[ Volume I: "VALORANT PROTOCOL HISTORY VOL. 1" ]
[ Chapter XI (11): "PANCAKE PARTY!" ]
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[ SOUTHSIDE KITCHEN, VALORANT HQ, EARTH ALPHA. UNIVERSE 2006-180819 ( VALORANT-UNIVERSE ) ] [ SEPTEMBER 13, 2038 ( 9 AFL ) ]
[ "I really can't believe this." ] [ "Hmm?" ] Felix Harp, also known as Agent 08 looks around his surroundings as he hides a pen into his pocket, a plate full of pancakes and a note flying out the room — he started to notice the much lovelier atmosphere as Cypher sits right in-between him and Alex, the puppy, the said Intel Agent about to eat the pancakes as discreetly as possible — using a weird contraption to not let his face be seen. [ "I mean, Cypher what is this... thing?" ] No, Felix is both confused and curious as he watches on in seeing the weird masklike-object for the first time.
[ "Oh, this is art." ] [ "The pancakes or the mask?" ] Felix knows the pancakes that he helped cook are artform by itself entitled to praise and attention, but subjective opinions vary from person-to-person so is Cypher talking about the art which is the mountain of pancakes with syrup, frosting, strawberries and such or the garbage that he is holding. Which one is it? "The mask." Cypher says in a merry tone accompanied by his eyes showing his joy, [ "Sureee, yeah." ]
[ "Pancakes." ] Felix watches Charles who's right beside Cypher chirping, the small phantom bird eating solid foods without care — the pancakes with ease like the other two of his siblings — Alex and Dorothy who's up for round three...? Fourth, or probably the fifth in this situation — don't matter they could be seen eating away on the side, Alex the puppy in a messy way and Dorothy the kitten in an elegant but still rush manner.
Felix knowing the appetite of his familiars which he treats as his children used magic on the side allowing utensils and other cooking materials to partially gain sentience — the knife worried about slicing, the pan worried about flipping the pancakes, the box of ready-to-bake pancakes waiting patiently in line to be cooked then be thrown to the side on the stack of empty boxes losing their magic. The plates ready to be served constantly flying to the long enough table which Charles, Cypher, Dorothy, Alex, and Felix occupies.
[ "That still do looks weird, do me a favor chef keep that away from me." ] [ "WAHF!" ] Alex barks in the side tails wagging rapidly hitting the specially customized chair that Killjoy created for them as his eyes shines bright — not fully understanding what his father said but agreeing to it nonetheless, the quiet yet high pitched yelp of his getting the attention of the people inside the room — but especially to the people who's outside the door of the kitchen, the feet outside rapidly approaching audible as the door opens with a loud thud.
[ "ALEX!" ] ( "Oh... Phoenix." ) [ "WOFH!" ] The already waging tail of Alex wiggle more as he heard the cocky british accent of his best friend — Agent Phoenix in his usual combat getup, the dust still on him as he came out from practice, "Come here bruv give me five." Phoenix slides on the stone floor beneath him as he stops exactly in front of Alex, as the said one year old puppy gives his best friend the desirable high five not leaving him in the air.
[ "There we go! See that Felix, that's how it's done." ] Phoenix's eyes practically glows standing up as his flame-based powers instinctively activates — in seeing the particles the puppy played with it, the flames not burning him onebit but instead warming him up from the not-so-cold but cold enough constant temperature that all Valorant Facilities has.
[ "Pancakes baby, come on let's start this." ] Phoenix sat down at one of the chairs, by that I meant he dragged one nearby and placed it right beside Felix and Alex literally butting in as he waves mock in the air — like asking for a waiter, [ "Aye boss let me have sum." ] And as he does so Felix motions for one to fly in front of him, ready and all, [ "This is what I'm talking about." ] Phoenix not caring about manners bit the strawberries and ate the pancakes using his hand, avoiding the syrup as best as he could.
