Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

The air was cool in the morning, Lowes narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and exhaled stale air.

Rogers floated beside him, "Sometimes I think you're retirement."

Lowes tugged at the corner of his mouth, earphones were still hanging on his ears.

Rogers' eyes stayed on the young couple who were fighting on the lawn next to him. After looking away, he sighed slightly and put his hands on the sickle.

"What are you worrying about recently?" Lowes walked around Capitol Hill, wondering.

Rogers was also stepping on his feet, but his feet sank deep into the road, "Erth, are you alone?"

Lowes shook his head.

"Is it because you're not alone, or because you don't know?" Rogers curled his lips.

"Aren't you here all the time?" Lowes didn't know where his doubts came from.

"That's not what I meant." Rogers sighed, "Didn't you pay attention to those classmates around you? And those little notes you received?"

"What should you pay attention to?" Lowes raised his eyebrows, his pockets were full since he was a child.

Rogers pinched his nose, that's all, reached out and rubbed his head, "It's nothing."

"Is today's job over?" Lowes took the opportunity to ask.

"No, you have to go around again." Rogers did not hesitate.

Lowes pouted.

After morning exercise, Lowes went home to make himself breakfast.

Rogers followed the recipe and said, "Just roll it around."

Lowes frowned, forked a slice of bread from the egg liquid on the plate, with a look of disgust on his face.

"That's just an egg." Rogers laughed.

"It's sticky." Lowes frowned.

Rogers shook his head, looked at it in a blink of an eye, and was stunned: "Are you angry?"

Lowes slapped the bread into the oil in the pan. "Huh?"

He stood by the stove and looked at the egg liquid soaked in the cold oil, "Why is it like this?" Louas held up the shovel with a puzzled face, "Is it cooked?"

It wasn't like this before.

Rogers held his forehead, "Baby, are you angry?"

"Don't call me baby." Lowes retorted, stretched out his hand and fired, but there was no response after a few blasts, "It's broken?"

"Is the gas turned off?"

Lowes silently knelt down, opened the sideboard, and unscrewed the valve.

There was a fire, and Lowes grabbed the shovel, watching the oil and the bread nervously, as they began to rattle, "When will it turn over?"

"Fry until golden." Rogers glanced at the menu.

"...Fry it until it's golden and turn it over," Lowes muttered, "but how do I know if it's brown if I don't turn it over?"

Rogers... "You dial it and take a look, and then put it back if it's not yellow."

"Oh." Lowes was silent for a while, "Why don't you know anything?" You used to know how to cook.

"...you can do everything," Rogers glanced at him speechlessly, "why don't you research a robot, and I'll help you."

Lowes pursed his lips, "You don't need to do it." He took the shovel to poke the bread, and the bread slid open smoothly.

Rogers laughed.

Lowes...

With a snort, he took the shovel and pushed the bread to the edge of the pot, and tried his best to scoop the bread to his side.But when it rolls around, it just doesn't turn over.

Lowes pinched it with his hands, but before Rogers could stop it, he overturned the bread with his nails, "...it's black."

Rogers' shoulders shook.

Seeing that one side was burnt, Lowes threw the shovel into the sink, "The shovel doesn't work. You should use tongs."

Rogers cleared his throat and coughed dryly, "Huo, you'll be fine if you're younger."

Lowes turned down the heat, unhappily picked up the shovel, grabbed the handle of the pot and shook it like on the TV.The bread slides smoothly in the pan.Rogers hummed, "Let's go, it should be almost there, you can try it."

"Yeah." Lowes poked with a shovel.

When the water-soaked shovel hit the hot oil, it splashed out, and Lowes hissed with a trembling hand.

"Is it hot?" Rogers reached out to hold his hand, and passed through.He paused and retracted his hand.

Lowes stepped back. "Aprons and gloves."

Rogers hummed absently.

Feeling exhausted after frying one loaf, Lowes looked at the rest of the bread on the plate, "Just get one?"

Rogers looked at him and at the pot, "Then make another bowl of oatmeal."

