After finishing his maintenance on his weapon, Spencer emerged from the basement with a bored look on his face. He had nothing to do but eat dinner and retire for the night. Heading towards the kitchen, he ignored the majority of the people present, especially the russian twins. He wasn't in the mood to interact with them. Grabbing the serving of food that Nora put away for him, he used the microwave to reheat his food, pressing the buttons to indicate 1 minute and 30 seconds of reheating. After waiting for the microwave's familiar *ding* sound that indicates the completion of the reheating procedure, he transferred the contents to another plate, grabbed a spoon and fork, then went to the living room to eat and get some alone time.
However, his alone time quickly came to an end when Nora followed him to the living room. Fortunately, she at least allowed him to have a few quick spoonfuls of her cooking before saying anything.
"So, what are you planning to do now, Spence. You've gathered quite a number of capable people in your team." Nora asked curiously.
After finishing the last spoonful of his food, Spencer placed the empty plate on the table and settled himself on the couch.
"It is ominous to discuss things like that at this ungodly hour. Night is the time of the dead." He simply replied nonchalantly.
'Muu! I didn't know you're quite superstitious for a man of science, Spencer. C'mon, tell your cute cousin already." Nora pleaded.
"It would be better to have this discussion tomorrow morning. Everyone is tired and I'm sure the last thing they want to talk about is anything related to those monsters. Besides, if I were to give a lecture about Zomzoms, then I would prefer if everyone is present and alert."
"You're really not gonna talk, huh? Oh Well!" She sighed an idea struck her. "Say, what do you think about Elia?" She asked enthusiastically, making Spencer choke on the tea he was sipping.
"What about her? She's an extremely cheerful and compassionate person, almost rivaling your hyperactivity. I'm honestly surprised that someone like her had made it this far in the apocalypse. People like her... the goody-two shoes. They're the ones who usually die first. Still, her survival could be attributed to her brother. Among the two, I can say that he is the more logical thinker. Although they are different for twins, they compliment each other and fill in each one's weaknesses and short-comings. Kinda makes me want to have a little sister too... But I'm glad I do not have one. Such deep attachments.... when severed... can be fatal in this world we live in now." Spencer explained.
"Eh? Hmph. You're no fun!" She retorted.
"Huh? What did you expect me to say?"
" `Nora.. the truth is... I like... no I love her! In fact, I think about her day and night. She completes me and I cannot live without her!` or something romantic like that!!!" She exclaimed, earning her a karate chop to the head courtesy of Spencer's right hand.
"You and your delusions, Nora." He chastised her before leaning against the sofa. Before he knew it, he had already fallen asleep while sitting and Nora had taken advantage of the situation by turning his lap into a pillow.
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