I'm going to do a more serious/sweet one but while trying to write Es-Fuuta sibling dynamic this happened adsfdsf
Es squinted around the scene of the crime. Amane was sitting closest to ground zero: the plate that used to hold Es’ breakfast. Mikoto was at the stove cooking eggs. Fuuta was getting a drink over at the counter. Mahiru sat on the other side of Amane, enjoying some tea. She was the first to notice their expression.
“Is everything alright, Warden?”
They drew themselves up, glad their uniform heels gave them a bit of extra height. “Do you know where my pastry went?”
“Ah, I had one ready for everyone! I left one out for you near the toaster~”
“Yes, and I put it on the table. Now it’s gone.” They gestured to the empty plate. Mikoto glanced over. “I was looking forward to it.”
It was an understatement. Mahiru had baked them the night before, and Es had thought about the treat the entirety of the night, and all of the morning. Their stomach grumbled, as if agreeing.
Mahiru shook her head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see anyone move it,” she said.
“Neither have I,” Amane said.
“I don’t know where it went,” Mikoto said.
Fuuta shrugged.
Es squinted at him. He still stood with his back turned, fumbling with his drink. “Fuuta?”
There was no ‘I didn’t take your fucking pastry!’, no ‘what the hell are you blaming me for?’, no ‘how dare you?’ He just shrugged again, more exaggerated.
Es moved around the table. “Fuuta…”
He hurried to turn his body away from them. In doing so, he revealed himself to the others. Mahiru gasped.
“You ate it!”
Finally he spoke, his voice desperate through the mouthful of food. “I didn’t know!”
But Es was ready to take down the criminal.
“You ate it??” They grabbed him from behind, preventing his escape.
“Hey,” came Fuuta’s muddled words, “get off!”
They weren’t really sure what their next move was – it wasn’t like he could give the pasty back. Still, they clung tight. Fuuta tried to shrug them off, but Es would show him they weren't some weak kid he could mess with.
“You think you can just go around stealing my breakfast with no consequences?” They yanked him back, throwing him off balance.
He did his best to stand his ground “I told you –” he swallowed, erasing all evidence of the awful deed, “– I didn’t even know it was yours!”
“Ha! A convenient excuse!”
The two struggled back and forth. The others looked on with a mix of unease and amusement. They decided not to intervene. Fuuta managed to gain a moment of freedom, only for Es to use the momentum to take them both to the ground.
They lay sprawled, still arguing about the bygone breakfast, when Jackalope hopped into the kitchen. He stared the two right in the eye.
“A-ah. Jackalope.” Es scrambled to their feet. They coughed. “My apologies. I was simply… delivering some justice.”
Fuuta stood as well, brushing himself off. “Some justice! This was as shoddy as your usual warden duties…”
They glared at one another.
The rabbit just stared.
Es bowed their head, their expression calming down. “My apologies. I may have gotten a bit carried away.” Jackalope started hopping away. Es moved to follow him, muttering, “Fuuta was the one who started it, though.”
“Like hell I did!”
“The pastry didn’t eat itself, now did it?”
“I didn’t just fucking fall to the ground myself, did I?”
“I’ve seen you do it before…”
“I swear, I’m gonna…!”
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