"Dan! Dan!"
Dan groaned.
"What?"
"What d'you want? Pizza or pancakes?"
Dan blinked twice. He paused his game, and set the controllers down on the beanbag. He sauntered towards the kitchen door, and when he arrived, he leant on the door frame, his expression giving away as much as his stance.
"Well that helped a lot. Thanks for clearing that up."
Dan said nothing, and kept the mute expression on his face.
Phil turned away, his shoulders slumped.
Dan slid over to the counter and reached for The Book. The only Cookery book that could help him. He found the page and opened the book up, laying it flat on the counter, facing Phil. They were standing side by side.
"Pancakes it is." Dan smiled at Phil's voice and leant down. He nudged Phil's shoulder with his nose and then stood up straight, towering over him. Phil's sky blue eyes searched Dan's dark ones, and they hugged each other, just for one moment. But they embraced that moment, held it, like they were holding each other now. Phil stepped away, realization dawning in his eyes. He ran out the room quickly. Dan shook his head and smiled to himself.
"Okay. We need milk, water, plain flour, eggs and salt." Muttered Dan under his breath, scanning the text for the ingredients, his finger tracing down the page with his eyes.
"And a gengar!" Phil ran into the room, slamming he glass door open, his arms flailing above his head, his hair blowing out of his face. His feet were stomping on the floor as he ran. He looked like an excited child. Dan chuckled. He was an excited child! Phil was about a metre and a half away from Dan, when he slipped.
Dan lunged forward and fell to the floor. But he'd turned in the air, and his back was to the floor, his stomach turned up, a trampoline for the falling Phil…At least he'd had a soft landing. Phil sat up and span around on his bum, concern on his face. They held each other's gaze for a moment - and burst into laughter.
Stranger opposite the kitchen
Tyrone sighed. He was jet-lagged. But he had to work to pay his rent. Since his security guard job had failed, he had to be shipped off to England. All the way from America! He glanced out the window and looked away again. He blinked and frowned. He turned to look out the window again. He was looking into the window across the way. He stood up and shuffled towards the window. He looked through the window opposite him, in the block of flats. Two boys were laughing, something white was everywhere. A white powder…The dark haired boys were blowing flour at each other! One ran towards his window, a grin plastered across his face. He heard a muffled voice.
It sounded like….like 'gengar'?! As the boy reached for the blind, they made eye contact. He knew that face. The boy turned around to his friend, and he too joined him at the window. They first boy said something, and they both laughed. They smiled at him, and closed the blind.