I've Arrived

That's too Hot!

   "Not another word!" 
Egon swiftly ends what Vin is revving up to say. 
"If you say anything about my Dad's body or anything vulgar you want to do with him... or us... Ergh!... that's my DAD!!  I won't help you at all. I will kick you out of here!

  Why is he always so serious?  And what constitutes as vulgar?
I won't last out there alone.  I may not find another Egon who will allow me to join them. Ok, ok, avoid talking about his Dad. That plan could work.. possibly
"Alright, your Dad is off limits. I got it."  Though, one question nags at his mind.  It wont be ignored 
"Why didn't you make me hide or tell me to be quiet as he walked in?  Is it ok to walk and talk in front of your Dad?  I thought no one else discovering me was important to you."

   Shit, I hoped that would have flown past his radar. 
Egon grips his his hands on his knees tightly. 
This topic turns on the emotions.  Breathe in Breathe out.  And begin. 
"He doesn't notice anything anymore, he barely notices me.  It's as if his body is on autopilot.  His mind isn't present at all.  I could have the entire animal kingdom in the living room and still gain no reaction out of him.  He'd continue on the monotonous routine he's stuck in."
His lower lip and hands tremble lightly.  He grips his knees to ground himself.

   Vin wants to hug the hurting boy.  He restrains himself,  knowing that would only distress Egon further. 
His stomach churns out a loud grumble. The sounds provides an opening to change the subject.
"I'm famished, do you have anything to eat?"

  Egon immediately nods.  Releasing his taut muscles.  He is saved from hashing out anymore feelings.
"I have some food in the kitchen.  I'll grab something for both of us." 
Egon stands up and heads into the kitchen. 

   Bouncing himself down the couch, then onto the floor, Vin bolts past Egon.  Once he hits the linoleum floor he starts full body sliding.  All four of his legs are akimbo.  His sprawled body slows down  his forward momentum and saves him from crashing into the stove. 
Gathering himself, Vin stands up on his hind legs.  He shrugs off any possible embarrassment. 
That must have appeared impressive to anyone watching.
All of it becomes irrelevant as he takes a gander all around Egon's kitchen.

   Once again, Vin is aflutter with amazement.
"Wow!  I've seen many kitchens.  They are dark and dingy places.  Dirty and greasy.   This!! This is so.. so shiny!" 
He scales himself up a chair.  Pouncing up onto the table.

    Egon growls in distaste.
"No! Down! Get your dirty paws off the table!"  Shaking a finger in Vin's face.

   "First of all, I am not dirty, anywhere.  I keep myself pristine.  Secondly, that chair isn't made for someone of my stature."

   "You mean of your size."

  "No, I mean stature.  Now, what are we going to eat." 
Vin licks his lips in readiness for any tasty morsel.

   "What do you normally eat, or like to eat?" 

   "I eat small birds and lizards."

   Egon freezes and his face screws up in disgust.
"Sorry to disappoint, there are no birds or lizards in the fridge." 
Never thought I'd be saying anything like that out loud.

"You believed me! Haha!"
Vin hops in a celebratory fashion, his tail swishing to and fro. 
"Truth time.I'll eat anything.  Members of the group I'm part of does the hunting and gathering.   I'm used to living off the spoils of everyone else.  The food, water, shelter, warmth, protection, all of it is why being with somebody is vital. 
I provide the merriment and all the passion they can withstand.  My role is vital and no one else but "yours truly" can fulfill the role. "
Vin enthusiastically points both his thumbs at himself .

   Egon frowns.
"You consider that a contribution to an entire group?"

  loudly scoffing, Vin rolls his eyes. "You really have to ask that!?  Just look at me."
Vin stands up tall, puffs out his chest and brandishes a smile that shows off his little fangs.
"Feast your eyes on how debonair I am."

   "That's ... not.."
Egon slumps.
"I'll make us some pizza rolls."  
Yanking a box out of the freezer, he dumps a bunch onto a plate.  Sticks them in the microwave and starts it up. 

   Vin is leaning precariously on the edge of the table, watching the microwave with wonder. 
"What is that?"

  "It's a microwave, it heats food up.  I said I didn't want to answer anymore questions like these today.  That's the last one."  

   The microwave beeps, causing Vin to cover his ears.
"That's a hideous sound." 

   Egon retrieves the plate and sets it on the table. 

The delicious smell  overtakes Vin.  He crouches down and lunges at a pizza roll.  Snags it in his mouth and immediately chomps down into it.

  A muffled whimper howl erupts out of Vin.  He lets the pizza roll drop out of his mouth.  Holding his mouth open as cheese, sauce and drool drip down, he waves his hands feverishly in front of his mouth.  
"Hot!! Hot!! Too hot!!"

   Egon half smiles at the antics.  He is completely entertained by it. 
His kind heart makes him stop watching Vin's futile attempts at cooling his scalded mouth.  Inflicting pain and misery on the weasel was not intended.
Hustling over to the cupboards, he grabs a glass then fills it with cold water.  Hurriedly sets it in front of the weasel on fire.

Vin shoves his entire head in the cup and starts slurping up the cooling water. Pushing himself out of the cup after he downed the entire contents,  his whiskers sagged and dripped in wetness.

   Now that his mouth is no longer being burnt to oblivion, he feels betrayed.
Why would Egon allow this to happen to me? There was no shock on his face, he must have known.  Yet... no forewarning.
"Why would you give me food that's the degree of an inferno?!  How is anyone supposed to eat this?

   Egon still smirks broadly. 
" It's called patience. You gotta wait for hot food to cool a bit."

              "That's absurd."