The Scientist

Dr Zedaph

Tango pov:

Dr. Zedaph stayed beside me, his presence steady and comforting while Mr. Impulse and Xisuma busied themselves in the kitchen. I half-expected them to just cook something for themselves, but that didn’t happen. Soon enough, they brought out the food, plates balanced in their arms, laughter spilling out of the kitchen along with the delicious smells.

We didn’t sit at the dining table, though—I noticed they didn’t have enough chairs for all of us. Instead, we gathered around the coffee table in the living room, everyone settling down in various spots. Some sat on the floor, others leaned against the couch, and I, well, I stayed wrapped in the blanket.

I didn’t really want to leave the cozy cocoon I had created for myself, and thankfully, no one made a fuss about it. Mr. Impulse chuckled when he noticed, waving a plate in my direction.

"So Mr blanket what do you want to eat?" He asked playfully that made me chuckle a bit I smiled at Mr. Impulse’s playful tone, my grip on the blanket loosening just a little as I chuckled. "I’m good with anything, just don’t burn the toast," I joked back, my voice lighter than it had been in days. Dr. Zedaph had shifted slightly away, giving me space while I stayed wrapped up like a burrito. I was just starting to relax when something—or rather, someone—stumbled out of one of the rooms in the back.

Scar, Cub, and I all turned our heads in sync, our eyes landing on the disheveled figure making a beeline for the coffee maker. It was Mr. Skizz, hair sticking out in every direction, and an expression that said he hadn’t quite woken up yet. Without a word to anyone, he shuffled across the living room with the singular focus of someone in desperate need of caffeine.

Scar snickered, leaning over to Cub. "Looks like someone had a rough night."

"Or just a rough morning," Cub added with a grin, watching as Mr. Skizz fumbled with the coffee machine, glaring at it like it was somehow responsible for his current state of exhaustion.

"Morning, sunshine!" Mr. Impulse called out with a laugh, still holding a plate in one hand as he made room for Mr. Skizz to join us. "You’re just in time for breakfast."

I couldn’t help but chuckle quietly as I watched Mr. Skizz go through his morning ritual. It was almost impressive how he managed to pour himself a cup mid-brew without spilling a single drop, like he’d perfected the art over countless groggy mornings. The rest of us just stared in a mix of amusement and awe as he took a sip, eyes still half-lidded, before shuffling over to join us at the coffee table.

"That… was something," I mumbled under my breath, glancing over at Cub and Scar, who were both grinning at the spectacle.

Scar shook his head, leaning back a bit. "He’s got that down to a science. I swear he could do it in his sleep."

"Looks like he is doing it in his sleep," Cub joked, causing another round of quiet laughter.

Mr. Skizz finally seemed to register that we were all watching him, and he raised his mug slightly in acknowledgment before taking another long sip. "Morning," he muttered, his voice still rough with sleep, but there was a small smirk on his face now.

Mr. Impulse, still standing with the plate in hand, chuckled and waved the food towards Mr. Skizz. "You want some food with that coffee, or is that all you need to survive?"

Mr. Skizz gave a tired grin. "Coffee first. Food later."

With that, he collapsed onto the nearest open spot on the sofa sitting next to me he was making sure not to spill it but he then looked at me with a curious look. " Aren't you from the nether shouldn't you be warm enough naturally?" He didn't sound accusatory he just sounded curious and I didn't know how to respond to that so I just ended up pulling the blanket closer to me hiding my face slightly.  " In the facility they kept his room pretty cold so I'm not surprised he's bundled up right now" Dr Zedaph said as he was munching on a piece of bacon.