There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270: Chapter 263. Coffee Machine and Candy Jar

"I haven’t seen you for a while and then you suddenly move out?" Old man Dan greeted Zein with a grumble when the guide came to the dorm after lunch.

"What--I’ve told you about it last week, though?" Zein shrugged.

"You said it’s for later," the old man argued before repeating fiercely. "Later."

Zein chuckled and leaned onto the counter, watching the moving agents carrying the last of the potted plants and the gardening tools along with the shelf Zein used to put them in. He had no idea where they would go in Bassena’s apartment, but he trusted the esper’s nanny to arrange it. The place was big enough anyway.

"It’s ’later’ enough," Zein muttered to the old man, who grunted in response.

"This must be that rascal’s idea," the old man continued his grumble. Just by the fact that it was Bassena who managed the move, he knew Zein wasn’t just moving out of the dorm, but also moving in with the esper.

Zein chuckled at that, and told the old man honestly. "It’s actually my idea," he said, and Old Man Dan widened his eyes in disbelief, looking at Zein as if the guide was a stranger.

"You?"

"It’s weird, isn’t it?" Zein smirked, drumming on the front desk counter. "But it feels like a natural thing to do."

The old man scoffed again, but he said nothing more after knowing it was Zein who wanted to move in together with Bassena. He got it; once you lose someone, you want to keep being around the one that was still there. It was still hard for him to let go of his daughter when she got married and moved to Neyta.

"I’ll keep your room so you can go back if you don’t like living with that brat anymore," the old man mumbled, and Zein couldn’t help but laugh at that.

"That’s not for you to decide, though?"

"I’m in charge of this building. I can do what I want."

"Bold of you to assume I will ever let Zein move out of my place, old man," Bassena walked to the counter with a smirk, twirling the physical key they had to give back to the old man.

Fearlessly, Old Man Dan glared at the esper like neighboring grandpa would to naughty boys stealing his stuff. "Imma hit you if you don’t treat him right!"

Bassena laughed at that, but not out of mockery. "Sure, I’ll let you if that happens," he said confidently. But there was a firm belief there, that there was no way he would ever let himself do less for Zein, or treat the guide wrongly. It was enough to make the old man grumble an acceptance.

"Have you eaten?" Zein asked the esper while hiding his smile.

"No, I want to get this done first," Bassena put the physical key to the counter, which the old man retrieved begrudgingly.

"Should we go have some?"

Bassena tilted his head confusedly, which Zein thought was adorable. "I thought you were already having lunch with your kids?" _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

"I can still eat," Zein patted the esper’s cheek, before looking back at the old man. "See you around, old man. I’ll look in every now and then."

"Just do your own business," the old man grumbled and shooed the couple away, before mumbling to himself. "I just lost a free coffee delivery, is all..."

He could hear the guide chuckle on the way out, and got back to his book again behind the counter. That evening, just before he was about to head out to his own residence, a package came to him. It was a box of an expensive coffee machine, one even better than those in the high-floor rooms. Came with the package was a card;

[make your own coffee from now on, old man]

It was unsigned, but the old man didn’t have to be a genius to know who sent him this. With a slight curl on his lips, he let out a grumble. "Rascal."

* * *

When they arrived at the apartment that evening, Zein found everything was already neatly arranged. The huge two-story place was decorated with more potted plants, and his big aquascape adorned the living room on the second floor.

They also came just when Bassena’s nanny, Nayla, finished making them dinner, so they ended up eating together with the nanny and her daughter who helped her take care of Bassena’s apartment.

Well...Zein’s apartment too, now.

It wasn’t the first time Bassena watched Zein in his bedroom, or watched the guide changing clothes in his closet. Or walking around the kitchen and lounging on the balcony. But it felt different knowing that it would be a part of his future. Their future. He was almost in a daze as Zein changed into a big comfortable shirt he usually used to sleep on.

He would continue to be in a daze if not for what the guide said.

"I called Askan Bellum earlier,"

The dazed look turned into agitation in a split second. The amber eyes turned sharp and the brows above them furrowed. Before Bassena could say anything, though, Zein already stroked the esper’s hair, as if trying to appease the younger man.