May any entity, evil or benign —who is in any way empowered or entertained by my suffering — be destroyed in the slowest, most painful way possible, and rot forevermore in the deepest pit in Hell.
In other words, I had a hangover.
I groaned and grunted as I tried to get myself out of bed. I swear, that panther and lizard must have put red hot needles into my brain. I finally got myself off my mattress and up on my feet, so I hobbled over to the door. I finally got theodor open and stumbled through, winching as every step sent another jolt of pain to my brain.
By the time I had made it to the kitchen, Fox and Falco were already there, but weren't looking any better than I felt.
"Hey" Fox said miserably.
"Hey" I croaked back.
Krystal came out of the kitchen with bowls of green and purple mush. I really hope its not breakfast, cuz they smelled nasty. She put them down in front of us, and smirked.
"You see Kevin? Next time you should follow MY example, not those twits." she flicked her ears at Fox and Falco.
"I think I will, nex' time," I croaked, "It'll sure be a helluva lot less painful."
Her devilish grin widened and she turned back to the kitchen.
I looked back at the bowls she had laid out, and asked, "So, what're we suppos' t' do with these?"
Falco groaned and Fox just said, "Recover."
As it turned out, they were supposed to help you recover from a hangover, but they worked like smelling salts, but after that, you had to ingest some of it. Needless to say, it was nasty.
The minute afterwords was just as bad as the hangover itself, but after you got the taste to die down to being bearable, you noticed that the headache wasn't as bad, and you could think more clearly. I guess I was just happy that we didn't have to wait it out.
Fox Falco and I were all still in the kitchen, listening to Krystal bustling around in the kitchen. I heard someone walk in behind me and turned to see Slippy walking towards the table. He smiled warmly at me and sat down, looking at the door of the kitchen expectantly.
"Here comes the worst part" I heard Fox mutter under his breath.
Krystal then burst forth carrying the most majestic looking pile of bacon-like objects that I had ever seen. My mouth watered at the smell, which was almost like bacon, and the greasy sizzling and popping was like sweet music to my ears. Having thrown up twice since my last meal, I was starving.
She put the plate down on the table and sat down behind it. She heaped her plate full of the delicious breakfast treat, and heaped another plate, which she handed to Slippy. My hunger took over and I reached for a slice of the greasy and salty slice of heaven. Krystal immediately smacked my hand away from the pile and shook her finger at me like a mother scolding a child, saying,
"No, no, no! If you want the paste to work fully, you can't eat or drink anything except water."
She then promptly dove into the task of shoving all of the bacon she could into her mouth and eating it. She was a demon sent to make my Hell complete, I swear.
Slippy and Krystal were eating their way through the pile of bacon while Falco, Fox, and I watched like starving animals, which, in every case, wasn't far off. They made it about half way down the stack when Falco stood up and left. Fox promptly followed. Knowing there was nothing else I was allowed to do here, I chugged the last of my water and got up to follow.
I jogged down the hallway to catch up, and when I did, I asked,
"So, where we be going?" [yes I meant to say that]
"SHHH!" they both hissed (for lack of a better word) at me. I stopped and put my hands up by my head.
"OK, jeez," I whispered, "now really, where are we going?"
"Were going to get something to eat. Where else?" Falco whispered back.
Well that seemed reasonable enough, so I followed them for another minute before we arrived. We were at the big freezer room, where we had been putting a lot of the food we had bought earlier. We entered cautiously, and closed the door quietly behind me, trying not to get caught, and when it shut, we immediately went to the fruits. We chowed down on these strange yet delicious fruits that were called Laugratines.
They were shaped kind of like pears, only with more curve to them and they were a heck of a lot juicier, with a reddish-purple skin that had a texture like peaches. In short, they were probably one of the most amazing fruits I had ever eaten in my life.
I savored every bite, knowing that if what Krystal had said was true, I was probably going to have my headache the rest of the day. Oh well. These laugratines were worth it.
