Scion's POV
I was frying the fish which Leo had gotten from the river. Piscae, on the other hand, gave me that murderous look while staring at the fish inside the pan. A kind of stare that yields a murder expression.
It must be hurtful for him to watch his sign being tortured with a spoon.
"That's enough, Scion."
A faint grin rose on my cheeks. "I'm cooking, Piscae."
He shook his head, "you're merely torturing them."
This man is a newly added member of the family. He was often distant and cold to us most of the time. That's why I'm trying to make him feel comfortable in our presence.
"It's normal, Pisc."
"It's not. Try to put yourself in their shoes, and let's see how you'll react," Piscae argued.
"Fish ain't wearing no shoes because they don't have feet, though?" I tried to c***k
