(AN: A new story! Been kinda stressed lately, so here's to hoping this will get me better!)


Story 3 -

A Memory of Home

Vector gives Espio a small little snack, who wells up with nostalgia

Notes - I've been praised already about my focus on small, minor details in Transfer, so let's continue that trend! If you remember in Chapter 2, Espio felt homesick when he saw a documentary about Northern Mobius. So, let's continue the theme of homesickness!


"Hey, Espio! I gotcha somethin'!" Vector said as he entered the dorm. Espio looked up from his notebook and noticed a small Styrofoam cup in Vector's hand, with… chopsticks coming from it?

"Yeh've been doin' a good job with all this work! So, I've decided to give ya a little somethin' as a small reward. Yeh earned it!"

Vector placed the cup in front of Espio, who looked over at what it is was. He saw steaming liquid with what seemed to be ramen.

"Wait, ramen?!"

The chameleon stared at the cup of steaming ramen, eyes almost glittering.

"Yeah, I've done some research about Northern Mobius in mah free time. Ya like this stuff, dontcha?"

Espio looked at the crocodile, wanting to tell him 'thank you', but tragically, didn't know what it meant from English. He simply bowed and took the chopsticks, and began to eat away at the ramen. As he ate, flashbacks of home flashed through his mind. He remembered the ramen his mother made, his strict, yet loving mother made. While the current ramen he tasted didn't taste ANYTHING like home, it still reminded him of it.

Vector took note of how fast Espio was eating the ramen.

"Yo, Espio, might wanna slow down on that!" He said.

"Although… he seems to be enjoyin' himself. I wonder what he's thinkin'…" The quarterback thought.

As Espio finished the ramen, he sighed. When he opened his eyes, he felt small tears from the corner of his eyes.

"Are these… tears?" He questioned himself. The chameleon remembered how he felt homesick the other day, and the feelings of wanting to come back home returned once again.

Espio wiped his eyes with his kimono, not wanting Vector to see. Then, he got up from his chair, and began to make his way out of the room.

"Hm? Goin' somewhere, Espio?"

The chameleon stared at Vector.

"…"

"I'll… take that as a yes?"

Espio closed the door behind him as Vector turned on the radio, lying on his bed.

"I'll leave Espio to himself…" he thought to himself. "I know he's still homesick, but I think it's best if I let him be for the time bein'…"