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The man shrugs, ignoring him. Shifting his focus to his food, he pulls a cabbage leaf from between the slices of bread and chews on that. He looks up to see the annoying boy still glaring at him with crossed arms.

"I'm not obliged to answer your questions." the man says.

"You're eating my food."

"So?" He dares the boy with his eyes. His voice lowers into a bold whisper. "What're you going to do about it?"

Loess takes a chair from his side of the counter, dragging it to the other, where the man stands.

The thing begins very awkwardly. Loess, in his loose PJs, arms stretched pushing the solid chest of a guy who is a head taller than him, trying to get him to sit in the chair. But the statue doesn't budge.

"What are you doing?" The man says, raising an eyebrow at this pathetic boy.

"T-trying to get y-you i-into the chair," he pauses and pants heavily, his hands on his knees as he gasps for breath.

"You could just ask, you know."

"Um, will you sit in the chair?"

"Mmm, no."

"What?!"

The man snorts in response.

"Argh!" He starts punching the taller man in the hard chest. Like punch..punch..punch. One fist after the other, saying the words within the intervals between the hits. "Just sit in the damn chair!... please..."

The man sighs, then sits. Loess, surprised, blinks a few times. "Huh." He eyes the guy suspiciously before kneeling and opening a cabinet to take out a thick rope.

"You're tying me up,"

"...maybe," He faces the man, on one knee and wraps the rope around the sitting guy, who makes no move to stop him.

As Loess ties the ropes in front of him, he watches him struggle. "Can't make a knot?"

"S-shut up."

"Pull on the other one."

Loess hesitated, but obeyed. He chuckled at his earned victory in tying a knot. "Thank- wait, no. I'm supposed to hate you." He mutters the last part to himself, but the man still heard it.

"Okay, back to business." He stands up. "Who are you? What do you want? How do you know me? How did you get in?"

"I'll answer everything, no problem. If you do something for me."

"I think my not calling the police is enough of a condition for you to talk."

"It's not. You willing to hear me out?"

"...fine."

"I want to lodge in here for a while."

"Here? In my house? Are you crazy?"

"So they say, but I think not."

"You are a criminal. Doing that could get me arrested too."

"I won't get you in trouble. I promise."

"And if you do?"

"...Call the CDU. They have the highest chances of being able to imprison me again."

After a moment of pondering, Loess agrees with a small nod. "Fine."