Having breakfast with someone may be a common occurrence for many people.
But for Rand, it was quite a novelty—at least for as long as he could remember, there were very few other people's cutlery on his table.
Oh, of course, the time he lived with Vincent was an exception, but Rand swore he would rather eat alone for the rest of his life than suffer the torture of having breakfast with Vincent.
Let's make that first sentence a little more precise.
In Rand's memory, he had never had a warm breakfast with another person.
His adoptive parents were always busy and tired, and many times Rand woke up just in time to see his adoptive mother, the night nurse, teetering on the front porch. And his father seems to be divided into only two states, working hard and sleeping deeply. He'd never had a girlfriend, let alone a close friend, and in that impoverished life, Rand's concept of breakfast was only cheap instant cereal or a leftover sandwich, eggs in sour salad dressing The inside is a ball of batter, and Rand feels that the reason why he has such deep expectations for coffee may have something to do with the smell of instant coffee in the hands of the white-collar workers on the street when he was young...
"Rand?"
Munster uneasily stroked Rand's arm with the tentacles on his forehead, bringing Randra back to the present, who was trapped in distant memories.
"Feel sorry."
Rand patted his forehead and gave it an apologetic smile.
Then he placed Munster's plate of "venison" on the edge of the table.
He allowed Munster the chair and its seat, and then he put his breakfast next to Munster's plate and sat down himself.
Rand can just reach out and pat Munster on the shoulder, which is a little too close for a person and a monster (if you've ever looked at any family, you'll find that there are only extremely close ones) The members only share space at such a distance), but the amazing thing is that Rand doesn't feel offended at all.
On the contrary, it was such a pleasant thing for him to discover for the first time that there was another creature sitting on his right side.
Sunshine, the oily aroma of omelettes and sausages, and great coffee, plus a not-so-empty dining table.
Everything seemed so right.
but…
There was a brief interlude in this near-perfect rhythm a few minutes later, when Rand was eating his own sausage with a fork, and then he felt a strong gaze from the little monster beside him.
It stared blankly at Rand's behavior, with a hint of deep exploration in its eyes.
Rand stopped his fork at the searing stare, and he met Munster.
"What's wrong?"
he asks.
Munster's flexible lizard-like blue tongue darted across its lips, licking the remaining "deer blood" clean.
"breakfast."
It looked at Rand's plate and said.
"breakfast."
Then, it turned its attention to its own plate, where there was still this small piece of "venison" that had not been eaten.
It took Rand a short while to figure out what Munster was trying to say, as if he felt that his food was very different from Rand's food, he protested aggrieved.
Rand felt the muscles above his brow twitching involuntarily. He tried to explain to Munster, but...
"Hey, your recipes are fundamentally different from mine...and to be honest, I really don't know what you're supposed to be eating...I think you should eat what you should be eating until I figure this out..."
The volume of Rand's voice gradually faded.
Because following his words, the tentacles that were standing upright on Munster's head were drooping down at an obvious speed.
Rand feels that he has never seen an animal that expresses the emotion of "frustration" so clearly before. Of course, this is not the point... The point is that his behavior really makes Rand feel a little guilty that he doesn't know how to explain it. and soft-hearted.
Munster is an intelligent creature after all.
He heard the voice in his body speaking.
And what he's offering it now is undoubtedly pet food—perhaps that's the real reason for its protests...
Rand thought.
He looked at the contents of Munster's plate, then took his eyes off the bloody flesh without a trace.
"So, you want to eat the same thing as me?"
Rand was ultimately defeated by Munster's tentacles (which drooped down), and the whimper in his throat that didn't quite fit his gigantic body (sounds like a "chirp" mixed with "chirp").
Munster's four red eyes roamed expectantly over the sausage on Rand's fork.
Rand held his forehead and sighed: "Well, I really lost to you."
As he spoke, he cut off a piece of sausage and handed it to Munster's mouth, and then he watched as Munster grinned at both sides of its mouth that reminded him of a shark. Munster's mouth took the sausage... and the stainless steel fork in Rand's hand.
"Oh no-"
Rand didn't even have time to stop, when he heard a sour voice.
"Squeak-kacha".
That's the sound of metal and teeth rubbing against each other and then breaking.
"No no no!"
Rand jumped up and rushed to Munster's face, then stretched out his hand and pulled its upper and lower lips, opening its mouth forcefully.
He found the fork that had been chewed out of shape between the three teeth of the monster.
Thankfully, Munster's teeth appeared to be intact, which made Rand finally relieved, and he put his finger in Munster's mouth and pinched the small ball of metal.
"God, what are you doing?"
Rand still had the broken fork handle in his hand, and the fork end twisted in his other hand gave him a splitting headache.
"Haw haw?"
Munster moved his body deeper into the chair.
He knew he was in trouble again, and his best option was to just slip away and slip into his new lair, and Rand rarely chased him to the bathroom because he didn't like getting wet. However, this morning, something invisible infected the ignorant head of this monster, and it just wanted to stay here and eat with Rand.
It finds this very happy... (although it messes it all up right away).
"It's dangerous, you just had your teeth replaced, and God knows where I'm going to get you to the vet if yours falls out!"
Rand stood up and threw the completely useless fork into the trash can. He taught Munster very harshly, and then he returned to the table with a brand new fork.
He felt obligated to teach Munster the right way to eat (even if it was for the sake of his white teeth, you know, the monster's baby teeth were in Rand's drawer, a whole box full of them) ).
Rand cut the sausage that had lost its temperature, inserted it, and slowly put it into his mouth. He slowed down his movements as much as possible, and the movements of his facial muscles were exaggerated.
He hoped that Munster could figure out how to do it, and after putting the fork down, he chewed the sausage hard and opened his mouth to show Munster.
"… chew them and swallow them, but only the food part." He shook his fork, "this is a tool, not food... Got it?"
Munster looked at Rand silently.
It reached out nervously and took the fork from Rand's hand.
It has to be said that the behavior of its overly long fingers has become a little embarrassing, but Rand is always there to help it adjust. At last it cut a piece of sausage on a slanted side - straight into Rand's mouth.
"No no no... not so."
Rand avoided Munster's "feeding" with a wry smile.
"I mean, you eat it yourself," he grabbed Munster's hand, it was cold and damp to the touch but Rand didn't feel anything was wrong, he pointed desperately at the piece of meat. Explain, "This is... yours, your food, you put in your mouth."
Munster blinked, but it was still stubbornly trying to get the first piece of food it cut into Rand's mouth.
Rand finally had to swallow the piece of meat sausage that was too large... He just thought that Munster didn't understand it, but after seeing Rand eating the food, Munster suddenly brought his face to Rand in front of Germany.
His movements were so fast that Rand didn't react at all, he was just surprised to feel something cold and hard on his mouth.
It wasn't until a moment later that he suddenly realized that Munster's mouth was directly on his own.
A blue tongue burrowed into the inside of his mouth.
"Man-bah..."
Rand felt his heart stop for a moment.
It's hard to describe what it feels like, it must be said, like a live octopus crawling into your mouth.
Rand even licked Munster's tongue. It was moist and had a very light salty taste. The tentacles in the sunflower state stuck to his tongue, gums and inner walls after they entered his mouth. , brings a very subtle tingling…
Time seemed to stand still, for Rand.
In fact, in reality, I am afraid that this behavior only lasted for less than a second. After Rand reacted, he slapped Munster on the face. He held the little monster's hard head covered with thin scales with both hands, and forcibly tore it off his face.
Then he snarled in pain and rushed to the sink, spit into the sink and started gargling like crazy.
That subtle feeling still lingered in his mouth, making the scalp tingle.