Magma turned to Enker as he reached out for a few servings of this and that, devouring a quick roll in one bite, “I have been here for a long time, it’s a good time. I try to have a good time, every day.” And without much thought slid a rib into his mouth and bit off half, bone and all.
“Hoodliing is something I know you and Punk exceed in. Think of it more as a general term!” He teases, he sets a plate of bacon infront of Punk. “Also I know.” He pats his brothers head before confronting the strange monk from under the table.
“We do not eat the bones, save them for Opera.” He chastises Magma a little as he drops some napkins down onto the table for them all. “Eat up! Before it gets cold.” Enker says with a sigh as he blows blond hair out of his face. He takes a seat as well, and pulls over some eggs and sausage.
“NO” Punk snaps out of nowhere, glaring down and pointing at a pair of potato-shaped pugs. One donned a pink studded collar, the other a little top hat. “Your fat asses’re on a diet. I dunno what Shade keeps feedin’ you.” The pugs whine and smack their lips at him. “Ain’t happenin’.” He returns to the table and proceeds to snack on the bacon. Candied. Fuck yes.
He addressed Ballade next. “Dude there’s three aliens livin’ here. One of ‘em turned his room into a mini beach an’ chucked his tablet out a closed window. Mag’s ain’t even a li’l bit weird.”
“Well he’s eccentric at least, as for the aliens, Space was pretty cool. Too bad dad’s space station blow up with me on it, but that’s life I guess,” Ballade replied as he made his spot at the table, grabbing a plate and the necessary utensils.
“And for your information Enker, Punk was the hoodlum, I was more of a partier back then. The worst I did was bust up a room or two,” he said to his eldest brother in mock offense.
Magma smelled the delicious smells and pondered the meaning. He felt the energies shift as the table was set and the room became festive with warm intentions and affections. His examination of the chi flow of the room by effect of furniture became much less interesting as Punk and Ballade came into the fray.
The ones and zeros in their infinite layers faded from his processors as he opened his eyes and rolled out from under the table. His reddish robes contrasting with the white as he rolled under the concealing table cloth and sprang up suddenly asking “Hi! Is there room for one more at the table?”
Enkers face turns red for a moment and he stuffs a chicken leg into Punks mouth, moving away from his brothers and dusting off his apron. “Um yes, the food is free to eat. Have as much as you wish, Brothers.” He motions to the table, taking a wet towel and cleaning up his mess.
Smiling to himself, as he looks back at his brothers. “Hoodlums like you need to keep a healthy appetite. Food is good for the soul, even if we don’t really need it.”
Enker did jump in surprise when the Monk came from nowhere. “S..sir Magma!….how long have you nee under there?” He asks, leaning down to peer under the table.
Okay it wasn’t a turkey leg, but at least it was barbecue. Enker would live another day without being embarrassingly noogied by his younger brother. Punk stands and ruffles Enker’s hair with his clean hand while the other removes the drumstick from his teeth, minus a mouthful, and drops it onto an empty plate in front of a chair while he chews.
“You’re kinda th’ best big brother ever an’ shit, y’know?” Except for the whole ‘hey maybe we don’t need to kill Rock even though that’s the only reason we exist’ thing. But that could be forgiven for now.
Ballade grabbed a plate and began to pick various foods he wished to try, some ribs, a bit of coleslaw, and serving of mashed potatoes.
“Who ya calling a hoodlum, Enker? I’ll have you know I haven’t been to a hood in months,” the lanky RKN sarcastically defended himself.
With there surprise arrival of Magma Ballade turned to Punk, “You got some weird guests here, bro.”
The smell of dinner wafted through the hotel, caught in the vents, hitting every room like a deadly assassin. Home cooking. It was enough to drop any good man to his knees, the smell of meat and vegetables, noodles and rice. Bacon.
Enker liked to keep himself busy, and by being busy it meant joining the local co-op store, finding jobs to earn money, start an animal husbandry on the roof and cook. He only used the freshest ingredients, he hated fast food and most restaurants had it hard when he ate at them because he was such a little critic. Not afraid to call the chef over and school him on how its done. Which was why he wasn’t allowed back in most restaurants and why he was a little famous on Yelp.
But he loved cooking for his brothers and so the table was literally filled with all sorts of foods, nobody asked him to cook. But when he got depressed he usually just mindlessly worked, and when he snapped out of his funk he found a banquet was sitting on the table.
The nicely set table. Now to see if anyone actually would come…
If Enker’s hearing was anywhere near above average he’d hear the pitter patter of little feet above his head, a clue as to how panicked Opera, the cats, and the pugs were as some unholy force of adolescent hunger descended on their halls and staircases without mercy.
The pilgrim’s journey came to an end as his mighty platform boots dropped from under him the moment he hit the tile. Punk power slides into the room, almost knocking Enker over and hugging his legs like they were the most cuddly legs he’d ever held.
“Hi Enk how ya doin’ boy that’s a lotta food were ya plannin’ somethin’ or is it just kinda there for like anyone cuz ya know that’s a helluva lotta food an’ it smells awesome as fuck an’-” yeah he was just going to keep rambling until Enker interrupted him or shoved a turkey leg in his mouth.
Ballade mostly kept to himself, he still wasn’t comfortable making grand scenes or throwing parties like he used to, too many things reminded himself of his former life. However the wafting scent of food did manage to get the violet hunter killer robot out of his room.
He went down the stairs to the kitchen, he moved to the beat of an unheard song. “What’s cooking old man?” he commented as he began to gaze upon the feast lying on the table.
These yah bros, Punk? Why yah the only one hidin’ yer face?
We did always look good together.
Just some good natured jokes at your expense bro.
And yes, yes I am.
I’ll let you know that the classical music is inspirational, well thought out and beautiful. Nothing like todays hub bub techno dance music teens listen to. Bumping and grinding like horny fish in a barrel at those filthy dance clubs they go to!
Ah…I do sound old…
I’ll just leave you to mediate on how old you sound.
Punk can be the loud sort. But I do not think even he would interrupt a mediative session. Unless it was an emergency.
Anyway I’ll keep your invitation in mind. It’ll be good to do something with you.
Alright then. Inform me when you wish to try.
Will do and let me know if you ever want to listen to music that isn’t a thousand years old.
Are you saying my taste in music and art is out of date?
Just some good natured jokes at your expense bro.
And yes, yes I am.
Punk can be the loud sort. But I do not think even he would interrupt a mediative session. Unless it was an emergency.
Anyway I’ll keep your invitation in mind. It’ll be good to do something with you.
Alright then. Inform me when you wish to try.
Will do and let me know if you ever want to listen to music that isn’t a thousand years old.
You fear a third party would join us?
Err… You know how Punk is.
Punk can be the loud sort. But I do not think even he would interrupt a mediative session. Unless it was an emergency.
Anyway I’ll keep your invitation in mind. It’ll be good to do something with you.
You wouldn’t be alone brother, you would have me.
I doubt it’d be just the two of us in my head.
You fear a third party would join us?
Err… You know how Punk is.
We have a long time to find the right path, for now just walk a few and see what fits. You can join me in my meditations if you wish.
I’ll consider it bro, but I’m not one to be alone with my thoughts lately.
You wouldn’t be alone brother, you would have me.
I doubt it’d be just the two of us in my head.
