travel alone like she does though. he prefers company.
"amato.."
at that pitiful cry of his name, amato shuts his phone finally, looking at the upset pian. "i dont mean it the wrong way, it really is cool she finally came home." he reasons gently, trying to both make eye contact and curve a warm smile.
pian sighs in almost defeat, "im sorry.. im so—"
another call from downstairs alerts them, pian stares at the door as if intan's physique stood there instead of the floor under. "be right back." pian says, ambling out.
amato flops back on pian's mattress, that he so deliberately use as if it belonged to himself instead, not that pian truly minded. he was always too sweet.
unlike his "fathers" of course, who belittle and doubt amato to the absolute fulliest. pian however, being the petite endearing boy he is doesnt experience such cruelty. mayor andy actually smiles with him.
if assaulting adults was legal, amato wouldve done it literally, with his teacher spared of course. tok sah is too cool and could definitely counter amato's attack with ease. huge ego risk.
either way, its not the best thing he should do— considering the fact hes staying at one of their houses and is actively laundering their money.
well, is it really laundering if the son offers everytime? amato doesnt think so.
"guess what she got!" pian beams suddenly, slaming the door wide open.
amato raised a singular brow, "what is it?"
despite amato not answering the question, pian remained ecstatic as he whips up a fancy bag. "this!" he smiles, a wide joyous grin. amato doesnt recall seeing such an expressive face, what did his mum get?
"its freaking mon amour est à toi!"
""mon amour n'est-what now?" amato asks, keeping his eyebrow raised. "its a clothing brand in france, like a superr expensive brand!" pian pipes, still so very giddy.
"you? considering this expensive? is it like in the hundreds or what sweetheart.."
"1000 and higher a pop but its like really reaaally cool!" amato's jaw dropped. "1000 MINIMUM?" he shrieked in shock. pian merely nods. "and theres one for you too!"
amato fainted.
not literally.
"WHY WOULD SHE GET ONE FOR ME??" came another deafening shriek, pian smiles. "because we're a family of course!" he says as he pulls the clothes out.
amato deflates.
the design was absolutely horrendous. a pitiful mix of blue and thrown up green on probably pricy wool astonished him badly. "do you like it?" the blond entreat, amato never hesitates more than he did
"its beautiful.." he croaked painfully, grasping the sweater. "stunning."
"perfect because mum bought me one too, we can match!" amato nods at the statement, knowing well enough he wouldnt wear it even privately.
he gazes at the sweater hes now gripping, its fucking hideous.
.
.
"amato is in the garage, pian dear. ill go wake him up for you-"
"no need! ill wake him up, i dont want to burden you" amato's mother smiles, "you always been so kind" she says adoringly before heading towards the kitchen she originally occupied.
pian's excitement still somewhat lingered, he was wearing the sweater his mum bought.
he thinks aboput the nicknames amato gave him over the course of this year. it was sudden sure, pian still has remnants from blushing the first time. somehow.
he thinks of returning the favor. so when he slams the garage door an easy, "good morning sayang!" escaped him.
"did you already wash the sweater? we should totally match at the new bakery!!" pian suggested, skipping in. curiousity envelopes him however when there was no response, amato was daintly sleeping. pian sighs.
"amato wake up!" pian chuckles, patting amato's back lamely. "we're going to the bakery remember?" however no response grace him, pian felt annoyance distrub his joy.
its fine, he told himself. amato was always tougher to wake up, probably drew his inventive ideas to sleep judging by the pen and paper hes laying on. it would be endearing if it wasnt also infuriating.
whether it was good intentions or not, pian did try to be somewhat helpful by putting the pencil back in its case and getting rid of some crumpled up papers-
oh.
thats..strange.
the trash can had the sweater firmly shoved inside. pian deflates drastically, he wouldnt right?
but the odds werent in his utmost favor as he picks the sweater from its prison. it was dusted with specks of sharpenings and other litter.
amato wouldnt..
but he definitely would.
the proof was in his grasp after all. pian really couldnt help the tears that trickle him, it hurried like a malaysian flood. dirty with germs, much like people, much like pian.
thats probably why amato didnt accept it. it was too impure for his perfection, even so why didnt he say something? anything?
pian was stren on walking out after that, leave the bakery date unmet. but he froze at a yawn, an innocently malicious yawn.
"babe.. is that you?" pian never felt more disgusted at a nickname. one he so much so admired was tainted with unkind reminders.
"did you really think i wouldnt find out?" with that, the blond left. heartached.