Episode 3

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I own an advertisement agency. Kevin works as my legal advisor and Max is a full-time gamer. We don’t exactly earn salaries so it’s hard to tell who earns higher. All three of us are working adults. Our monthly income combined can easily reach six figures and surpass it.  So, can somebody tell me why my babies are arguing over a carton of milk in a clearance aisle of a supermarket? I facepalm and distance myself from them. Kevin was arguing in his suit with someone who wore a blue hoodie and grey track pants with black crocs.  It was getting heated so I tried to get between them to mediate. I’ve lived with them for a year and I know better than to intervene when they’re fighting. But, in public, I hoped they would at least maintain proper decorum.  “Guys, maybe you should calm down a bit. There’s really no need to argue” “Hun???!! I found the milk first and he snatched it from me! I want to squeeze him and milk out all his blood” Kevin seethed. He has a bigger frame than Max so he was quite intimidating with his threat. “You were too slow. Because of your stupid persistence, you’re delaying May’s dinner!” As you can tell, Max is undaunted. His quick tongue and wit are the reasons he’s so successful as an anchor, aside from his god-level skill. He would never back down. “Okay, I tried my best. I’m going home” You’d think they’d at least turn around by them but nooo. It’s like they exist just to argue with each other. About an hour after I had reached home and cooked dinner already, I was eating when they walked in. They had minor bruises and cuts but they were largely unharmed and they both settled on different ingredients to buy. I only raise an eyebrow at their appearance, my eyes quickly returning to my movie and my food. Their arguments always start out harmless. Little competition on who is the best boyfriend. I’ve tried to settle them for a long time but I’ve come to the conclusion that such fights are best settled by themselves. Such is the fate of a poly relationship like mine.  The chair sinks in on both ends as they settle with plates in their hands. They grimace at the movie I’m watching but watch and eat with me anyway. I shrug and continue eating. “Are you mad?” Max asks pitifully. Too bad, his puppy eyes were less effective when my anger has cooled off.  “Not really. I’m used to you too arguing in public already” “I’m sorry. It’s my fault” Kevin said, holding my hand. “No really, it’s fine. I’m not mad. Just don’t do it again” “I won’t. I promise” I’ve already lost count of how many times I’ve been promised this. They kiss my cheeks and continue eating. Kevin prepares dessert and we eat till we’re satisfied. They fell asleep on the couch, falling over each other. It’s extremely cute and heartwarming.  I take a photo and make it my lock screen. I wake them up, lead them to the room to brush their teeth and then we go to bed.  The next morning they’re awake before me and arguing about who to choose my outfit for work. I sigh and roll over, trying to get out of bed before they notice. It’s impossible but I try to. They notice me when my head ungraciously hits the floor and return to arguing. “Well, Good morning to you too” I grumble, slamming the bathroom door.
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