As soon as the bright blue, automatic doors opened, Richtofen was in heaven. His eyes widened and he giggled with glee, staring at his surroundings. The trip was originally meant for Milz, but he couldn't control himself. The family had arrived at a Science Museum that was free to the public and Richtofen just had to go. He walked by the pictures of the human body, his favorite part, staring at them in awe.
"It's so... beautiful..." the Nazi sniffled, wiping a tear from his eye.
The German spotted a group of people who were on a tour and decided to crowd himself in with them, listening as the pale, brown-haired woman explained the movements of blood cells throughout the veins. Dempsey, Takeo and Nikolai watched as well, slightly uninterested. Milz was on Dempsey's shoulders, his hands in his father's spiky, blond hair. He grinned to himself, happy that his father was happy.
"Zhat's interesting... tell me more!" the Doctor exclaimed, somehow appearing in front of the group.
"You seem excited." the tour guide laughed.
"Yes, very!" Richtofen replied. "Zhis brings me so much joy!"
"Haven't heard you say 'joy' in a long time." the American called out, slightly embarrassed that Richtofen was acting this way in public.
"Zhat's because I live viz you three!" Richtofen insulted, glaring at his roommates over his shoulder, before turning his attention back to the tour guide. "Continue!"
The woman continued with her talking and the others looked at each other questionably, wondering if they were actually that bad to live with. Nikolai spoke up first.
"I'll stay with the Doctor, just to make sure that he doesn't do anything stupid."
He stepped over to the crowd as Dempsey, Takeo and Milz went on about their business. They took a quiet, enjoyable tour around the museum, allowing Milz to gaze at everything he saw. He watched as men in white lab coats and black gloves poured different colored liquids into different viles. The liquids would react and bubble, catching his sunny eyes.
He learned of physics just by watching and wanted so badly to understand what it was like to have a beating heart and normal skin like all the other kids and figures he saw. But he figured that being a living dead being was kinda better than everyone else and he had the best fathers in the world. Milz found out that it didn't really matter if his skin was grey and his eyes were yellow, or that everyone else's hearts were beating and he was an outcast, being dead was a cool kid thing. Nobody else would understand it but him.
Dempsey and Takeo took a seat in a food court where the American ordered himself a cheeseburger and the Japanese stuffed himself with sushi. Tank was comfy in his cotton jacket and camouflage jeans and simple tennis shoes. Takeo ate bit after bit of sushi wearing his bulky, brown coat, white snow boots and tattered black jeans. After eating in silence, Milz poked his caucasian dad with a tiny finger, begging to be fed. Tank was confused, because he never really fed Milz before.
"Uh... Tak, what does he eat?"
"I do not know. The German usually feeds him." Takeo replied, propping his elbows up onto the table and leaning his head into his hands. "Perhaps you should try feeding him human food."
The Marine thought this was a terrible idea, but tried it out anyway. He plucked up a cheese fry from a paper bowl with his thumb and index finger, holding it to the child's mouth. The zomboy stared at it in disgust, sniffing at it curiously. He then clamped his mouth over Dempsey's fingers, engulfing the fry into his mouth. Cheese was actually delicious to him and after he swallowed his first fry, he begged for more.
"Tank, we must talk." the Samurai spoke up, entertained by Milz's new discovery.
"Yeah, what's up?" Dempsey replied, dangling a cheese fry in front of Milz's face and nibbling on a toothpick he'd previously used.
"The burglars that Nikolai and I fought off the other night..." he began, unsure of whether or not he should continue.
"Lemme guess: they took some of your stuff?"
"It's not that. We killed them, but-"
"You killed them? I didn't see any blood or bodies anywhere." Tank interrupted questionably.
"The bodies disappeared into... a golden mist."
Dempsey took his attention away from his son to stare into Takeo's earth brown eyes with confusion. He wondered if his friend was going crazy, but he didn't wanna offend him. Instead, he asked a question.
"What are you talking about?"
"The bodies and the blood disappeared into a golden mist and left out of the front door. Not only that, but the intruders had these... bright yellow eyes." the Jap whispered, images flashing into his mind.
"Like Milz?" the blond asked, leaning in.
"Yes, exactly."
"You sure you didn't eat any bad sushi?" Dempsey wondered before letting out a howl of pain.
He glared at his son, pain written on his face. The boy apologized, covering his mouth, knowing exactly what he did. He'd gotten impatient and bitten his father's hand for food, knowing that was a major no-no as he'd done it to Richtofen one time. Milz understood how dangerous biting people was and if Richtofen were here, he probably would've gotten a flick on the nose.
"I'm sorry..." Milz whimpered, terrified by his dad's scowl.
The American dismissed his son's apology by handing him the paper bowl with the remaining fries. Milz took it with both hands, diving his face into it and devouring what was left. Tank removed the toothpick from his mouth and looked back at Takeo who bore a worried look on his face. Dempsey felt bad because he knew that Takeo thought that no one believed him. No one ever really listened to the Samurai and deep down, it sorta hurt.
"I believe you, Tak." Dempsey reassured, trying to ease the discomfort from between the two. "But we'll have to dig deeper into it if we wanna make Sauerkraut and Nikolai believe you."