I grabbed another one out of the barrel they were in, and spoke my mind.
"So, I'm gunna guess, rule one of hangover club is that we don't complain about hangover club, right?"
"Yup," he said, thim reference lost on him, "Also, you've gotta act like you're starving till midday meal." Falco managed to fit between bites of some other fruit.
'I can do that,' I thought, shrugging.
When we left the storage freezer thing, we made sure to bring every speck of evidence with us, taking the cores of the fruits, and sweeping the crumbs of things into our hands. There weren't very many crumbs, cus we ate mainly fruits, but you can't very well eat cores, so we did have a few of those.
We dumped the cores into a bin in Fox's room, hoping they wouldn't be discovered, and headed to the training room. It was deserted, of course, and I was looking foreword to training with these guys, even if one was kind of annoying. I was feeling like a boss, so I picked up the first weapon, a staff of some kind, and twirled it around. Falco looked at me, unimpressed, then, out of nowhere, stuck out his hand, knocking the staff away, then he stepped foreword and pulled out a knife, putting it to my throat.
"Dead." he stated coldly.
"Hey! I wasn't even expecting that!" I said, annoyed.
"Yeah," he countered, "But your enemy isn't going to wait till you find your balls now will they?"
I wanted to do something, but I knew this wasn't going to get me anywhere, so I just pushed my anger back, and let out a deep breath.
"Good decision" Falco said threateningly, walking away.
I looked at Fox, but he just shook his head slightly, making a small swiping motion with one hand, as if to say 'Ignore him'. I nodded and followed Falco to the mat in the middle of the room. He stepped onto the mat, and walked to the center.
"Alright, come at me." He said, surprising me.
I felt my anger explode and I had the urge to charge head first at him, to try to take him down any way I possibly could. I felt the muscles in my calves and legs bunch up, then stopped, remembering another time this had happened. It was with BitchAss when I had ended up with a busted nose.
I looked at him warily, trying to think of another way to come at him, when my thoughts were interrupted by Falco.
"Good. You didn't take the bait. Never do that, cuz you normally end up with something broken." Then he turned to Fox, "You better not have told him anything."
He shook his head, an eyebrow raised at me.
"Ok, now for real, let's see what you got," Falco said, sliding down into a stance facing me.
'Alright, let's do this.' I thought seriously.
I walked cautiously to him, trying to mimic how I would do it with the crystal. I put my hands up to guard my face, and slid in, an inch at a time. I watched his eyes, his hands, his feet, all at the same time, my mind racing, trying to figure out what to do in any situation he would throw at me.
I realized he was waiting as well.
I inched foreword, planning for how he would react if I threw a punch. Once I had my scenario fixated in my head, I lunged foreword and shot my fist out, trying to catch him in the face. He didn't react the way I planned. At all.
I had expected Falco to step aside and catch my arm, or for him to sweep my arm away, then punch at my face or body. That never happened.
Falco leabackup the side, letting my momentum carry me past, then did a downward elbow to my neck, making me drop to the floor like a rock. I laid there for a moment letting my quick defeat sink in. I still sucked.
I signed heavily and got up, not even feeling mad, just depressed. I faced him again, keeping my face blank. He was still in the loose stance he was before, just watching. I knew I wasn't going to beat him, so I halfheartedly attacked him, and, again, getting beaten.
Around the sixth round of Fox cheering me on, even though he had been watching me fail. I was starting to get frustrated. I mean, yes, I knew Falco was going to beat me, and yes, they both knew it too by now, so why not instruct me? Why not teach me what's was doing wrong so I could get better? I had been pushing the frustration and anger down, but it was building.
I lunged at Falco again, putting a little more effort into the attack. He countered me yet again, with little effort, putting me face first onto the ground again. Something snapped.
I sprung up from the ground, my teeth bared like an animal. I was breathing hard and crouched into a tense fighting position, glaring at my tormentor. I looked at his stance, not caring to analyze what he would do anymore. I just wanted to hurt him.
