'Hmm. I wonder who's online now?' He pondered within himself.
Marcus checked his futuristic phone. To his dismay, no one's online as of now. Slippy, Falco, Pepper nor even his close friends from the Academy were in the system.
'Well, this sucks.' Marcus groaned in boredom.
The blue male fox sighed and he fiddles his phone for a while before keeping it into the pocket of his pants. Just as he kept it away, his stomach growled distinctly. Marcus realized that he forgot to eat his lunch back from the Academy hours ago.
'Time for a bite, then.' He said as he turned around to face the doorway.
Marcus then went to the kitchen. There, he saw a piece of paper and a Scarab bag on the table. There was a message written on it. The note reads...
'Your father and I went to Corneria to pick up something we ordered this morning. Since we might come home late, we left you some Scarabs so that you could buy something while we're away. Take care!
Your mother Krystal.'
After reading the note, Marcus sighed. He approached the fridge and opened it to check its contents. Much to his additional chagrin, there weren't anything else edible inside. Not even a gumdrop or a candy.
'Yikes. Looks like the fridge is out too.' He said, disappointed. 'Damn'
When he closed the fridge, Marcus took a look on the wooden cupboards and drawers. The fox began searching for something edible for his famished state. All of them were filled with nothing more than just empty jars, bottles of sauce and cardboard boxes of other exotic food that didn't interested his taste. He was about give in when he saw a large can of condensed milk. Upon seeing it, Marcus was bewildered.
'A can of condensed milk, huh?' Marcus said and he chuckled. 'About time for a specialty!'
With the can in his paw, Marcus took a cooking pot from the cupboard and filled it with tap water from the sink. He then places the pot on the hot plasma stove and started boiling it. While he watched it boil, his phone vibrated. Immediately, Marcus took his phone from his pocket and saw a new message on its inbox. It was from Fox.
'We're being caught up in heavy traffic. Better hold on in the house, Son.'
Marcus simply replied back to his father that he acknowledged the reminder. As he stows the phone again, Marcus checked the pot and he smiled.
'Wow.' He remarked in awe. 'That's fast. Alright, then. Time for a sweet time upstairs.'
The blue fox switched the stove off, carefully drained the hot water of the pot away and slowly placed the boiled can on a small tray. Marcus chuckled triumphantly as he took a spoon and went back to his upstairs bedroom along with the kitchen tray and the can itself.