Chapter seven: Speechless Thunder King and Toast (Normal POV)

When Spitfire woke up the next morning he regretted his decision of staying with Pheonix on the couch because only moving an inch already became the most painful thing ever.

He moaned when he finally had managed to get into a sitting position.

The next second he recognized that Phoenix wasn't by his side, but before he could completely panic the red-haired girl entered the living room with a slice of bread in her hand.

"You're up?", she asked with big, round, red eyes.

"I guess so", answered the Flame King while rubbing his still sleepy eyes. "Could you bring me a slice of bread, too?"

Phoenix smiled brightly and nodded

"Sure, just wait a second."

Then she dissappeared in the kitchen once again. Wild rustling got to Spitfire's ears and suddenly he wondered if the reason for him to wake up was Phoenix' quest for food.

When she came back, she handed Spitfire a dry slice of bread. The red-haired man took the offered food and looked at it for a while then he took a bite and patted Phoenix on the head. He stood up, removed his hand from the girl's head and mumbled.

"Come on, let's show you how to use a toaster."

Phoenix looked up at him with pure curiousity in her eyes. Then she followed him back into the kitchen while eating her own bread.

"What's a toaster, Spitfire?"

This morning Phoenix learned how to make a toast. Twenty mintes later she was pretty good at toasting and she and Spitfire sat in the kitchen with about ten toasts for each of them.

"This toaster-thing is an amazing invention", mentioned Phoenix after a while.

"Mhm", the Flame King mumbled between two sips of coffee.

"And you have plenty of food in the fridge. It's also very amazing."

Phoenix was absolutely fascinated by the breakfast which Spitfire had prepared while she had been toasting every slice of bread she had found in the kitchen.

"I'm glad it fits your taste."

"It absolutely does."

Seeing that bright smile and those shining, red eyes, Spitfire felt like his heart were embraced by a pleasant warmth. He took another sip of coffee and went on with watching Phoenix while she tried everything he had placed on the kitchen-table.

As suddenly the bell rang Spitfire almost dropped his coffee. With a racing heart he turned towards the direction of the door of his appartment.

"Shall I go?", Phoenix asked as she recognized Spitfire's shocked face.

"Oh . . . uhm, yeah", he mentioned and the next second Phoenix had already reached the door and opened it.

Meanwhile the Flame King slowly stood up while listening closely to every noise cominng his way from the now opened door.

"Good Morning."

Phoenix' happy voice reached Spitfire's ear.

"Uhm . . . m-morning."

And a second voice which the red-haired man also knew pretty good sounded from the corridor. Spitfire stood up and made his way to the door where he found a very confused Thunder King staring down at Phoenix.

"Hey, Nue, what's up?", he waved at him with a wide smile on his lips.

Nue didn't answer just raised his gaze to stare at Spitfire and kept simply staring for the next few moments.

The Flame King obviously enjoyed the situation because it couldn't experience a speechless and absolutely confused Thunder King every day.

"Spit – what? . . . who? . . . why?", the light-purple-haired guy stuttered while trying to discover the meaning of the situation.

"Oh, may I introduce you to Pheonix, my new roomie."

Than he turned to Phoenix and said:

"Phoenix, this is Nue . . . a very good friend of mine."

Nue looked down at the smiling girl in front of him again then his gaze got back to Spitfire who had an even bigger smile on his face.

A great silence grew between those three . . . it grew bigger . . . and bigger . . . . and bigger . . . . and so on. The Thunder King stood in the entrance like frozen.

"Oh, come on in, Nue, take a seat!"

Spitfire finally broke the silence and dragged his friend into the appartment heading towards the kitchen. Phoenix followed them raising her arms over her head and called out:

"Yay, have a seat! Have toast!"

Nue turned his face towards Spitfire.

"Toast?", he asked clueless; but he only got a nod from his older friend.