I flung myself at him, my fists flying and feet kicking. I was a whirlwind of motion and emotion. I would throw something and Falco would counter, but for some reason he couldn't hit me. Somehow I would get my arm up just in time, or I would twitch out of the way right before he hit me.
I honestly don't see who was more surprised, me or Falco. Our skirmish went on, us exchanging blows, but never hitting each other. I felt giddy as I realized I was holding my ground. I could do this! I started watching Falco, looking for any opening he would present, but that's when he got me.
He had used a side kick. The same thing he had used on me five or six times during our little fight, but for some reason, I just couldn't get out of the way. He hit me square in the chest, sending me flying a good two or three feet away. I landed on my back, getting the breath knocked out of me.
I regained my breath quickly enough, and Fox walked over to me, his hand extended to help me up. I lay there looking at it, not thinking at all, just staring blankly. After a time he dropped his hand and crouched beside me.
"Look, you're doing better. Thats all that counts. He means well, even if it doesn't seem like it," he said, motioning to Falco.
I stared at him mutely, still not thinking. It was better that way. No thoughts, no troubles, no disappointment.
Fox sighed and stood up, his ears back slightly. I looked at Falco, who was standing across the room, his arms crossed, looking bored.
I sighed to myself and slowly sat up. I glared at Falco and pushed myself to my feet. Falco raised some of his fingers from his arm, and rolled his eyes. I felt my anger start building again. But this time It wasn't going to control me.
I walked to Falco again, but before he slid into his stance, I put my hand straight out, trying to look epic.
"If we are to do this, we do this my way." I said, trying to sound ominous.
Falco smirked and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Alright, so what's 'your' way?" He asked sarcastically.
I never answered, but turned and walked to the door. I had noticed them the other day when I was leaving, but now was the time to use them.
I grabbed the two mildly heavy and curved objects and walked them to the center. Once there, I presented one to Falco, watching the disbelief on his face. He took it gingerly, holding it more like he would a toy than a weapon.
"What the hell is this?" he asked in disgust.
I raised an eyebrow and laughed quietly at him.
"So you've never seen one before? This is a beautiful device used by skilled artisan warriors in a deadly dance of which one wrong move could easily have you killed," I spouted out as I made it up off the top of my head, "Its deadly grace is only matched by the proper handling of another tool of the likes. It is the perfect balance of accuracy and brute force, grace and wit, talent and practice, or for your stolid mind, this work of art is simply called the sword."
I gave a small bow at the end of my monologue, leaving Falco with his mouth open, and a dumb expression on his face. Fox didn't look much better,
I moved to the center of the sparring mat, and held my sword up. It was curved like a scimitar but had a deadly hook back out at the end, making it one of the most exotic weapons I had ever used. I looked at Fox, but he was looking back with the strangest expression. It was a mix between awe, confusion, and kind of a 'what the hell are you doing' look.
Falco suddenly burst out laughing, startling me.
"You've gotta be joking right? This is what we use to sharpen the practice spears and spikes that hold in the targets! This is like fighting with spoons! Theres no way two IDIOTS would fight with these! You'd kill yourself before your enemy even got close!" he went on laughing for a while.
"You know what?" he continued, "I'll do it. I'll just sit back and watch as you cut yoself up." he walked to the middle of the ring, a wide grin on his face, shaking his head in disbelief. I looked over at Fox for support, but he looked confused and worried.
I shrugged and raised the sharpener up again. My interest in the dark ages was about to pay off. As a kid, I had always been interested in anything to do with them, especially the armor and weaponry. I had a sword for a while, and I had gotten pretty good at using it when I had it. I had also gotten pretty good at the other weapons of the time, like the javelin and the long bow.
Needless to say, I felt more than confident I could beat Falco.
