The LXIV Saga/Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Dinner For One Two
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With his right hand safely tucked into an oven mitt, Sixty removed a freshly baked pizza pie, transformed from its previous existence as a frozen disc that may or may not be allowed to be called pizza, from the oven in his space-challenged kitchen. He placed the pizza on the stovetop quickly yet gently, before removing the mitt and standing over the pepperoni-laden cheesy circle as it cooled in the pleasantly cream-toned light of the apartment.
At a small 4-seater round table with only two chairs, on the outskirts of the living room's haphazard mess, Amy waited eagerly in her seat, sometimes kicking her feet back and forth. Her pink and cyan shirt contrasted well with the off-white, tenant-neutral tones of the apartment walls, as did her bright yellow shorts and adorable azure-dotted socks.
"I'm pretty sure she's my age, but she certainly doesn't act it." The teenage boy thought to himself as he adeptly took a pizza cutter to the pie.
"Okay! Apologies for the wait," Sixty playfully began, "But dinner is now served, hot off the presses!" He carried two plates with him to the table, setting Amy's slice down in front of her for her. Before he served himself, the boy pressed the play button and turned the volume dial down on his countertop radio for some light background music.
"Thank you!" Amy seemed to almost bow her head in appreciation of her food, before springing right back up and digging in. Sixty more casually enjoyed his share, as evidenced by the fact that he wasn't halfway through before her first slice had disappeared from her plate.
"Mmm," The teenage girl elated, wiping her mouth with a napkin, "Uh...is it okay if I get more?" She asked, wavering in her voice; nervous as to whether or not she's allowed.
"Huh? Oh yeah, totally." Sixty took a second to realize that she had already finished her first round, "Help yourself."
"Heck yeah." Amy grinned, and went to take up two more sacrifices in the effort to feed her.
"Wait until Eight hears that a girl ate more than he would've of his own welcoming dinner." Sixty made himself laugh.
"So Amy," Sixty spoke up as the girl in question was returning to the table, "I don't think you said: where exactly are you from anyway?"
Amy titled her head to the side, in thought. "Umm...well I'm not really sure where my dad is from. My mom, though, she—"
"Oh, no, I didn't mean about your background," Sixty could see where he messed up, "Like, do you live somewhere else in this city?"
The teenage girl's body tensed up. She looked down at her plate, the two slices sitting there on top of each other. "Yeah. You, uh, wouldn't want to visit though." Amy said, a beat faster than her previous cadence.
Sixty paused. Amy immediately went back to stuffing her face. "Ah...alright then. Cool." The boy continued to eat as well.
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Sixty, after having eaten his two slices, got up from the table to dispose of his plate and napkins. After having made his delivery to the trash man (read: a very normal trash can labeled such with permanent marker), he went over to the refrigerator to procure himself a glass of water.
"Um, can—oh, uhh..." Amy suddenly piped up, but her voice dwindled down as she realized she had forgotten something important.
"Huh?" Sixty turned, "What is it?"
"Uhh...I wanted to ask you for something, but I don't know your name yet."
"Crap. Guess I forgot that." Sixty sighed half-jokingly, surprised and not so at the same time, that he could've left out his own name. "I'm Sixty Four. You can call me Sixty if you like!"
At this, Amy started giggling, "You look a little young to be sixty-four."
Sixty's expression changed immediately to a look that could only be described as an exasperated "...Really?..."
"If only that was the first time I ever heard that." The teenage boy chuckled, as he went to close the refrigerator door.
"Uh, wait!" Amy piped up as she did originally, "Do you have any milk, Sixty?"
"...Milk?"
"Yeah!" She explained, "The only way I'll eat the pizza crusts is if I have some milk." True to her word, he saw on her plate three leftover crusts, patiently waiting to join what wasn't left.
As much as he didn't want Amy to feel like she was being too weird, Sixty started losing the fight to not raise an eyebrow. Nevertheless, he grabbed a gallon jug of whole milk from the fridge and poured the girl a glass.
"As you wish." Sixty played a very chivalrous tone, much to Amy's amusement, as he fulfilled her request. "I'm gonna go finish settin' up the bed for you—just, uh, throw the paper stuff in the trash and put the glass in the sink when you're done."
"Got it!" Amy beamed as Sixty walked further into the living room mess.
The teenage boy bent down over the couch, which had been left pushed back far away from the wall with the big windows. He removed the comfy (and apparently bouncy) cushions and tossed them closer to the door to his bedroom at the end of the living room opposite the kitchen, revealing a flat fabric texture with a little handlebar built in at the edge closest to him.
"Eeeyup!" Sixty grunted quietly to himself, as he pulled up on the handle, and steadily dragged out the pull-out bed from within the frame of the small sofa. The newly extended frame nearly met the TV setup in front of the windows, explaining why the couch was moved so far back.
"Now where'd I put those damn sheets..." Sixty paced over to the pile of various boxes and items by his bedroom door, eventually obtaining a set of clean lavender bedsheets after some searching and surveying.
*clink*
Sixty heard Amy put down her empty glass on the table. Or, well, he assumed it was empty, since he heard some successive gulping noises while in pursuit of those mattress dressings. As he unfolded them out onto the bed, the teenage girl suddenly burped loudly.
"Aaaah!" Amy immediately clasped her hands over her mouth, wide-eyed and growing redder by the second, "E-excuse me!"
"God, I can't tell if she's way too comfortable or way too uncomfortable."  Sixty thought, before trying to diffuse:
"Oh, dude, don't worry about it!" He smiled, belying his growing bewilderment.
"Okay...I just sometimes do that out of nowhere when I get too full..." Thankfully, the still-blushing girl didn't go into any more awkward detail.
"I literally moved this couch for Eight this morning, and now I've opened it for some random girl." As Sixty finished setting the bed, he couldn't help but realize just how little time had passed, relatively speaking.
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"So yeah, bathroom's right there next to my room, please don't forget which door is what because I will scream if you scare me out of bed." Sixty and Amy both shared a nervous laugh. The boy shut the last of the living room blinds. "If you do need anything though, knock first."
"Okay..." Amy trailed off, yawning, "Thank you for everything again."
"Like I said, it's no problem. Tomorrow I gotta go pick up my friend, and then the three of us can probably work something out and you can stay for however long you want." Sixty backed into his room as Amy climbed under her own covers. "G'night."
"Good night!"
End of Chapter 2.
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