Freya quickly finished washing her hair and drying it as best as she could with a towel since there was no hairdryer. Once she was done, she changed into the clothes Xavier had brought her.
They were quite baggy for her considering they were his clothes. The sweatpants would've definitely fallen off if not for the drawstrings on them. But even with that she still had to roll the waist part up a bit so she also wouldn't trip over them.
Meanwhile, the t-shirt covered up to her mid-thighs and for a moment she wondered if she should just walk around in it like she was in some kind of dress and leave the sweatpants.
She did that back home, mostly when she wasn't around others. In the end though, she decided against that. Freya didn't want to make things awkward between Xavier and her.
She soon headed downstairs and followed Xavier's vague directions to the kitchen. Thankfully, it was easy enough to find because of how massive it was and the heavenly scent filling the air.
Her stomach grumbled at the smell, hungry after everything. It had almost been a full day since she'd last eaten and that wasn't even a proper meal. Just a few breadsticks from a recipe she was trying out.
Freya found Xavier sitting on a tall, wooden stool by a large kitchen island in the middle of the kitchen. Three walls were covered with slick cupboards and modern appliances that had Freya feeling a little jealous.
Of course, her mind didn't linger too long on it because something else was bugging her. Along with the smell of food, there was a hint of smoke in the air and it was coming from one person.
"You know smoking is bad for you right?" Freya murmured, taking a seat across from Xavier.
Xavier blinked twice, turning his attention to her. He took a drag of his cigarette before putting it out using the ashtray beside him. There were two more cigarette buds there, making Freya wonder if he was a chainsmoker.
Her absolute worst nightmare. Aside from the monsters lingering outside the city.
"I know it's bad." Xavier finally muttered back. "But everyone needs an addiction to get rid of the stress."
"And there weren't any better options besides smoking?" Freya asked dryly, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, the other options were gambling, alcohol, drugs or sex." Xavier answered. He then gave her a pointed look and added, "None of which I think you're fine with."
"Yeah that's not going to work…" Freya murmured. "Have you tried therapy for the stress?"
Xavier furrowed his eyebrows and sarcastically asked, "What the fuck's therapy? Smoking works just fine."
"Of course…" Freya muttered. "You don't know what therapy is because you're too busy putting others in therapy with the shit you do."
"That shit saved your life." Xavier smirked, pausing for a moment. He then said, "I won't quit smoking, but if you don't want me to do it around you, then I won't."
"I guess that's fine for now…" Freya sighed. "But don't think it'll stop me from telling you to quit."
It was for his own benefit to quit, but Freya wasn't going to nag him about it right now. Their compromise for him to not smoke around her worked well enough for her. For now at least.
Xavier pursed his lips at her words before he finally said, "Just eat before the food gets cold."
As he spoke, he slid a ceramic bowl with some kind of soup across the table over to her. Freya couldn't quite say what exact type of soup it was, but it looked hearty with lots of vegetables and some kind of meat.
"Thanks for the food." Freya said before grabbing a spoon. She dipped it into the bowl and asked, glancing around the table, "Who's all this food for?"
There was quite a spread on the table and Freya was sure it was enough food to feed at least four or five people. There was no way the two of them could finish it all. Unless Xavier ate a lot himself.
She put the spoon in her mouth and almost moaned in joy at the taste of the soup. Seemed she was eating chicken soup from the taste and it made her warm inside. It always made her feel better eating it.
Of course, Freya slowly ate the soup despite wanting to devour it to give her stomach to adjust since she hadn't eaten in a while. She did not want to accidentally turn her stomach inside out.
"My brother." Xavier finally answered, grabbing a sandwich by himself. "He should be coming by soon, so I suggest you hurry up before he comes."
"Well, that definitely doesn't sound good." Freya mused before eating another spoonful of soup. "Do you not get along or something?"
"More like he's got a screw loose." Xavier replied, biting into his sandwich. "Best to stay away from him."
Well, doesn't that sound ominous. Freya muttered to herself.
She wanted to ask what he meant by those words, but before she could the sound of glass shattering pierced through the air. Xavier let out a curse as the blaring sound of sirens filled the air.
"What the hell is-" Freya asked, only to be interrupted by a loud shout.
"WILSON, YOU DICKHEAD! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR CHANGING THE CODES AGAIN!" A male sounding voice echoed through the house.
It was followed by more things shattering, a yelp of pain and the sirens finally switching off. Xavier sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
He then muttered under his breath, "Seems my brother is home earlier than expected. We should probably get going before he comes here."
Freya couldn't agree more. She was starting to see what Xavier meant by his brother having a screw loose and wasn't exactly keen on meeting him.
But before they could leave, a voice called out, "Aww… Why are you leaving so soon?"