Thread: Young Lust {Crimson and Azuriyuu} (Continued)

Bartiel looked at her when she offered to do the pancakes and omelettes. For a moment he almost protested, but afterwards he nodded. Okay, he said to her as they got to work on the food, humming very softly. He ignored Jasmine swiping a piece of bacon, since he'd made enough for everyone to have some, and in addition to the bacon he was laying out on paper towels to drain, he'd had some bacon which he'd cooked then broken up with his fingers on the side in order to use in the omelettes. Vision blinked as she mentioned that he got dish duty. H-hey! Y-you're double-teaming ME! he exclaimed before pouting, at which Bartiel rolled his eyes. Just get everything ready like the table set for now. I'm sure Papa will help you with the dishes, Vision, he mentioned, which made Vision pout a bit less. So the boy left the kitchen to go to the living area and set up a fold-out table which Bartiel had in the closet, scrrewing in legs and such and generally getting it ready. Bartiel qauietly prepared breakfast, making an almost army-like amount of food before the door was knocked upon. Vision instantly shotup, bouncing, They're here, they're here! before running to the door. Frowning, Bartiel glanced out of the kitchen. Don't make any sudden movements! he shouted, but was ignored when he openned the door and flung himself at his adoptive parents, who caught him. Vision, was all the male voice said, as the female voice lovingly recited I've missed you so much, my child, before the two stepped in. It was no secret that Lowe was the birth father of neither boy, although he did resemble Vision more. At 5'8, he wasn't short per se, but he didn't come anywhere near his elder stepson's height. His hair was blonde, with bright blue eyes, his face set in the softest of smiles which barely broke a neutral gaze, his blood being clearly almost pure aryan german. In a simple pair of grey slacks and a black button-up shirt, he really took to the semi-casual mindset. Lowe was also rather stocky and strong-built, his arms and legs being a magnitude thicker than Bartiel's. It was clear that in his youth it was all muscle, but in his middle ages, some of the muscle had faded, though he was clearly not simply fat now, and he had no gut to show. The short man carried his short son back into the apartment. The woman who stepped in, though...it was clear that she was not Vision's birth mother, and exceedingly clear that she was Bartiel's birth mother. Pale, alabaster skin dotted lightly with freckles. Her hair was both the same sunset color as her son's, but even longer, in a bun which rose up and her hair that cascaded down, all the way to her knee. It was fine and shone lightly, the woman having not much else to do other than take care of her hair. To see her sons, she wore a simple white dress which ended at her knees, moving down to her legs which were covered in nude-colored nylons, and a pair of heels which were only about an inch high. Not that she needed the heels. Not that the heels were nessessary even without them, she stood an inch over her birth son. Bartiel, you shouldn't slave away so much in the kitchen that you can't even greet your mother, she called out. Oh, yeah! One of my friends is over! She was attacked last night so we brought her here and patched her up and since she doesn't have a place... Vision kept rambling on, and Delilah smiled, though said nothing.