"Wait, Aiden?" Komoku grumbled. "That Aiden?"
"How many people do you know named 'Aiden'?" That ever present voice of Aiden Kishi slowly moved out of the kitchen, where Komoku was immediately glaring daggers at him. He rubbed his neck faintly, dinner was cooking, a talent he had gotten from making sure Eva didn't starve herself or die a slow painful death of whining and moaning about how she hadn't eaten anything good. Mei had allowed him to stay, this last little 'scheme' with his mother was too much, and he couldn't agree with any of it. Besides, he was kind of curious at what sort of people that were keeping Eva straight, well...straight on a moral sense. He was pretty sure he had heard way too much detail about Jana's talents.
"Oh," Komoku said dismissively, almost as if he had uncovered a large secret. "I see, he's cooking for you now, huh?"
"Are you always this dramatic?" Aiden said, brow arched. "Would you prefer she didn't eat? Besides, I owe her for letting me stay here, I'm going to cook for people, it's nothing I don't know how to do."
"I'd prefer if people left my kitchen alone," Komoku muttered. "That's my kitchen, you know."
"Get over it," Aiden said dryly. "Other people live here, welcome back Komoku, you must not be too bad if you're getting upset over a kitchen, like a housewife."
...What an asshole! How would anyone stand to deal with his bullshit!?