"He-Hestia? Isn't that a Greek goddess?" Void mumbled, touching his lips as if he could still feel the kiss.
"Void! Voooid! Why are you spacing out like that?" a mature woman's voice called out.
"C'mon, Mom, don't tease him. Look at his face, he probably kissed a girl today," his younger sister said with a grin.
"Hmm? Is that true, Void?" his dad's rough voice chimed in, followed by a loud thud. "Just don't forget to use protection."
"What the hell are you teaching our son, you old fart?" his mom snapped, swatting him with a dish towel.
Void blinked, his mind still foggy. But all the voice is very familiar.
He look at his surrounding. The scent of roast chicken filled the air. Warm yellow light spilled from the ceiling lamp, casting soft shadows across the kitchen.
The room was small, just enough space for the four of them. The table wobbled slightly, propped up by a folded magazine under one leg.