I raised the sword, noting that it wasn't very well balanced, but it was lighter than I was used to using, so it shouldn't be a problem. Falco smirked and swing his sword at me, just basically throwing the blade in my general direction. I raised my arm and sucked in my stomach, arching back slightly, letting the blade smoothly glide past me, then I dropped the blade to Falco's throat.
"Dead." I said, mimicking how Falco had said it earlier.
Falco narrowed his eyes and we stepped apart, assuming fighting positions again.
Falco slashed at me again, more intent on hitting me this time, but I sidestepped his blade and jumped behind him, putting my blade to his throat.
"Dead." I said again.
I let Falco loose and he jumped away, assuming a threatening stance with the sword awkwardly clutched in his hand.
Falco was glaring at me, and suddenly lunged at me, slashing his sword through the air. I easily leaned diagonally, letting his sword arch down parallel to my body. I chuckled softly, and Falco heard as he stumbled past, and lunged again, slashing madly. I dodged every one of his attacks, never even touching his blade with my own.
I started taunting him, just to rub it in a little.
"What, that the best you can do? Why don't I try fighting a wall. It'll have a better chance of hitting me."
Falco roared and lunged again, swinging his sword straight down at me. I blocked his blade with my own, reveling in the beautifully loud sound of metal striking metal. I stepped foreword, holding his blade up with mine, and head butted him on the forehead, being careful not to hit his beak.
Falco stumbled back, crying out in pain.
"Hey! Not fair! We're only supposed to use our Lincras!"
Ah, so that's what they're called.
"Oh well," I said, shrugging, "Life isn't fair, it's about what you can do, and what you can't do."
Cold, I know, but this is the message he'd been sending me earlier, so whatever.
"What's all the noise?" I heard. I turned and saw that Krystal had walked in, Her ears perked up and a curious look on her face. I heard a shuffling behind me, then Krystal scream. I whipped around and parred Falco's desperate stab to my back, twisting my blade around his in the process, and yanking as the hooked end of mine caught the middle of his blade.
His blade flew streight up, leaving Falco with a dazed look in his eyes, and even a look of... Fear?
I spun my Lincras vertically on either side of him, cutting off feathers from his cheeks, up again, then down towards his head with terrifying speed. Falco dipped his head and dropped to his knees, knowing he would die. Krystal screamed again, and the blade sped closer and closer to his head. Faster, faster, the split air hissing, then...
Stop.
Half an inch from Falco's skull, the hook on the end of the blade following the curve of his cranium, I stopped the blade dead, then pulled it up again,
"Dead." I said.
Falco peeked out one eye, looking amazed to be alive, and I tossed my sword aside. The whole room seemed to let out a deep breath. I looked down at him, and he looked solemnly back at me. We stood there a moment. The whole world frozen, then I smiled, and extended my hand. Falco looked at it, then back at me.
"You should take it," I said encouragingly, "like, right now."
Falco gingerly grabbed my hand, and I yanked the hell out of his arm. Just in time.
The blade of Falco's sword embedded itself an inch into the metal floor, where Falco had been just a moment before. The room was silent as Falco's cheek feathers landed on either side of the blade sticking out of the floor.
"Jeez! You make me feel like I'm playing roulette!" I said sarcastically to Falco, trying to break the tension.
Falco looked at me a moment, then his face broke into a smile. He nodded at me, and I nodded back, knowing that I had just gained his respect. I felt relieved. I was finally part of the team. I turned to Fox and grinned and he grinned back.
But not because of the same thing. Krystal, who was walking towards us, had her tail in the air stiffly, broadcasting her discontent, and also something else. Her tailfur was sticking streight up, making her tail look poofy and almost comical. I almost started cracking up with Fox, both of us trying to keep a streight face.
I was just about to my bursting point with contained laughter, when, WHAM! Krystal slapped me across the face.
"Don't DO that!" she cried indignantly.
My face stung slightly as she spun around and walked out of the room stiffly, her tailfur still standing on end.