"Yes." Lowes quickly agreed, and left with the bread.

Rogers shouted helplessly, "Turn off the fire, put the pot into the sink, where is the gas pipe!"

Lowes finished setting the dishes and turned back to the kitchen, reluctance written all over his face.

Rogers rubbed his brows, "You can't eat microwave food and dry bread forever, can you? It's too much trouble for you to heat up milk."

Lowes put the bread on a black ceramic plate, and placed a light linen tablecloth under it. The fork rested on the plate, and the knife rested on the tablecloth.

Pushed the thin-necked bottle with the lily in it, and looked at the position.

Rogers... "You have been learning to draw for so long, and you have only acquired a poor habit."

Lowes ignored him.After taking a photo with the camera, I hugged the big dog on the chair next to it, sat down, and prepared to have breakfast.

"It's cold." Lowes took a sip and wrinkled his face. "Too much oil."

"You fried it in cold oil, the oil soaked in." Rogers didn't want him to eat it, "Don't eat it."

"Let's eat apples and bread for breakfast in the future. I can heat the milk." Lowes reluctantly stuffed the breakfast in regardless of Rogers' stop, and said seriously.

"..." Rogers didn't want to speak.

"Ok?"

Rogers turned his face to avoid his sight, floated into the dog doll next to him, and patted his head with his cotton arm, "Erth, find someone to take care of yourself."

Lowes picked up the big dog and rubbed it, "Aren't you taking care of me?"

When being picked up, Rogers floated out of the doll and stood aside, "I'm not human after all."

Lowes looked up and let go of the dog, "No need. I'm fine."

Rogers put the scythe behind his back and sighed deeply.

Lowes paused the hand that put away the plate, and then pushed it away, "What's the matter with you?"

Rogers was inexplicable, "...what's wrong with me?"

Lowes pursed his lips.

"If you don't make breakfast, you won't do it." After a stalemate for a while, Rogers compromised, "No."

Lowes slammed the tablecloth and began to clean up the dishes with a bang.

Rogers...is this...belated puberty?

All day, Rogers couldn't pry a word out of him, and he didn't speak at all.

Until the evening, Lowes went to bed at ten o'clock on time, but did not call Rogers.Rogers floated in the living room, hesitated for a while, and sat down on the sofa in a decent manner.

But he just floated in a different way.

Frowning his eyebrows, he looked at the moon outside the window, revealing a trace of confusion and anxiety.

In the middle of the night, while Rogers was still in a daze, Lowes opened the door with a 'slam'.He shuddered.

That scene was actually kind of fun.Those who are not human are startled by living people.

Lowes grabs the dog and punches him on the forehead, but if Rogers doesn't like it, he can't.The dog passed through him, crossed in an odd position.

Lowes grabbed the dog by the arms and stared at him.

Rogers didn't know what to say for a while, "...why aren't you sleeping?"

"...If you really want to become a robot, I'll find a way." Lowes said sullenly.

Rogers snorted.

Lowes pursed his lips.

"..." Rogers opened his mouth and closed it again.Not wanting him to see his expression, he hid in the doll's body and raised his arms to hug him.

I couldn't pat his back anymore, so I could only pat his arm as hard as I could, "It's not because of this..."

Lowes looked better, raised his arm, hugged the dog into his arms, and rubbed its arm, "Why is that?"

Rogers was forced to sit in his arms, even if he had no sense of touch, watching him rub his 'arm' was tentatively meaningful, "...it's nothing."

"You're mine," Lowes emphasized.

"But you have a lot." After a long time, Rogers sighed.

Lowes hummed, but didn't understand.

Rogers raised his eyes. On the dark window, a half-grown boy was hugging a toy dog ​​with a red hat.It couldn't print his original appearance on it, and Rogers didn't know what he looked like for so long.

It's just that the black robe and black sickle are probably not pleasing.

"Nothing." A muffled voice came from the big dog.

Lowes frowned.Rodgers may be getting a little annoyed with being in front of himself all day.

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