Zephan;
"I don't think we emphasise enough how adorable Elián is," Zethar whispers in Nagarian beside me, and I look up at my brother, who is supposed to be walking beside Elián and not beside me.
"If he's pregnant, I really hope he gets pregnancy fat. I want to see him with really chubby cheeks…" He adds, and I can't help but shove my elbow into his side.
"Shut up!" I snap at him before turning back to look at Elián.
I know he doesn't understand Nagarian, but both of us speaking in a different language in front of him is a bit rude.
I raise a brow when I realise his attention isn't even on Zethar or me. His eyes are glued to the bowl in his hands, and his face is scrunched up.
Zethar is right. The boy is adorable. He insisted on wearing a top, and instead of wearing full pants, he ripped them right above the knee.
