Belong

Chapter 13 - Hybrid

Silver sighed as he rubbed his temples, feeling inexplicably anxious. He knew Venice would be fine with Amy, unlike some other people she'd never let him out of her sight or nearly drown in a lake, but he couldn't help but worry. Venice was startled so easily, and he had problems with controlling his power... Shaking his head firmly Silver decided to have faith in his friend. He had grown a lot since their first meeting, becoming more confident and outgoing with every day. His relapses into the shy, terrified teen he was before were becoming less and less. He'd be fine.

As he waited for Amy and Venice to come back to the kitchen of the HQ, he used his powers to fiddle with a salt shaker to entertain himself. Throwing away Venice's torn shoes and putting his coat and gloves in the wash had taken minutes at best, and he had been sitting here ever since, making the tiny object bop up and down through the air. They were taking a lot longer than he had expected, though, and his stomach rumbled. He didn't really know what he was allowed to take from the fridge and cupboards, especially not after some incidents that had taken place during the war. He wanted to eat together with his friends anyway, it was more convivial like that.

A giggle behind the door to the hallway caught his attention, and he carefully put down the floating item before turning towards it. It creaked open very slightly and Amy slipped through the tiny gap, closing it behind her immediately. He raised an eyebrow at her odd performance.

"Close your eyes," was the only thing she said as she turned towards the door once again, putting her hand on the handle. Covering his eyes with his hands and closing them for good measure, he heard Amy giggle again and some shuffles towards him that had to be Venice's. At Amy's giddy "Alright!" he opened them again, and he jumped up while grinning when he saw Venice stand in front of him, with shiny grey boots and fitting bracelets.

"Ooh! You look good, Ven!" Silver complimented his lookalike as he twirled around him to view him from every angle. The boots were structured quite similarly to his, but also had some key differences. Just like how he and Venice were so similar yet also different in their overall appearance. Amy had done a good job, they fitted Venice perfectly. "They look like mine!" he joyfully noted.

Venice looked at his gloveless hands he was fiddling with, though Silver could hear from his tone of voice he was happy also. "That's why I picked them," Venice explained timidly as he peeked at Silver from the corner of his eye. "Do you... think they look good?" Dropping himself in front of Venice and ruffling his quills, Silver laughed. "They look great! It's an honour," he assured the ivory psychic.

During Silver's inspection Amy had made her way further into the kitchen and was now hectically collecting plates, mugs and cutlery. "I just realised we didn't even offer you two anything to eat! You must be starving! I'll make you something, what would you like?"

Picking up everything she was carrying with his powers, Silver easily put each thing in its place on the table surface, dropping the much-abused salt shaker in the middle as he inconspicuously brushed away some kernels from the table. "I have no preference myself, but do you have anything you want to eat, Ven?" Both he and Amy laughed as Venice bashfully mumbled that he liked Amy's soup, blushing furiously as he played with his fingers and stared at his boots. "One portion of soup for each, coming up! Go sit down, I'll handle this." Grabbing all the required ingredients and pans, Amy went to work.

Pulling out a chair for Venice to sit on and returning to his own seat, Silver made some small talk with both his friends as they waited for Amy to finish cooking. It didn't take long for the kitchen to be filled with the smell of fresh bread and boiling soup, and Silver could feel his stomach rumble more intensely and his mouth water. "I like cooking as well, but I once nearly set the kitchen on fire and now I'm not allowed to touch anything without supervision," he disclosed to Venice with an exaggerated eyeroll, making the other psychic giggle.