Words Worth Their Weight

"What's the meaning of this?" Cain glares at Orion as I peered over my shoulder in his direction from atop my seat on the latter's lap, the distict scent of hot chocolate wafting in the air reminding me of the fact that he had gone to prepare us drinks.

"You got a bone to pick? Can't believe you're so quick to throw a tantrum. I even let the two of you enjoy an outing while looking after the place for the whole day. I'm at least entitled to spend some time with my boo! Do you know how long it took for the movers to bring in the furnitures and boxes you have? Majority is yours, you know?" Orion pouts as I feel him snuggling his face against my back, perhaps grouchy from having to deal with the transporters and items after they had left.