Loving You Is Not An Accident: It's Destiny 187 Such A Sissy

"Little master, meet my twin brother, Griffith." Gary proudly introduced his twin brother to the wide eyed and amazed boy.

"Woah, you have a twin brother? But why you don't look the same?" upon hearing the boy's remark Griffith loudly laughs.

"Well, we're fraternal twins, little master. Those who look so much alike are called identical twins." Clark nodded his head, thinking.

"Who look more handsome between us, little master?" Griffith smiled showing all his teeth. The child's eyes went back and forth to the two of them to differentiate but he won't tell which of them because he doesn't want to offend any of them.

"Can we play now, sir?" Clark diverted their focus instead. Griffith did not detect the child's diversion tactic, instead he's more focus on making the child happy.

"Of course, little master! That's why we're here, to play with you." Clark jumps up and down with excitement upon hearing Griffith's announcement.

The child's eyes sparkled with so much delight seeing the brawny men and thought to himself that he wanted to have a body like those.

"Do you have abs like my dad, misters?" the innocent child ask the men and all of them felt awkward to be match up to their master.

"Of course, little master! Every male should have it. Except…" Griffith's eyes fell to his twin.

"Uncle Gary, do you have abs, too?" Clark asked Gary with pure curiosity which almost choke Gary.

"Ugh… I used to have but then…" Gary coughed and then excused himself.

"What are we going to play, sir? Wrestling?"

"I don't think so, because it's not for kids. How about Bob, the Weasel?" Griffith suggested.

The brawny men looked at each other after they heard the game their leader suggested. They silently grumbled at the thought that Griffith is capable to be childish like this.

"That's new to me. How should it be played, sir?"

"Okay, it's like this. First, we should sit in circle and then chose Bob, the weasel. Then, he would stand in the center and find the hidden object by guessing who had the hidden object, without looking at our backs. As the time ticks, we could transfer the object to anyone. If the person is caught he will be the new Bob and the current Bob will be the only one to put a smear the next Bob with a lipstick. But if the chosen Bob did not find it in a minute, his face should be smeared with a lipstick on his face by all of us and he should not wash it within twenty four hours. Is it agreed?" Griffith grinned and he takes out a black and red lipstick from his pocket.

They all just agreed because the game is so silly that just by thinking about it seems boring.

On the other hand, Griffith has been dying to do this but he can't since he's known to be strict and stern among his men but today he has the reason to be childish which lies dormant for many years because of the nature of his work. He felt like being freed from cage!

"Wait! Griffith! Where did you get those?" Gary is scandalized at his twin brother's action.

"Ha! Of course, I ask the maids to lend me their unused lipstick."

"But! The little master may be allergic to it… look at his skin…" the thought of the little master's allergic reaction sickened him.

"Why are you such a sissy, Gary? Our little master should not be overly protected or he will grow up like you." the brawny man sneered at his twin brother as he sizes him up.

Looking at him, Gary felt defeated in his brother's words, so he just gives in. But still he called the maidservant to prepare medicine in case the child will be allergic to it.

"Uncle Gary, don't worry I'm all good. I don't have allergies. I think this will be fun!!! Can we start now? Let me be Bob, the weasel." the child could not hide his excitement that he volunteered to be Bob.

The men looked at each other and wanted to express amus.e.m.e.nt of the child's eagerness but they just controlled themselves.

"Okay men. Let's gather and sit down. Let this game begin!" Griffith announced.

All of them sat down at the carpeted floor, looking all serious as they aim not to be smeared by a lipstick because they knew that their leader will really stick to his words. And by the thought of having lipstick on their faces sends creepy feelings in them.

Griffith rubs his hands together and he's grinning from ear to ear because of thrill. His men subtly looked at each other and wanted to burst out laughing at the sight of their leader. If only their fellow men would see this, they would really roll on their stomach, laughing.

It was Griffith who chose the item to be pa.s.sed on.

Then the game started and the time set on one minute.

Clark just stood there, looking serious as he glances at each one of them, looking for some hints. The countdown decrease to ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three…

"You!" Clark pointed at the man who sat between Griffith and Gary.