As soon as she was gone, Fox, Falco and I busted up like the group of teenage guys we were.
"Oh shit! Did you see her tail? It was like BZZT!" Falco said while making an exploding motion with his wings.
Fox and I were laughing up too hard to speak. We calmed down for a second, then Fox's composure cracked, sending us all into another fit of laughter. By the time we finished laughing once and for all, we were all on the ground, clutching our stomachs in pain.
I stood painfully, clutching my aching midriff with one arm. Fox and Falco weren't faring much better. We stood there in the middle of the training arena for a few moments, letting our abs and laughing muscles recover, then Falco broke the silence, saying, "Alright guys, I think it's time for some food. How 'bout you?"
At the suggestion, my stomach growled louder than a bear, voicing its want for something to grind. Fox's face split into a grin at my body's discreetness, or lack thereof. I scowled at him, and the three of us headed to the door.
Needless to say, we were navigating the carpeted hallways of the Great Fox to find the kitchen. I followed Falco, who was walking with a brash confidence that I would never have thought possible for one who had just nearly lost his head.
I was lost deep in thought, only surfacing my mind to make sure I was actually following Fox and Falco. They were a few steps ahead of me, talking to each other. I of course didn't hear any of this, only paying any mind to where I was going and my thoughts. I was baffled at the lack of skill in actual weapons, but this didn't worry me. In fact, if anything, it encouraged me. If nobody knew how to fight with swords or any of the like, I had an advantage.
I let myself loose with my thoughts, walking as if in a trance, not blinking, looking around, or listening. It was as relaxing as its always been.
Shortly after, I was rudely jolted out of my peaceful trance by Falco snickering. My eyes focused and darted around wildly, realizing I was sitting at the food-room table, back streight, no expression, and my arms dangling at my sides. Falco and Fox were sitting a few seats down, trying not to laugh at me.
I rolled my eyes and stood up, walking through the wooden door to the kitchen, the hinges squeaking slightly. This got my mind thinking. I hadn't thought of it up till now, but if they had plasma guns, and space ships that were affordable, why not automatic sliding doors or something? I opened my mouth to ask Fox, then thought better of it, closing my mouth with a sharp clack.
I continued past the counters and stoves– which were the same concept of the ones back on earth– and streight to the metal door in the back. I undid the small locking mechanism on the side of the door, and pulled it open. It was thick, so it was heavier than the other doors, but when I got it open, I was free to explore my destination. The freezer.
I was looking for anything that could possibly be earth related to cook. My eyes took in the sight of shelves and shelves of exotic fruits, nuts, berries, preserved animal meats, and other sacs of food items. My eyes stopped on a small shelf full of large– huge compared to what I was used to– white, slightly oval-like items.
Apparently eggs are universal. Literally.
I picked up one of the softball sized eggs and looked at it, impressed. It was a good two or three pounds, and, I assumed, a harder shell than an earth egg. It also wasn't white, as I'd first thought. It was a creamy yellowish color, like the clouds at sunrise.
I suddenly felt a wave of homesickness wash over me, making my stomach churn. I was thousands of miles — no, LIGHTYEARS away from my planet, let alone my house or any of my friends. The mere thought made me feel small and insignificant. I suddenly wanted nothing more than to be back at my crummy apartment, munching on Doritos while watching some stupid TV show, laughing along with my mom.
No. I had to stop thinking of home! If I couldn't stand being away from things at earth, I'd just bring things from earth here. The egg in hand, I straightened and strode confidently into the kitchen and leaned out the door to the Food-Room, calling Fox up from his heated debate with Falco,
"Hey, Fox! Do you all have milk here? Or pepper? Or cheese? Or pans and stuff?"
Fox looked back at me, shrugging.
"Well, we got the pans, but what the hell is pepper? Or milk? Or cheese?" he said, elongating the new words to try and get used to them.
I thought for a moment, leaning against the door frame, before replying.
