BABY ZEN-ZEN
SAAVE MEEE!
“That is not a reason!”
“Bless your heart, you really think it’s my job to explain my fucking self to you.”
“Ender, the kid is eighteen! Whatever you fucking want from his dad, can’t you get it a different fucking way?!”
Ding!
BABY ZEN-ZEN
My head is going to explode!
“You literally have contacts everywhere. There has to be a better option!”
Ding!
BABY ZEN-ZEN
Too hard. The math, it’s killing me!
“Why are you even entertaining?—”
Ding!
BABY ZEN-ZEN
Dyingggg!
“THAT’S IT! Out! OUT!” he roared, as he pointed towards the door. “Go help Zen-Zen with his homework, before I strangle both of you!”
Cyrus knockedon the door to Zenny’s room. It was in the same hallway as Ender’s, but five doors down on the right. The door was a dark-pink color, and the doorknob had hearts on it, which he supposed was fitting for a Cupid…possibly?
“Come in!” Zenny called out, his voice almost completely muffled by the door.
Hesitantly, he opened it and walked in.
While the door was pink, the Cupid’s room was various shades of red, black, and brown, from the floors to the furniture.
With wooden floors, and an exposed beam ceiling, three of the four walls in the room were wooden paneling, while the fourth, behind the bed, had been painted red as an accent wall. On the floor was a fuzzy black carpet, and there was a lighter red trunk at the foot of the large bed, which was covered in pillows and a red quilt. His dressers, closet, and more were all red. There were also two artificial windows, covered by black curtains, that appeared to be the same as the ones in Ender’s room.
Sitting at a desk across from the door, situated under one of the windows, Zenny looked back as he entered. The kid’s eyes widened slightly on spotting him, obviously having assumed he was someone else.
Cyrus smiled awkwardly. “Hi, Ender sent me to help with your uh…homework?”
Well, it was more that he'd been kicked out for annoying Ender.
The Cupid blinked, before his gaze turned somewhat hopeful. “Are you…good at math?”
“Decent?” At least, he hoped he was. It had been a long time since he’d done… Cyrus frowned. “What grade are you in?”
The kid blinked again. “Second, technically.”
“Right. Shouldn’t be a problem.” He walked over and pulled the second chair out, and after quickly realizing his knees would not fit under the desk, he pulled it further back before sitting down. “What are you having trouble with?”
Zenny smiled and slid over the tablet in front of him.
