Anthony sighed. "Of course it does," he said. "but eating so messily is your fault, not the chocolate's or anything else's." Is this what he's going to do now for the rest of his life? Lecture this kid about chocolate?

James pouted and tried puppy eyes again. He even tried to make his lip tremble.

Anthony crossed his arms and looked away from James. If he doesn't look at it it won't affect him in any way and everything'll be fine.

James turned back to eating chocolate.

Jesus fucking christ. Anthony didn't say anything this time, but rather just watched James with a stern look. And then after a short while, walked out of the room, and back into the kitchen to try and get rid of that fucking.....chocolate-water in the basin. Which, as of right now, seemed like a much better thing to do than just try and keep James from fucking up.

James finished the chocolate. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and wiped his hands on his waistcoat. "Are ye goin' out to work?" he called out.

Beforr he could even do anything, Anthony heard James speak to him yet again. Terrifying. "No," he called out right back at him. That reminded him that he should actually be getting to 'work' again soon. Hm. Oh well.

"Then what will we eat tonight?" the boy called out.

"Food?" What else would they eat? It's not like they didn't have any food or money right now. "You just ate, anyways." Kids don't really need to eat more than once a day, right?

"But that's now!" he called out.