One bowl of Spicy Noodles

Chapter 8

Waking up, Red Son can't help but feel a bit sleepy. Last night was fun, but he certainly stayed up a bit too long. Though, he remembers clearly that he wasn't with MK when he went to bed. Yet, here MK was, holding Red Son in his arms. Red Son is facing MK, seeing his peaceful face. He decides not to move, wanting to stay like this for a bit longer. He snuggles into MK's grasp, holding him tightly. The two hold onto each other for a moment. Then MK is hit by something--the only way that he can describe it is light--and disappears into tiny strands of hair. Red Son practically jumps up extremely concerned that MK poofed out of existence.

"Morning, Red. And, sorry for startling you."

He turns around, seeing MK standing.

"What just..."

"Oh, right, you know I can duplicate myself and last night I did that and that was the last one."

"When did that happen?"

"When you were asleep and Mei wanted to draw on your face. So, I made more of me to stop her from drawing on your face. You're welcome for that by the way.."

"Well, that... okay, doesn't matter."

Red Son shakes off the blanket, getting hair on the floor.

"Wait, were you snuggling up to my clone?"

"No, your clone was snuggling up to me. Last I remember, I was sleeping alone and then woke up by you... well, your clone. I just thought it would be... rude to wake you."

"Uh-huh?"

"I didn't know how long you stayed up for, and yesterday was rather... hectic."

"You know your hair flares when you're embarrassed."

Red Son notes that his hair is flaring a bit... it's noticeable. He'll have to get a handle on that for the future.

"Yes, embarrassed for you and your inferior mind thinking I'd do something like that."

"You mean like we did yesterday?"

"I'd like to end this conversation and go back to sleep."

Red Son grabs some blankets, getting comfy in the warm bliss of fluff. Though, it's mainly thanks to his fire powers and blushing face that it's warm. MK decides to test the waters, or in this case fire, with how close he can get to Red Son and for how long while he's like this. He lays down near him, getting snug in the blankets. MK slowly feels the heat rising, and he begins to wonder when the bed itself will catch fire.

"Do me a favor, Noodle boy, and give me some personal space."

"Pffft, you're adorable, Red Son."

"You know what? Where's the shower? I feel like there some of that hair on me still."

MK points in a direction.

"That way."

Red Son gets up, getting to his bags, and looking for his clothes. He pulls out a pair of briefs, some pants, and a shirt. He walks in the direction MK pointed, quickly finding the bathroom.

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Red Son finishes taking a shower, and he quickly gets dried off and dressed. Then, he notices a large tear in his shirt. He's surprised that he didn't notice it before. This won't do. His favorite shirt can't be ripped, so he'll have to sew it back together. He walks out, going up to the others. He notes that MK and Mei are both sitting on the couch.

"Is there a sewing kit around here? My shirt has a tear in it and it's imperative that I fix it."

They turn to look at him, but stop and stare for a moment. Well, before Mei speaks up.

"Wow, Red! Nice abs! Not like Sandy, but still lookin' good!"

"Um... thanks? Can you answer my question now?"

"Broom closet, over there, top shelf!"

Red Son walks over, not wanting to question what those two bozos are doing. He finds it, walking back to the couch. He opens the sewing kit, getting to work on fixing his shirt. He quickly threads the needle, showing high skill in the task at hand. He can hear Mei and MK whispering in the background, but that doesn't distract him. He's simply getting his work done. Mei soon looms over his shoulder, halting his work.

"Hey, Red, why do you know how to sew?"

"Well, when you have to power of fire you can't exactly have combustible clothing. So, getting fireproof fabric and making your own clothes out of it is essential. Of course, it took me years to master the craft, and my wardrobe is mainly my design. Even my iconic jacket is my doing~!"

"Heh, what about cooking then?"

"What kind of idiot do I look like to you? Of course I know how to cook! I stopped eating my mother's cooking ages ago! It doesn't meet my standards."

"Wow... it's great that fast food and take out meets your standards!"

Red Son stutters for a moment before gathering himself.

"It's quick, affordable, and better than nothing. It's adequate is what I'm getting at."

MK grabs something, joining the conversation.

"Do these chips meet your standards?"

"What are 'chips'?"

MK and Mei both gasp before MK opens the bag.

"You have to try these! They're spicy and everything!"

"Well, I'm a bit busy right now..."

Red Son is hesitant to eat whatever comes out of a bag.

"Come on! Just try it!"

Red Son takes a chip, begrudgingly eating it. Then, he looks at MK, quickly grabbing the bag and emptying the contents quickly, devouring it.

"Pfft- you like it that much?"

"You better have more."

"You can have more after a real breakfast. Come on, I know how to make some good pancakes. The secret is adding cinnamon to it."

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After a long day, MK sleeps in the pillow-bed fort, completely unconscious. Red Son goes over to the bed, seeing MK taking up most of the space. So, Red Son moves him to the side a bit to make room for himself. It doesn't take long for Red Son to get comfy. Then, to Red Son's surprise, MK rolls over. MK, completely asleep, is now cuddling Red Son. Red Son flares up, before calming down as not to wake MK. He's facing opposite to MK, but that's okay. For now, Red Son's okay with being held like this. He snuggles in, already starting to fall asleep.