A quirk of a pale brow.
โYou appeared before me, Goddess. But since this meeting wasnโt foretold, I guess the question isnโt one you could answer either.โ
@YoungestCharis โDonโt know where you heard I was a hero, but I think they misled you, blondie.โ Nero added with a soft tut and a turn of his head.
โAnywayโฆ What business do you have with me?โ He requested, cutting straight to the point.
@YoungestCharis Uncrossing his arms from before his chest, Nero quirked a pale brow at her and accidentally allowed his eyes to flicker over her form once more as if expecting something to have changed.
"A goddess, huh?" He commented, letting icy eyes wander back to her face. +
@YoungestCharis His eyelashes flutter followed by his eyes narrowing on her image. Strange, she's... Unfamiliar.
"And you're supposed to be...?" He quizzes, gesturing toward her with a motion of his hand.
Choosing to ignore her, Nero instead focused on cracking two eggs and minding his work in the kitchen. As much as he wanted to get her back, he also didn't want to set his place on fire or make something completely inedible.
โDonโt make that face at me.โ He said while retrieving the ingredients from the fridge and the cupboard.
He wasnโt as angry as he had been earlier, so he wasnโt as likely to yell or close off.
"Of course I know how to cook, I'm just not GOOD at it." He said back in a sharp tone.
"Besides, I think you deserve burnt food after being a BRAT." Nero added, flicking her in the forehead with his forefinger.
Nero squished his lips to one side and tapped his foot in contemplation.
"Depends. I have stale cereal and I have... Eggs and bacon." Nero said, knowing good and well he was more likely to burn down the place than to actually successfully cook those ingredients.
While she was recovering from her laughter fit, Nero was rummaging around for an idea of what to make for breakfast. Lord knows he was an awful cook, but he did need to eat.
Thoroughly irritated and bitter, Nero finished changing and slammed his closet door closed. abandoning her in his bedroom, he walked out into his little kitchen to make himself something to eat.
"It's not that funny!" Cue him rolling his eyes and his blush intensifying at the though of him being 'adorable'. Nero, being easy to fluster and embarrass was in hell here with her girlishly giggling at his expense.
"God you're childish, would you shut up?" Nero snapped again, stripping off his black t-shirt to get dressed for the day. Dropping the shirt to the floor, he quickly tugged its replacement on.
When she laughed at him and reminded him that he was cuddling her throughout the night, Nero's face burned a pink shade. Lobbing a pillow at her, he stomped across his bedroom toward his closet.
"Shut up!" He snapped.
Nero sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, looking at her crouched by the other side of the bed.
"Just... Wake me up next time." Nero decided to let it go instead of ripping into her. Wait... Next time? There SHOULDN'T be a next time.
"You couldn't wake me up or turn on the TV?" Nero huffs, pressing his palm against his forehead while shaking his head.
"You don't just crawl into a guy's bed." His words were almost scolding in nature.
"Why were you in my bed?" Nero interrogated her, completely ignoring her complaints about sleeping. He didn't care that he interrupted her sleep, he was more bothered by waking with her in his arms.
Shaking his head, Nero toyed with the end of his jacket's sleeve while watching her stretch.
"I think I got it." Nero said, turning on his heel to walk in the direction he had been told to go.