Canchi ==> Talk w/ Ome
"Hey, dude. Did your... Mom tell you to go here to take me to your house? Because I have no clue as to where you two live." Canchi confessed. "Or..." he dragged it out, "are you secretly a boy scout who is One's doppelganger? Selling cookies?"
"Um... uh..." One was clearly flustered. He didn't seem to have expected Canchi to open the door so quickly... or something. To be fair, it always seemed like One was flustered. "Um..."
Canchi gave him some time and a kind enough look, which encouraged One to finally get his thoughts out of his mind and onto his tongue. "I'm uh, not a boy scout? M-mom told me you would, uh, not know where we live? So... y-yeah, I came to get you."
"Oh, well, in that case. I uh..." Canchi looked down at his clothes. Purple pajamas. "Just give me a minute, alright? If you want, you can come in, so you're not waiting outside awkwardly and stuff..." He suggested, trying to give yet another kind look.
"Okay..." One said, inviting himself in. He awkwardly made his way into Canchi's home and lookeds around. He let his eyes drift around until they settled one... his cereal bowl, of all things. There was still some milk and flakes floating around.
"Wh-what's that?" he asked.
"Those're Kelp Flakes, they're very plain, by the way." Canchi responded, wondering why he picked that of all things to ask about.
He quickly ran up the stairs into his room, grabbing his jacket and a new pair of pants. He threw the jacket down the stairwell and put his pants on at the top of the stairs, quickly donning his jacket over his pajama shirt and zipping it up once he got down.
"Sorry about that," he admitted, confessing his doubts, "I didn't expect anyone this early."
"Um... okay?" One said, now closer to the bowl of cereal. "Do you eat this?"
"I was eating it." Canchi looked at the cereal, they were starting to become soggy.
"...can I try it?" One asked, slowly.
What? Has this kid ever heard of get his own-- well, they are becoming soggy. Canchi thought, glancing down at them. "I guess?"
With permission grented, One leaned over the bowl and becan to lick the flakes floating at the top of the bowl, completely ignoring the spoon.
"Tastes interesting. Wh-what's it made of?"
Canchi gawked at One licking at the flakes floating in the milk. That's weird, very weird.
"Oh uh..." he was caught off guard by One's almost cat-like approach to the flakes. "Kelp, grains, and lots of stuff I don't know about. But it's um... healthy for you!"
One smiled, coming up from licking the flakes, a little milk dripping from his cheek. "I-I see! I'll let mother know. She has me eat eggs and hash every morning." He made a face. "I don't like eggs."
Canchi smiled lightly, "yeah, I don't like eggs either."
He gestured to the bowl, "if you want, you can finish it. I'm not that hungry. If you don't want to, we could just go to your house now." Canchi suggested to the no-spoon-wielding kid.
"O-okay!" And in a motion that Canchi found oddly disturbing, One picked up the bowl and chugged what was left of the cereal. Sure the flakes were soggy but it couldn't have been that go--
One, now with more milk on his face, had a huge grin on his face as the bowl came away. "Ummm... okay! We sh-should get going n-now."
Well, that's certainly... strange. Him chugging that bowl like that. Canchi thought, staring at him.
When One grinned at him with his milk-covered face, Canchi had a slight urge to wipe One's face for him with his coat."Uh... let's just go." He walked to the front door, ignoring the now-empty bowl on the table.
The walk wasn’t all that long, though that was to be expected considering they were in the same neighborhood. Still, it was surprising how closeby One and his mother lived… not three streets down!
When they got to the house though, One stopped and knocked on the door. He… didn’t seem to have a key. Luckily his mother answered promptly enough and let the two in. The door opened up to a fairly normal hallway and, following Bethany, everyone took a quick right into a cozy looking dining room.
One side of the room was taken up entirely by a glass cabinet that had many many plates and utensils and glasses and bowls all stacked and put away, organized in an aesthetically pleasing fashion. Another had a nice window, flooding the room with golden light. The last wall had a doorway which seem to lead to the kitchen and a single picture; a framed photo of One looking confused and Beth smiling and mussing his hair.
Beth had Canchi and One take a seat at the homey wooden table before she gently said, “welcome to our home. Sorry about being so early, but One was eager to have guests. I’ll go get the tea started.”