A/N: Told myself to sit down again...see what happened?! Written, typed and published in under a day! This can't possibly be healthy for me!
Cheap Noodles
Oneshot
If it wasn't for Oliver's strange, twisted, bordering on obsessive fascination with cheap noodles and street food, Enrique wouldn't be in the Third Medical Ward of Kuala Lumpur's General Hospital, thrilled with the knowledge that his dearest best friend was declared fit enough to be released in two days, after being taken in for Hepatitis one week ago.
The blonde had taken to chasing the frisky French boy halfway around the globe upon getting wind of what this 'Quest for the Best Food the World has to Offer' could entail. Honestly, even the Incredible Hulk and his green, muscular clan would have trouble stopping Oliver once he got his radar going.
At one point during this strange career, Enrique remembered asking the greenette why he went eating to such extents even if it could kill him slowly one day. Smoothing out another hospital gown belonging to a different hospital in another country, the world renounded chef had placidly replied he'd rather find personal and professional fulfillment within a short life rather than dissatisfaction within a long and incredulously boring one.
After all, it was only proper for a chef aspiring culinary immortality in achievements, service and discovery to travel the world, sampling all things edible, no matter how relatively gut-twisting their initial raw-ingredient state may be.
Growing up in Europe, being a fierce lover of history and yearning to harness the potential of the diversity of food stuffs, Oliver also thought that it would be quite unfair if other countries teeming with untouched culture kept all the yummy things to themselves.
Hence, his lifelong escapade.
Enrique could only shake his head at the absurdity of it all and faithfully follow his friend wherever he may go, living how most could only dream of. The blonde occasionally reigned the enthusiastic, flighty bird of a boy in before he went overboard. Oliver's life was the epitome of sweet indulgence. Unlike the enternally face-valued fairy world of the Carnevale, this was a continuous culmination of...well, whatever destiny had for him.
His Italian best friend would be ever present. Just like how he was at that moment, bashfully entering the ward Oliver was resting in, somewhat in apologetic mein as he had jumped to aid quite late.
"Oliver?"
The greenette had been sitting up in bed, reading a book, looking paler than normal but no less healthy. Lavender lilac eyes shifted to lock on summer blue ones at the sound of the greeting. Oliver brightened considerably and sat up straighter, setting his book aside.
"Enrique!"
Enrique smiled sheepishly and stepped into the ward, yanking the curtains back in an attempt to reinstate the privacy. "I bought you this." The blonde held up a plastic bag.
Oliver gave a squeal of delight and reverently took the Styrofoam container from inside. With a plastic spork in hand, he attacked the native hawker's delicacy with much gusto as his dignity would allow. A muffled 'thank you' was lost somewhere in the sloppy mess.
The Italian gave an amused sigh, sat on the foot of his best friend's bed and crossed his arms in mock disappointment. "Ne, Oli. Tell me why I indulge you? I might as well be charged for murdering you one day..."
With a stuffed mouth, Oliver stopped in mid-chew to give Enrique a long glare.
There was nothing more to explain.
END
A/N: Getting high on KKM Season 1 rewatches! Forgive typos! ...enjoy!xD and ciAo...