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Robert opened his eyes and felt the cold emptiness of the mattress seeping into his bones but before he could spiral he heard sounds of sizzling food and movement in the kitchen, the more his brain woke up the more he could smell the scent of the definitely delicious breakfast wafting in from the kitchen. He groaned as he forcefully lifted himself from his mattress, the only reason he had a mattress was the z team, and swung his legs harshly over it just to make sure he didn't go back to sleep. It was hard not to sleep all weekend when he had the luxury of a mattress, it was miles better then his plastic lawn chair he used to sleep in, he admits begrudgingly in his head. He wont ever tell the z team he's grateful though because that would mean he has to admit he doesn't like sleeping in his shitty lawn chair.
Robert puts his hands onto the mattress to push himself up, they sink into the foam, and he stands up. Robert wastes no time in getting a shirt on, its victors harvard sweat shirt, its bright red with the word harvard on the front in bold white letters. Robert gets a pair of shorts on him but since they are victors he has to tie the drawstring together tightly just to stay on him but even then Robert's thin legs look like actual twigs.
He goes though the open door and shuffles out of the bedroom while putting his hand over his mouth to block the yawn. Once out he sees victor in the kitchen making scrambled eggs and toast in the toaster. Beef has a bowl of fancy dog food in front of him courtesy of victor, Robert is poor give him a break, but once beef hears him with his twitching ears the fat Chihuahua clumsily turns around and bounds over to Robert. Victor looks in roberts direction as well.
“Your pill shaped dog wont eat” victor says confused
“Yeah he wont eat unless i eat” Robert says with a sigh “ also beef is not pill shaped”
“Bobbie I've seen a lot of pills in my life and that is a pill shaped dog” victor is amused “ look at him” victor points his plastic spatula at beef who is at roberts feet looking up with his doe eyes.
Robert groans and walks over to the kitchen counter when victor is plating up two portions of scrambled eggs on toast. He sits down on one of the two bar chairs and grabs the toast by the edges before sinking his teeth into it. It is the best food Robert has ever had, the eggs are not too dry and the toast is golden crisp. Robert inhales the food as beef scurries to his food bowl almost tripping on his tiny legs and scarves down his own food. Robert feels the chair beside him gain an occupant and hears victor eating his own food but its not as rushed as Roberts or beefs.
Once Robert is done, it takes about a minute to eat, he looks over to victor and is glad to have someone like victor in his life. This is joy and Robert muses in his head that his dad wouldn't be able to have been this happy because he acted like a vessel for mecha man. Pushing that thought aside Robert's heart swells and once victor is done eating he kisses victors cheek. He wouldn't trade this for the world.