four people living together

The broken hair on his forehead helped him press the quilt to his chin, tightened his arms, and closed his eyes together.

There was a salty smell in the air, and Theseus thought it would help him sleep.I really don't know why Percival felt uncomfortable with the smell, but Graves always had more things to do.

Of course, Percival didn't think he was too busy, he thought Theseus was too busy.But Theseus's shit was bearable, and that Sea Folk was a bit unbearable.

Since Theseus and Lemarlock came to live in his old house, Percival felt that his life had been disrupted.

Not only did his previous anniversary with Credence fail, but instead Lemarlock and Theseus endlessly ordered Seby, turning the anniversary into a welcome dinner , and after a series of eating, drinking and lazing, Parcival couldn't proceed normally.

He had planned to let Saibi live in his apartment for a while, first to help him look after the apartment, and second to enjoy the two-person world with Credence better.

But seeing that Theseus and Lemarlock showed signs that they would not leave in the short term, he hastily canceled Saibi's plan and let him stay in the old house first, at least to ensure his normal life.

But just a few days after the two of them stayed for a short time, Percival realized that Haimin's stay would not only cause troubles to his daily arrangements, but would also have a negative impact on Credence.

Theseus usually got up very early, it didn't matter whether he stayed in London or New York.He had washed up before Percival woke up, while Lemarlock was still asleep.

When Percival and Credence sat at the dining table, Theseus had finished his breakfast and went for a walk to read the newspaper, while Lemarlock continued to sleep.

When Theseus returned home after a round trip and went to the Parliament with Percival, Lemaroc was still sound asleep.

Parcival felt puzzled and uncomfortable with such a schedule.

He wasn't saying he needed Lemarlock to do something, but he just felt that the irregularity was going to ruin Credence.

For example, this morning Credence woke up 5 minutes later than usual.

Percival considered himself a tolerant person, but he would allow Credence to wake up half an hour later than usual if he had physical activity the night before.

But they hadn't had any physical activity for a week—not to mention the psychological and physical troubles Percival had caused by hosting the sea people—Credence actually slept an extra 5 minutes.

This is simply incomprehensible.

This is unforgivable.

"Are you sleepy?" Percival wanted to observe for another two days. If Credence still got up late for two consecutive days, he would raise this question again, so that he would not appear too mean.

But he couldn't hold back, he didn't know how to convince himself to digest those five 1 minutes.

Credence was chomping down on the bread, the sauce was all over his mouth.He froze for a moment, looked up at Parcival, and replied in confusion—"I... am not sleepy, Mr. Graves."

"Not sleepy?" Percival frowned, glanced at the clock next to him, and said - "What time is it?"

The obsessive-compulsive sense of time trained by Percival immediately alerted Credence, he straightened his back to make himself appear more sober, and apologized earnestly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Graves... I must on time."

Parcival nodded silently after listening.

Parcival felt that he was really tolerant.

Percival quietly watched Credence eating, and for a moment, he realized that there was something he had to say—"I said not to gobble it up, I'm going to take you out to eat, people think I'm hungry enough for you gone."

As he said that, Percival took the napkin and wiped the sauce from Credence's mouth.

Why didn't he feel that Credence ate so wolfishly before, so-well, it must be the fault of the seaman who seemed to be hungry for a lifetime every time he ate.

Credence kept nodding, took the napkin and wiped it off himself, "I thought you were in a hurry, so I—"

"Don't let people see you as a joke. I have taught you for so long, and you should make some progress if you learn slowly." Percival worked very hard to finish the second half of the sentence, "You can't see Theseus doing this, he is used to it." What kind of virtues are people accustomed to?" I swallowed it back.

Credence nodded harder, and as Percival said, he slowed down his eating speed appropriately.

Percival watched Credence's movements with satisfaction, and affirmed, "This is the right one, cut it into smaller pieces, take it slow, you should pay attention to—"

But before Parcival could finish his sentence, Lemarlock abruptly opened the bedroom door.Although the drowsiness has not completely faded, so that the ear piercing has not been fully retracted, but it seems that he finally woke up and regained the ability to walk.

