Mission To The Unknown

Mission: Impossible (7)

Second slowly opened his eyes, feeling groggy and disoriented. His eyelids felt like they were glued shut as he forced them open. He sat up in the unfamiliar bed with a groan, stretching his arms high above his head. The marathon of walking and running the day before had left his muscles stiff and protesting.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the lingering sleep, and combed his fingers through his long, messy hair as he stumbled out of the room. The sweet smell of warm food caught his attention as he walked to what he believed to be the kitchen, hoping for a good breakfast. Green, his new ally in this whole mess, was plating a stack of fluffy pancakes, drizzling them with syrup and adding dollops of whipped cream. To top it off, he was singing and dancing, twirling around the kitchen with the grace of a seasoned performer.

The sight was so captivating that Second just stood there, mesmerized by the performance. He didn't know Green was actually this good!
Green finished his impromptu routine by spinning on his heel, two forks and knives clutched in his hands. With a flick of his wrists, he sent the cutlery flying through the air, landing with satisfying clicks beside the plates on the table then strikes a final pose.

"Ta-da!". He announced, bowing dramatically as if facing a cheering audience. Startled, Second blinked, then burst into applause, the unexpected applause takes Green by surprise as he turned around.

"Bravo! Encore! I give you a ten out of ten!". Green froze, his face turning the same shade as the cherries on top of the pancakes. He snatched a nearby kitchen towel and tossed it at Second, who just laughed harder.

"Amazing, Green! Seriously, where'd you learn to move like that?". He asked with sincere curiosity, though Green didn't appreciate Second sneaking up to him.

"Why didn't you say something, stupid?!". Green sputtered, his cheeks still flushed and Second just rolled his eyes, forgetting how flustered Green could get.

"Okay, good morning to you too, I guess". He replied, his voice thick with sarcasm. Second's eyes then landed on the food in front of him and didn't realized how hungry he was until he heared his stomach announced its emptiness with a loud growl that made both Green and Second chuckle lightly.

"So, can a starving man get something to eat, or are you planning a dance marathon?". He asks, grinning. Green just sigh then rolls his eyes and responds with equal sarcasm.

"You may have a seat, your highness". Second chuckled and took the seat across from Green. They dug into the delicious breakfast, a temporary calm settling over them. It was a long, five minutes of silence with Second seeming to enjoy every bite of his pancakes, then for some reason glanced up to find Green staring intently at his plate, his earlier embarrassment still lingering. So, Second decided to ask about their plan to get the information they need.

"So... about meeting your friend, when are we heading out?". Second began casually. Green's head shot up, his eyes wide as he laughed nervously, taking a large bite of pancake, stuffing it all at once and looking away.

"Ah, about that…it might take a while". He murmered under his breath, making Second narrow his eyes, suspicion creeping into his voice.

"Why? And who exactly is this friend, anyway? You've been awfully vague about all this". Second commented on the matter with his eyes fixed on Green who seemed more and more nervous as he explained.

"Remember when I said I knew someone who could give us the information we need?". Second nodded, his curiosity piqued then Green continued, leaning closer.

"W-Well, this someone… might be…the prince of the Artemis kingdom...?". He finished with a nervous chuckle in the end while fiddling with his fingers. Unexpectedly, Second almost choked on his food at hearing the word 'prince' and started coughing hard, sputtering and gasping. Green quickly jumped up, concern etched on his face, grabbing the cup of orange juice and practically forcing it into Second's hand.