Eat the kitchen empty

Are you implying I am a clutz?

'Yes.', he said, his smile showing tips of his teeth, as he grabbed his tray, turning around to face her again. 'And I do believe I have acquired enough evidence in the last hour to completely back that statement. It's undeniable.', he was still smiling, and there was no malice in his tone, so he hoped she wouldn't take him wrong. At that moment, Spirit came between them, carrying his own special tray in his teeth.

As he was not really a wolf or a dog, Spirit didn't eat only meet, and even when he did, he despised it raw. He judged everything by the taste, just like humans did, and thus eat pretty much everything, just in very large amounts.

'Lts g', he tried to say, his mouth full of plastic, his head trying to balance it all out.

'It appears there is no place here anymore.', William said looking around the room. 'Let's go to the roof. There's less people there now when it's colder.'

'Tsk, don't even go there.', he said, opening the door to the roof for her. 'The last time I slipped, I was 18 months old, and still learning to walk.', he joked. 'I'll have you know that I trained almost every sport you can think of, and have a too good of a balance for that.' Just out of spite, and to prove her point wrong, he suddenly turned on his feet, barely moving any other part of his body, and that somehow got him in front of her, still holding the door, but now with his back, and from the other side of the door frame. 'You see?', he laughed, tilting his head towards the stairs.
'Come on. I'm hungry, and I want to finish my lunch before the break ends.'

The roof? Isn't that a place usually for couples?

Indeed, once they got there, there were some couples on the roof, snuggling beside each other, hidden in corners and worlds of their own. Nobody paid them much mind as there were also larger groups of friends, all hanging around happily.

'Don't worry.', he reassured her. 'Unless we start kissing like there is no tomorrow, not unlike those two,', he pointed at one of the couples, 'nobody would automatically assume we are together. All kinds of people come here, even the teachers sometimes.'

Being two steps ahead of them, and not really having to bother with conversation, Spirit already went on, and find a place for himself. Starting on his food, he patiently waited for William to come over and sit down, before looking at him. Young man laughed, opening the Cola he bought, pouring it in the bowl-like dent in Spirit's tray. He himself opened a Sprite and looked at her from the ground. 'Come, sit. You don't have any drinks there. Want the third can?'

Do you sometimes bring others here to this nest of a roof?

'No way.', he said, laughing as he gave her the last drink, a bright-orange Fanta can, as it was all that was left on his tray. 'I'm too new for that. In all honesty, I found about the roof only a few weeks ago, when some guys invited me to come here with them. It's kinda interesting if you think about it.', he said, taking a sip of his Sprite. 'They showed it to me, so I can show it to you now. I guess that's how experience works, or something.', he took another sip, before opening his sandwich and biting into it. 'Man, I'm feeling old.', he chuckled. 'And I'm only 18.' He took a look at her from the side.

There were some questions here that you just didn't ask. 'What can you do?' was a biggest one of them. Some people don't feel comfortable with their powers, or they simply don't want to talk about them. Thus, you don't ask, not if you won't to avoid being burned to the ground, or, even worse, be asked questions you don't want answered. 'Why are you here?' was also one of the questions you just couldn't ask. 'Where are you from?' was just his personal addition to the list, since those questions usually end with 'And you?' and he really didn't want to think about it, his home, let alone talk about it. The tattoo on his back, a sleeping creature nested between his shoulder blades itched silently, reminding him of the way he said good-bye to his old life.

However, despite all that, there were also questions you could ask, otherwise you would never get to know another student in your life. 'How about you? If I may ask. How old are you?'

That must make me a frail old grandma.

'Well, you do have a strange way of speaking. Like you were from the last century.', he chuckled softly, taking a huge bite out of his sandwich. When he wanted to, he could eat just about much as Spirit. 'But, that wasn't what I meant when I said 'old.'', he added, a solemn look on his face now. 'I meant... Inside. Like... I've seen a lot of stuff or something.' He sighed. 'Perhaps a better word would be tired.'

I have read that I may live on for several centuries, well at least that's what the mythology says about my, curse.

'Sounds tough.', he said in a soft voice. 'I don't know much about my power either. For all I know, it might be the same for me.'

Spirit knew that it wasn't like that, being the summoned creature, but he said nothing, letting him comfort the girl, in case she needed some encouraging words.

'I'm sorry about asking.', he added in the end thoughtfully. 'I was just making small talk, but I know there are people who are uncomfortable talking about certan stuff. Hell, I'm one of them.'

He sat still for a minute, then bitinto his sandwich again. He didn't smile, but he said in a playful tone: 'I really don't think so. I lived with Spirit for so long, and you are nowhere near his level of anonoying.' The creatures ears twiched, and he raised his head growling. William gave him a chalanging look, and soon of they were, wrestling on the ground, their food all but forgoten. At least they didn't spill it all over the floor-or roof in this case-as they usually do.

As they wresteled playfully, Spirit's attack all teeth and claws, and William's fiests and hard punches (yet, there was still a wound to show on both), the words he left unsaid echoed in William's head.

I lost nothing coming here. If anything, I gained the piece of myself back.