"Hey, you guys must be hungry, after all you've been through. I have some food in the fridge and cupboards, if you want."
Ranger gave the two men a hopeful look as she gestured to her kitchen.
"I could do with eating something…"
Just at that moment, the intern's stomach let out a load growl, and he smiled slightly.
"I guess my body agrees."
He limped into the kitchen, arm around Ranger's shoulder. Satan slowly followed behind them.
"So…um… I have some poptarts. You want some?"
"I've never tried them…"
"Melvin. You're telling me you've NEVER tried poptarts?"
Satan sniggered, and patted the intern on the back, who had just slumped down on a seat by a wooden table in the middle of the kitchen.
"Yeah, MELVIN, you got to try the poptarts."
The brunette intern sighed and agreed to give them a try.
"I have strawberry and chocolate flavour, which one do you want?"
"Well, I'm lactose intolerant, so I guess strawberry."
Ranger grabbed the box and slid out the silver package that was inside. Unwrapping it revealed a pastry, that kind of looked like the cat that scene watched all the time. He shook his head as he thought of her, worrying about whether the rest of MyMusic were ok. What had happened after the fight in the back room? Had any of them got injured? Had Albie returned after they had left? He blinked as the poptarts sprung out of the toaster, and Ranger offered one on a plate in front of him.
"Go on. It's not going to bite."
She offered one to Satan, who took it and held it in his hand without flinching from the heat.
"How do you do that? That poptart is really hot! I don't get how you don't burn yourself or something."
Satan smirked, and took a bite out of the toaster pastry.
"Maybe it's just because I'm really hot…"
Ranger shook her head at the bad pun and looked over to the intern, who was staring at the poptart. He had tried to pick it up, but it had been too hot, so he was waiting for it to cool. Suddenly, it started to levitate in the air towards his mouth, and Intern 2 shuffled backwards in alarm. Ranger looked to her side as she noticed Satan staring intently at it, and shook her head again.
"Stop that. He'll eat it when he wants."
The devil pouted and the poptart clattered back onto the plate, at which the intern sighed and poked at it gingerly, before picking it up and nibbling the corner. It was pleasant enough, and there was a strawberry jelly inside.
"Mm, this is quite good!"
The intern nodded and took another bite while the devil finished off his own pastry. Ranger smiled.
"Um…do you guys want to stay at my place tonight? I don't think Melvin is in a state to walk to wherever his house is…"
The intern glanced at his leg and flexed it a bit before wincing.
"I mean…if that's ok with you…?"
Ranger nodded enthusiastically.
"I can sleep on the couch. No biggie. Although I only have a double bed…"
She giggled and jokingly punched Satan's shoulder.
"Try not to get too comfortable in there with Melvin!"
The devil glared at her and shook his head.
"I'm not sharing a bed with Melvin. Nuh-uh."
"Well, it's either that or one of you has to sleep on the floor. I'll leave you to decide."
Ranger glanced up at the clock.
"Woah, it's eight thirty already! Time goes by really quickly… So, uh, my room's this way."
She gestured for them to follow her down a corridor before they came up to a door with a poster on the front. It was a life-size picture of a man with dark brown hair wearing a tweed jacket, suspenders and a bowtie, and pointing a glowing green thing forward. Ranger blushed and quickly pushed the door open.
"Um, that's just a dude. Anyway, welcome to my bedroom. Sorry for the mess! I wasn't really expecting anyone over…"
The intern and the devil peered through the doorway into a room cluttered with items haphazardly piled on the top of every surface available. A few posters were hung on the walls, one reading 'darkness then redness then whiteness' with a signature on the bottom. Ranger kicked some of the mess out the way and patted the double bed in the middle of the room, inviting them to sit on it.
"So, yeah. This is my room. Again, I'm really sorry for the mess! Being clean is not my forte…"
The brunette intern smiled and slid onto the bed.
"It doesn't matter, I mean, I'm the guest! I won't complain since I shouldn't even be here; thanks for letting us stay."
The demon felt a hard tug on his tail and his head snapped up as he shot a sideways glance at the intern.
"Oh, yeah, thanks."
Ranger laughed and took a step back.
"Well, if you need anything, I'll be on the couch, ok?"
The two nodded and she walked out of the room, softly shutting the door behind her.
"You didn't need to grab my tail that hard."
The intern yanked it again and he heard Satan growl at him.
"Stop that!"
The devil pulled the appendage out of the intern's grasp and whacked him with it. He sighed and started to take off his shoes.
"So, uh… who gets the bed?"
The demon shook his head.
"I'll take the floor. It's not like I will sleep anyway…"