Bad Breakfast
By. Ms. Kinnikufan
Disclaimer: Own no one.
Pumpinator woke up, afraid to look at the other side of the bed.
Why, oh, why did he bring Mantaro Kinniku home with him. They were enemies! Enemies!
Pumpinator was mentally kicking himself for inviting Mantaro home with him. What was his motivation? To get back at Kevin Mask (who had often slept with him to piss off Mars, only to go back to him come morning time?)
To be honest, he was also quite curious why Mantaro had agreed to come home with one of his family's enemies, one who had beat up one of his friends nonetheless?
Maybe he was feeling self-destructive. Pumpinator had been feeling a bit self-destructive that night.
Pumpinator slowly turned to the other side of the bed: no one was there.
"Thank you sweet and unexpectedly merciful God!" Pumpinator mumbled to himself.
He so did not want to deal with what would have definitely been an extremely awkward morning after.
Then he heard a voice coming from downstair:
"No! Bad bacon! Bad eggs! Don't burn! Puh-leezze?" and then the fire alarm went off.
He rushed downstairs to see Mantaro used the fire extinguisher on the innocent stove.
"Ummmm...good morning?" Mantaro tried to look innocent.
"What the hell were you doing?" Pumpinator looked at the mess that was once his kitchen.
"Making breakfast. Isn't that what the one who wakes up first does?" Mantaro scratched his head.
Pumpinator took another look the bacon, eggs, and pancake mix spread around messily. He suddenly felt a surge of affection for the misguided Muscle Leaguer.
Kevin had never made him breakfast and pretended that they had never slept together. Mantaro Kinniku, sworn enemy of his family, stuck around and tried to make breakfast for him.
Why the hell not? God only knows he had done worst.
"Yeah, let's say that is true." Pumpinator got out a towel to clean off the foam.