Scratching his stomach, he walked from the bedroom to the dining room, called "Morning" to the minister and the mushroom, took two pieces of meat from the plate with his bare hands, stuffed them into his mouth, pulled out the chair and sat down.

Sleep God probably emptied his stomach while restoring his spirits.It made him look like he had just escaped from the devil's lair, he was not bothered by the sleepiness that hadn't faded away at all, and he was able to gobble up the food on the plate just by instinct.

Percival and Credence both froze for a moment, then looked at each other.

Percival showed a difficult smile, and gently stroked Credence's head, "... Well, this is the negative teaching material."

"What's wrong with him?" On the way to work, Theseus was extremely puzzled by Percival's complaint, "Did he eat anything strange?"

"It's not that he ate strange things, it's...the way he ate." Percival didn't know how to explain to Theseus, but he knew he had to.He couldn't understand why Theseus couldn't make him adjust to the "right" life like he did with Credence.

"The way he eats?" Theseus was puzzled, thought for a while, and asked in horror—"Didn't he... eat with his mouth?!"

Percival looked at Theseus in despair, he didn't even know whether to answer yes or no.

"...You need professional help," Percival said earnestly, "Believe me, before you go to Cliff Island and fall in love with a sea witch, you will understand what I say."

TBC

(3) Divergence

Theseus did not accept professional help because he never felt he needed any help.It is Parcival who needs help—"Have you lived alone for too long? Sometimes that aspect is not satisfied for a long time, and some psychological problems will appear..."

Theseus didn't finish speaking, because just halfway through his speech, Percival had already held his wand in his hand, and he was about to have a man-to-man duel with him at the gate of the Magic Council.

So Theseus walked into the Capitol first, and he didn't want bloodshed to happen not long after he was seconded.His mentality is positive and normal, so he should tolerate and understand Parcival from the perspective of a normal person.

But Theseus understood, but Percival couldn't.

When the two of them went home together for three days in a row—in fact, Percival refused, but for three days in a row, every time they got off work and opened the office door, Theseus unexpectedly bumped into him in the corridor by such a coincidence—and found that Either Credence had already eaten out with Lemarlock, or he was eating and hadn't come home yet, Parcival couldn't take it anymore.

He stood in the living room to concentrate for a few seconds, listening to Saibi report to him the whereabouts of the two young men.There was a flame burning in Percival's chest, and it was burning hotter and hotter.

When Saibi returned to the kitchen to bring out the prepared dinner and sat on both sides of the dining table with Theseus, Percival held the knife and fork for a while, then put the knife and fork down again.

He has no appetite, and he needs an open and honest conversation.

"Don't you think there's something wrong with this?" Percival tried his best to restrain his displeasure, and asked Theseus in a deep voice.

"What?" Theseus was putting a small piece of steak into his mouth.He had been busy all day and was already hungry.He ate bread twice and still felt it wasn't enough. He couldn't figure out how Parcival could eat so little every day.

It must be because of his age.Older people sleep less and eat less.

"I mean your partner, Theseus, don't you think there is something wrong with him?" Percival picked up the wine glass and took a small sip.He tried his best to make his wording seem tactful, he needed Theseus to figure it out by himself, so he would save himself the embarrassment of pointing it out.

But Theseus' answer was not in the direction he expected.

I saw Theseus looked at him quietly for a while, then shook his head and continued to cut the steak, saying with certainty—"No, he is not a spy. He came out with me because he likes me. Ministry information is at risk."

"I didn't mean that." Percival cleared his throat and took another sip of his wine.

"He didn't get close to Credence on purpose, don't worry, he is very simple, and I understand him." Theseus reiterated.Lemarlock was the most simple and straightforward person Theseus had ever met. He didn't know what Parcival was worried about.

Percival understood that he probably couldn't be tuned to the same channel as Theseus by fate, so he decided to make it clear.

"If you know him well, then you should see whether he eats or not, sits or sits, and doesn't know what he is wearing. Now many people know that I let you two live with me, and he went out to let others see, What do you think people will say about me?"

Theseus was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Percival to be so resentful.he took a look