Frank set the plate of food in front of the black-head, now named Gerard, before going over to his bedroom wall, sliding down it. He stretched his legs out as he raised his coffee mug to his lips.
Gerard looked at the food—a piece of toast, bacon, and a hash brown—as he chewed on his lip. He glanced at Frank before picking up his slice of bacon and taking a bite.
Lowering the cup from his mouth and resting it on his thigh, Frank let out a small laugh. "You're lucky I don't have school today." Gerard didn't bother to raise up his head this time. He had started on his toast. Frank bit his lip. "How come you talked when I was going to sleep?"
"I don't like talking."
Frank furrowed his eyebrows and licked his lips. "Why not?" Not actually expecting a reply to his question, the brunette was surprised when he heard the other's voice.
"I think it's stupid."
Frank studied Gerard, watching as he pushed his plate away, finished. He smacked his lips and extended his wings as if he were stretching.
Frank furrowed his eyebrows. "Stupid?" The other lifted up his head, catching Frank's eye. He nodded before standing up, looking around the room.
"But I don't understand. How's it stupid? And how come you acted dumb when I talked to you before?"
Gerard looked at Frank, licking his lips. He pointed at himself. "Reasons." He dropped back down to the floor, folding his wings up slightly, before extending them again.
Frank shook his head and looked down into his coffee cup. He drummed his fingers against it. Next thing he knew, Gerard was in his face, looking down into the cup, too. His wings acted like a wall, blocking the two of them off from the rest of the world.
"Um, what are you doing?"
His response was Gerard peering into his cup again.
Frank furrowed his brow. "Do you want a drink?" Gerard looked at him, eyes wide. The brunette narrowed his own. "Do you even know what this is?" He shook the cup.
Without waiting for the other's reply, Gerard took the cup and slid off Frank's lap. He flinched, the white wing skimming across his cheek, and making him sneeze.
He turned his head to look at the other, who had both of their hands wrapped around the gray mug. Gerard hunched over, giving his wings the freedom to get comfortable. He looked over at Frank before resting the brim of the cup on his bottom lip. He tilted his head back, letting the lukewarm substance travel down his throat.
Suddenly, he heard a loud spitting sound. Frank turned his head, seeing the black-head wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. His wings beat against the wall behind him.
"Icky! Tastes like chalk!"
Frank stared at Gerard, a smile growing on his face. "It's coffee." He laughed.
The black-head stood up, Frank's coffee cup now abandoned on the floor. He continued to wipe his mouth, his wings still flapping.
Frank wrapped his arm around his stomach, laughing. Despite the gagging sounds coming from Gerard and the laughter from himself, he heard movement outside his door.
His eyes widened as he stood up and hurried over to Gerard. He pressed his palms against his side, pushing him into the bathroom. "Go in there and close the door," he hissed. Gerard looked at him, eyes wide, before he folded his wings a bit and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Before Frank could even reach the middle of his room, his mother entered cautiously. She looked around, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Did you have a bird in here? I heard wings."
Frank pulled his best confused face. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mom."
She shook her head as if she doubted herself. "Well… I'm going to work." And with that, she left the room.
Frank let out a relieved sigh before turning his attention to the bathroom door, but the door was already open, Gerard standing in the doorway.
He raised up a finger to his lips, making a 'shush' noise.
The black-head held up his own finger, smiling behind it.