"Pepper is kind of a spicy herb that makes stuff feel hot, I guess. Milk makes up cheese and milk is... Well, milk is... Hmm... I'm not quite sure how to put this." I said, trying to think of a non-embarrassing way to put it.
I stood there a moment, biting my lip. Fox and Falco were still looking at me, waiting for my answer.
"Maybe... Lactose?" I ventured, trying to think of a word they would understand, "Um... The calcium and fat rich liquid that is creamy in color? No? *sigh* Alright. It's makes up breasts and is fed to infants from the mothers to help make them grow."
Falco looked at me a moment, then cracked up, cackling wildly while pounding the table. Fox chuckled at this too, but nodded, and rolled his eyes at Falco.
"Yeah," he said, "We've got 'milk' and 'cheese' but I'm not sure about this 'pepper'. Come on," he said, getting up from the table and walking into the kitchen.
I fell on line behind Fox, cursing myself in my head for making a fool of myself. Fox walked into the freezer and walked to a humongous block wrapped in some kind of plastic wrap, and opened open the top.
I whistled loudly. That was a lot of cheese. The block must have been a good three feet wide by three feet deep by four feet tall.
Whilst I was admiring the cheese, Fox had walked across the freezer to a large spigot in the wall. He pulled the lever above it down, making the white liquid flow into a cup he was holding under it.
"Is this it?" he asked, offering the cup to me.
"Yup." I said, taking the cup.
We walked out of the coolness of the freezer and back into the kitchen. Fox, who was walking behind me, closed the door, and moved in front of me, taking me to a big range-like contraption.
[AN: for those of you who don't know, a range is an old stove, used a long time ago.]
The only difference this had is it was smaller and had dials instead of a door to put in logs. I guess it was kind of a mix between a grill and a stove.
He pulled open a drawer below the thing, pulling out a pan, almost just like the ones on earth. He put it on top of the Grill-stove and moved out of my way, motioning for me to begin.
I looked at the egg and the milk in my hands, then I realized I was missing the bowl.
"Eh, I need a bowl." I said, not able to think of a less demanding way to put it.
"Alright," Fox said, shrugging. He reached to my left and opened a cabinet, then reached up and pulled out a bowl. He handed it to me, and looked questioningly at the egg in my hand.
"So... What is that for?"
I looked at him, confused.
"What? The egg? I'm gonna cook it." I said incredulously, "Why? Am I not supposed to?"
"Well, I've never heard of somebody cooking one," he said.
"Hmm... Oh well," I shrugged, "Your loss."
I put the bowl on the counter and smacked the egg on the edge, cracking it open, revealing the gooey egg-mess, just like the eggs from earth, only a lot more of it. I put the egg over the bowl and put my thumbs inside the crack, and pulled apart, looking like the little professional I was at cooking the only thing I knew how to. Eggs.
I glanced at Fox and smirked, then I looked down at the goop in the bowl... And froze.
It was Purple.
I regained from my split second hesitation well. I smoothly went back into action, acting unfazed. I opened the drawer below me, and found something to stir it up with. I think it was some kind of small fork spatula thing, but whatever. I stuck it into the bowl and started beating like I always did.
Fox was looking at me with a curious expression, and moved closer. He and I both wached as the purple egg became a solid purple color throughout, acting very egg-like. So it must just be the color. Oh well. I stopped beating and walked into the freezer.
I walked to the big-ass cheese block and grabbed a chunk from a corner, then turned and walked back out the door, shutting it behind me.
I went back to my range and put the hunk of cheese down by my bowl of egg. I grabbed the glass of milk I had put down earlier and dumped about half the content in the bowl. I chugged most of the rest. It was slightly stronger than I was used to, but it was still milk.
I mixed the milk and egg together for a second, making a lighter purple color, which was still an interesting color. I wiped my hands on my jeans and turned to Fox.
"So... How do I turn this puppy on?"
"Puppy? What puppy?" he asked confused.
I frowned remembering I was with aliens.
