Part 8
Robert Hobbes scratches his almost bald head, as he searches through his "storage cabinet" for two bowls that are clean. He finds two bowls, that look fairly clean, and he wipes the dust out.He wonders how long he's had thes, they do not seem famillar to him. He doesn't remember seeing them before, maybe they are bugs, planted in his apartment. The maid just checked last week. He wonders if he should shatter them on the floor, he's about to when he remembers buying them at Kmart, three months ago, and tossing them into the cabinet. He forgets most of the time he has plates ans stuff in the cabinet, he usually just reuses the same bowl, spoon, fork, knife, cup, and plate. He hates doing dishes. "Good! Good!" He says to himself. "What's taking Darien so long with the ice cream?" They should have bought it earlier, but Hobbes's freezer is on the brink, again.Hobbes goes off to look for clean spoons.He knew he should have washed his dishes. But he hated to, only doing it when it was absoultly necessary, he knew he had to have some other silver wear here. He spots two spoons on the counter, but they were from his chinese takeout and he'd have to wash them. He leaves them there, it will be a few more days before they get moldy, and he has to clean them.
Darien walks back in the apartment. "They were out of Rocky Road, so we have to settle for chocolate chip!!" he calls before coming into the tiny kitchen. He sits on one of the green barstools, and begins to swing around, paper bag in hand.
"That's fine. Watch the bowls, make sure no beings crawl in them." Hobbes says setting the bowls, next to Fawkes. Hobbes kills a giant cockroach with a rolled up newspaper, before he goes back to looking for the spoons.
"What are you looking for?" Darien asks.
"Spoons, where could the spoons be?" He asks.
Darien looks around the grungy kitchen, "Try that little draw next to the stove."
"This one?" Hobbes asks pointing to the wrong drawer.
"No, the one over there." Darien says and points.
Hobbes opens the drawer, "Spoons!" He says excitedly. He goes over and sits next to Fawkes.
Fawkes wipes the bowls out on his orange teeshirt, and takes the ice cream out of the bag, opens it, and scopes some in each of the bowls.Hobbes hands Fawkes a spoon, as Fawkes hands him a big bowl of ice cream.They begin to eat silently for a few moments.
"Hey, Fawkes, you think we should go see what Eberts is up to?" He asks ice cream in his mouth.
"How many times do I have to tell you to please swallow, before you talk? And what's with you and your occupation with Eberts today?" Fawkes asks.
He swallows. "Sorry, he did make Alex cry, I am just curious why? We can go break into his house, you doing the the thing you are so good at, and see what's up?" Hobbes says and takes another bite of ice cream.
"Maybe, let's finish our ice cream, though."
Hobbes nods.
Robert Hobbes scratches his almost bald head, as he searches through his "storage cabinet" for two bowls that are clean. He finds two bowls, that look fairly clean, and he wipes the dust out.He wonders how long he's had thes, they do not seem famillar to him. He doesn't remember seeing them before, maybe they are bugs, planted in his apartment. The maid just checked last week. He wonders if he should shatter them on the floor, he's about to when he remembers buying them at Kmart, three months ago, and tossing them into the cabinet. He forgets most of the time he has plates ans stuff in the cabinet, he usually just reuses the same bowl, spoon, fork, knife, cup, and plate. He hates doing dishes. "Good! Good!" He says to himself. "What's taking Darien so long with the ice cream?" They should have bought it earlier, but Hobbes's freezer is on the brink, again.Hobbes goes off to look for clean spoons.He knew he should have washed his dishes. But he hated to, only doing it when it was absoultly necessary, he knew he had to have some other silver wear here. He spots two spoons on the counter, but they were from his chinese takeout and he'd have to wash them. He leaves them there, it will be a few more days before they get moldy, and he has to clean them.
Darien walks back in the apartment. "They were out of Rocky Road, so we have to settle for chocolate chip!!" he calls before coming into the tiny kitchen. He sits on one of the green barstools, and begins to swing around, paper bag in hand.
"That's fine. Watch the bowls, make sure no beings crawl in them." Hobbes says setting the bowls, next to Fawkes. Hobbes kills a giant cockroach with a rolled up newspaper, before he goes back to looking for the spoons.
"What are you looking for?" Darien asks.
"Spoons, where could the spoons be?" He asks.
Darien looks around the grungy kitchen, "Try that little draw next to the stove."
"This one?" Hobbes asks pointing to the wrong drawer.
"No, the one over there." Darien says and points.
Hobbes opens the drawer, "Spoons!" He says excitedly. He goes over and sits next to Fawkes.
Fawkes wipes the bowls out on his orange teeshirt, and takes the ice cream out of the bag, opens it, and scopes some in each of the bowls.Hobbes hands Fawkes a spoon, as Fawkes hands him a big bowl of ice cream.They begin to eat silently for a few moments.
"Hey, Fawkes, you think we should go see what Eberts is up to?" He asks ice cream in his mouth.
"How many times do I have to tell you to please swallow, before you talk? And what's with you and your occupation with Eberts today?" Fawkes asks.
He swallows. "Sorry, he did make Alex cry, I am just curious why? We can go break into his house, you doing the the thing you are so good at, and see what's up?" Hobbes says and takes another bite of ice cream.
"Maybe, let's finish our ice cream, though."
Hobbes nods.