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Four leans over and watches Legend pull things from the cardboard box and lay them in a neat array, organized by material. Most of the things are old, ranging from jewelry boxes of costume jewelry that Legend dumps out to arrange to a set of weights with dirt caked in the seams. Because heaven forbid they get anything nice in here.
As usual, Four is distracted quickly, but this time, the distraction is an object and not his own head. He snatches the scratched-up rubix cube from Legend’s hand before it can find a place in a line.
“Hey,” Legend protests, reaching for it but missing.
“I love these things,” Four says with a grin. “I remember having a few. You know, before.” His voice multiplies on the last two words. He winces and goes quiet, messing with the cube. To his delight, his hands remember the moves, and the cube begins to solve.
Legend watches with bright eyes. “You’ll have to teach me—”
A loud buzzing from the white-painted speaker in the corner of the ceiling assaults their eardrums. It only lasts one second or so, thankfully, but like it does three times a day, it makes Four flicker and Legend hiss. It’s even worse in this small room, the sound careening off the walls.
When the sound stops and the effects dwindle, Four straightens and tosses the cube at Legend, who catches it easily. “I’ll teach you later. Food.”
“I hate being called like an animal,” Legend mutters. He places the rubix cube aside and grabs a ripped-up novel from the box.
“You go or you starve,” Four shrugs.
Legend puts the book next to the other paper things. “I’ll starve.”
“See you later, then.”