"How do I turn it on?" I asked wearily, motioning to the range.
"Oh, that's easy, you..." he went on to explain some short process, and a flame sprung to life under the grille of the range.
"Thanks!" I said, grinning.
I stuck the pan on the hot stove and let it sit for a moment. During this time, I realized they didn't have any cooking grease, so I racked my brains for anything that I could use. I glanced at the pan, which seemed almost sufficiently heated. On impulse, I grabbed the remainder of the milk and poured it into the pan, making it steam.
I reached down and turned the knob down, lowering the heat of the range. Even aliens had that same concept. Fox was just looking at me like I was crazy now.
"What?" I said, looking at him as I grabbed the bowl of egg and dumped it into the pan. It sizzled and popped, just like the eggs back home, and even gave off nearly the same aroma. I looked down at the only flipping tool I had. A fork-spatula. Great.
I reached back into the drawer and grabbed another one, hopefully to help me pick up the eggs. By now they were cooked about half through, leaving a very small amount of still liquid on top. I stuck my flippers under and slid the egg back at an angle, dumping the liquid in the pan first, allowing it to cook better. I then flipped the egg the rest of the way over, hearing the sizzle as the two parts re-bonded.
I put the spatulas down and grabbed my handful of cheese, crumbling it over the cooked side of the egg. It started melting as soon as it touched the heated purple substance. When I finished crumbling the cheese, I grabbed the mini spatulas and picked up one edge, and seeing that it was cooked on the other side, I picked the rest of that side up and folded it onto the other half, then scooped it up, and put it onto the plate I had brought in earlier.
I then turned off the stove and walked past Fox, who was staring at me in astonishment. There wasn't even anything left in the pan. I walked out of the kitchen, holding my plate like a waiter, and spun it down in front of my seat, then sat, getting ready to chow down.
"That looks HORRIBLE!" Falco exclaimed, a disgusted look on his face.
"Well, I can't say you look much better, but you think you're so great." I countered smoothly.
Fox chuckled from the kitchen door and Falco sat there glaring at me.
I tore off a corner of my strange looking omelet, and took a bite. It didn't even need season salt! The egg must have been naturally salted!
I pulled off another piece and was about to stick it into my mouth when I heard another voice at the door.
"That smells GOOD! Who cooked it?" Krystal walked in, her eyes closed and her nose in the air.
"Um... I cooked it." I said, knowing she didn't really like me.
"Oh," she said, her head coming down and her eyes opening, "On second thought, I already ate this morning."
"You know," I said, annoyed, "this is the only thing I have ever learned to cook in my entire life, and over the course of my life, I've gotten pretty damn good at cooking it, so it's your loss if you don't want any."
Ok, it wasn't exactly classy, but I was tired of her treating me like a bug.
She looked at me in shock, making me start to regret being that mean. Even Fox was looking at me in anger. I almost apologized when Krystal's face broke out into a big grin.
"You're capable of standing up for yourself. Good," she smiled and walked to sit next to me.
"Ok," I said, mildly confused, splitting my omelette in half and giving the uneaten half to her. She took it up gingerly, her soft furred fingers brushing mine, and she took a small bite. Her eyes widened and her ears shot streight forward. She looked over at me with her wide eyes and looked back down at the purple object in her hands.
"Hah!" Falco exclaimed, "Told you it looked bad!"
She then took no time to shove most of it into her mouth and start chewing like crazy.
Falco glared at her while Fox and I laughed. I broke half off my half and handed it to Fox, who put it in his mouth and started chewing. His eyebrows raised and he looked at me, nodding in approval.
I grinned and put the rest of my omelette in my mouth, leaving Falco grumbling halfheartedly about being left out.
I was finally accepted to the team. By all the members.
Life would be good!
Finished.
I kind of feel guilty that I haven't spent more time on this story, cuz I meant to get like, two or three chapters done over spring break, but that didn't happen. So here's what I did get done.