Teisel Bonne was worried. No, he was terrified. It had only been a few minutes, and Glyde is already out of his sights. Where could that arrogant man be? Who knows what that idiot would be doing now?
As Teisel turned around the corner, he heard the pretty boy's voice from behind the door on his right. The leader of the Bonne family stopped dead in his tracks; and tried to open the door. It was locked. Grumbling under his breath, he was about to leave when he heard something that made his blood run cold.
A loud whack was heard from behind the door, followed by a loud groan from Glyde.
"No means no, Glyde! You can't have my buns!" Tron scolded the blonde as if he was one of the servbots. Teisel's jaw dropped to the floor. Did he hear right?
"But, they are so round and soft..."
"No, Glyde! You can't have them!"
"But, they are much better than Teisel's..."
"Teisel's buns aren't as round as yours, or as soft."
Teisel felt his cheeks burn from embarrassment. He did remember Glyde patting his backside for some reason or other. But, that was different. The eldest Bonne sibling can defend himself against that jerk. His baby sister isn't so lucky; and she's quite naive about those things. If Glyde dares to do anything to his little sister, the blonde would wish he had never messed with the Bonnes.
"Glyde, let go of my bre-" Tron's voice shrieked in rage. Like a ferocious and overprotective mother bear, Teisel kicked the door down.
"Unhand my sist...uh?" Teisel's voice died when his brain registered what he saw. The confused Glyde and Tron were by the stove; and Tron was carrying a tray of freshly-baked chocolate buns. Glyde had one of the chocolate buns in his hands.
"I get the message. Here's your bun." Glyde squeaked. The man obviously thought Teisel wanted to attack him just because he wanted one of his sister's pastries; and had almost wet his pants when he saw how angry the stronger pirate was. As the avian pirate walked out of the room, the confused Tron turned her head to glance at her sheepish-looking brother.
"Teisel, I know you were always a fan of my chococlate buns; and threw a fit if someone stole one." Tron sighed in frustration, "But, I never thought you loved them so much that would break the kitchen door down to stop Glyde from doing that."
The Bonne leader was about to open his mouth to explain to his confused sister, but decided againgst it. Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction.