The next night

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You didn't know whether you should be suprised or concerned about the fact that Doppio still knew exactly where your apartment was and also on which floor. Once you were inside you quickly put away your stuff in the kitchen that you bought earlier and told Doppio to already get the blankets from your room again. Since he helped you yesterday you figured that it should be no problem at all for him to find them.

Meanwhile you wondered what you could make for food. You already had pizza yesterday so it should be something different, and now that you had a 'guest' over you can make a bit more than that. But what kind of food would Doppio like? Only one way to find out about that.

"Hey Doppio! Is there something you absolutely don't like to eat?" you shouted over to the living room where you last heard him. You guessed that he was already preparing his bed for tonight.

"No not really." he answered you and then started to walk over into the kitchen. On his way there he however stumbled over his own feet and fell on the floor with a loud thud. "You good?" you asked as soon as you saw him lying on the ground.

"Yeah..." he said before he stood up again and dusted his purple pants off. "So do you like some pasta?" you asked because you just saw the package of those noodles in your bag and it was so easy to make. Doppio was quick to agree, claiming he really liked that and already helped you get out all the stuff you needed from your cupboards.

While you started to heat up the water for the noodles, Doppio already set the table for the two of you and searched for the sauce you wanted to put in it. He asked if you had some candles, simply because he wanted the table to look more beautiful. So in the end you could feel like you would eat at some fancy restaurant while simply eating pasta in your kitchen.

"Can I use your shower?" the pink haired man asked when the two of you had to wait for the noodles to be done. "Sure, also if you want I can give you some other clothes for the night." you offered. He wasn't that tall so if you gave him a sweater and some loose pants it should fit him just fine.

He thanked you and waited patiently in front of the bathroom for you to arrive with the clothes before he went inside to take his shower. In the meantime you waited in the kitchen, occasionally checking if the food was done.

When the door from your bathroom opened you almost were ready, you only needed to let it heat up for another time. When that was also done you sat down by the table and waited for Doppio to take a seat himself.

While eating you just talked a bit about your day and this time it wasn't only you asking the question. This whole conversation just felt a lot more comfortable and you were actually starting to like the way Doppio was talking. You weren't sure if it were the awkward jokes he always tried to make to ease up some tension, or the way his brown eyes looked into yours whenever you told him something. He just gave you the feeling that he was paying attention to what you were saying.

All of the sudden whilst he was talking he suddenly stopped mid-sentence. It was like his whole body froze, causing him to drop his fork as his eyes stared blankly in front of him.

"Turururururu." he made the noise of a phone ringing. You almost wondered if it was some kind of joke again, but he seemed so serious about it.

"Where is it?" he asked suddenly searching around your table with panic. "Where is what?" you questioned him. "The phone of course! Are you deaf or something?!" he screamed back at you. Even if you didn't know him for long you never imagined him getting this furious and worked up.

Then he leaned over the table and ripped your fork out of your hand. "What are you do-" you didn't get to finish your sentence as he held his finger up to your lips to signal you to be silent. "Turururururu." he started again, this time louder before he leaned back on his chair again and held the fork up to his ear. There he made a single beeping sound and started talking.

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