"Hey Martyr." Spectre said drowsily. His eyes were lazy and red.
"Have Samsara and Blair come back yet?" Martyr asked while he searched through the nearest cabinet where he found a little smooth ceramic forest themed bowl.
"Nah I've got no clue why they've been gone for so long. Also if you're looking for cereal this is the only good kind we have. Everything they gave us is bland-ass protein shit."
Spectre pointed to the fridge in the corner with his spoon. "Milk is in the fridge obviously. The spoons are in the drawer to the right of it."
"Aight, thanks."
Martyr opened the fridge to find a whole assortment of different cheeses, Gatorade's from earth laced with artificial fire, water or forest elements, multiple milk cartons and Martyr's least favorite thing in the world; chocolate protein shakes.
His mom got him some of these when he got into his S ranked class. He hated them with every fiber of his being. Everytime he drank one it made him want to throw up from the chunkiness but he continued to do it because he didn't want to make her feel bad.
He grabbed the opened milk carton, trying not to make eye contact with the protein shakes.
Grabbing a spoon, he walked over to the seat opposite to Spectre and started to pour himself a bowl.
And that's when the smell hit him. A good smell that reminded him of good times, but not one that he expected right now.
Somehow he hadn't noticed but in Spectres other hand he had a dab pen. A simple little black rectangle like object that this fucking guy carried everywhere.
"That's a great breakfast." Martyr joked as he sat down.
"What, you want a hit?" Spectre said, putting it on the table.
"No dumbass, we have a trail in like… who knows how soon. I'm not gonna put weed in my system for that."
"Come on, man. We have our own home. We don't have to worry about parents or the kids in the dorm next to us smelling this shit." Spectre said with his arms out as if presenting the house.
"Plus it won't last that long. You know that."
"Well I'm gonna go back to training with Vanagloria in a few minutes. I'm finding her a weapon to use so it would be a bad time to be foggy headed or dizzy." Martyr flicked the pen back to his side of the table and leaned back into his chair.
"Plus we don't know if the suburban girls are cool with smoking yet. You know that."
"Fine." Spectre said as he slipped it in his pocket.
"Speaking about them, where are they right now?" He said, looking into the living room window.
"Blair is with Samsara on a shopping trip and Vanagloria's in the downstairs shower right now."
"Okay good to know." Spectre leaned in with a grin on his face.
"Have you considered what I said about Blair yet?"
"Dude I told you already, I'm not gonna make any moves on her anytime soon. I don't wanna get into any sort of situation where I do something and the rest of the Vying is awkward tension." Martyr was getting frustrated having to explain this to him every time the two of them were separated from the group.
Spectre finished the rest of the milk left in his bowl he drank as he listened to Martyr.
"That's no fun. You can't tell me we got a house with this crazy attractive girl you met on another fucking island 5 years ago and you don't hit that." Spectre looked like he was starting to get frustrated.
"Nope. And I wouldn't get with her just to "hit that" like I did with somebody like Viper, I would actually try and have a normal relationship for once." Martyr took the first bite of his cereal.
"Okay. But that's boring." Spectre leaned back and took a hit from the pen.
"Bro you have been in the same relationship for like five years. I can't think of a more boring way to have a relationship. You guys are practically an old married couple." Martyr jokes, making Spectre have a spit take of smoke.
"Shut the fuck up." Spectre said as he continued to cough-laugh.
"Plus why are you leaving Vanagloria out of the picture? She's also an option." Martyr leaned back in his chair again.
"I mean…" Spectre stopped to think of the possibility for a second. "She's cute and has a really nice ass and all that, but she's kind of annoying. I sat with her once on the road trip and she like couldn't sit still the whole time, it was really bugging my OCD. Not to mention she would get super emotional every time she remembered she had lightning powers."
"First of all she's really not annoying, she is fun as hell to hang out with. Second, you've gotta stop talking about other girls like that. You've got one."
Spectre grabbed his bowl and got up from his chair. "Samsara doesn't have a problem with that kind of stuff. She knows I wouldn't cheat on her, plus I let her do the same thing."
"Aight then, I won't judge." Martyr says while he judges them.
"Okay you have fun with your cereal and no weed, I'm gonna go unpack my stuff and Samsara's stuff up in one of the rooms upstairs." Spectre says as he puts his bowl in the sink behind Martyr, not washing it.
"If you finish unpacking and we're still down in the training room can you go out and make sure Blair and Samsara haven't died?" Martyr asked him.
"Yeah I gotchu." Spectre said, walking out of the kitchen.
"Shit I hope they aren't spending all the money we got from Vulcan." He thought to himself as he took another bite of cereal.
The two of them really had been gone for a lot longer than he thought.
The town was only like a twenty minute walk away from the cave. So they must be really taking their time.
If the two girls were spending money it might not even end up being a problem soon. If they impress Vega enough for her to give them an endorsement they might end up with some cash to work with.
The more famous of a team they are, the more companies are gonna throw money at them.
"Wow this is real."
Martyr was finally getting his chance to get rich. After 6 years of training for the Vying he might finally be able to get him, his mom and all his younger siblings out of poverty.
"Woah, what is that smell?"
Martyr turns his chair around to see Vanagloria in the doorway blinking like she was having a double take with the smell.
She was wearing more appropriate clothes for training with a neon blue t-shirt and yellow shorts. Her blonde hair was still damp but now that it was finally wasn't messed up he could really notice it's natural waviness.
He noticed a small spark go from the top of her hair all the way down to where it ended a little past her shoulders.
It made him wonder if it was even safe for her to be near water anymore.
"It smells kind of good actually. Is there some sort of candle around?" Vanagloria started walking over to him.
"Maybe, I don't know." He shrugged, lying.
"Oh food." She said as she noticed his cereal.
"Yeah grab something before we go back down. Get something with protein in it too, I remember seeing some protein bars in one of those cabinets. Also grab a fire gatorade, i think it might recharge your element a bit."
"Aight." She said as she opened the fridge and grabbed the red bottle.
"What about this protein shake thing?" Vanagloria looked over at him and pointed at the horror of a drink.
"Nope, don't get that. I might honestly throw those out later."
"Oh okay. Also is Blair back yet?"
"Nope she's still out. Hopefully she's back soon."
"Wow they've been gone for a while." Vanagloria opens a cabinet that gives her an "ew…" face.
"Is there no fun food here? Or is it all healthy bullshit."
"As far as I know there really isn't. But if we work hard to get an endorsement from Vega we might be able to afford to buy our own food." Martyr took another scoop of cereal as Vanagloria walked over with her gatorade and a granola bar.
"Well, I'm trying to get all seven endorsements anyways." Vanagloria sits in Spectre's seat across from Martyr.
He looked at her for a second to try and tell if she was being serious. "I would love to get seven endorsements and all that but that might be a little ambitious. You would literally be the only person to ever do it."
"Yeah but I won't get there with that mindset. I need to know that we're gonna get them. And I definitely do."
"What are you really trying to become the greatest hero to ever walk the islands?"
"Yeah…" Vanagloria said with complete seriousness, monching on her granola bar.
"…That is exactly what I'm trying to do."