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Dinner

Blue-back fishes

10 Keburukan Makan Sardin Dalam Tin dan Alternatif

The training had ended, for now at least. Constantin and Armand, both still in their fencing suits, sat in the garden, leaning against the trunk of an old apple tree, enjoying a brief respite from the heat in the shadows. Armand, always the more prudent of the two, had brought a canteen filled with water with him, now sharing it with his cousin. He watched the Adam’s apple bobbing on Constantin’s throat as he gulped down the drink with reckless abandon, not caring that some of the droplets dripped down his chin. Some things never changed, even if the time moved forward, making Constantin’s features sharper and his chest broader. He’d be sixteen soon, almost an adult.

“Ah! That’s what I needed!” Constantin turned to him with a radiant smile, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, and gave him back the canteen. Noticing its diminished weight, Armand shook it. Filled maybe to the one fifth.  Of course , he sighed inwardly. Some things really never changed. Like the fact that he could never get mad at Constantin, not really. It would feel too much like kicking a puppy.

Resigning himself to the leftovers, Armand drank. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Constantin stretching his long legs and entwining his hands under his head, a rare look of pensiveness on his face.

“Armand… Have you ever kissed anyone?” he asked out of the blue, almost making his cousin choke.