I've got my own cult of personality now, apparently, so I could manifest into any food that I so please.
Chapter 1 It was a hot, summer’s morning. Hotter than Lennin was used to, at least. He had only moved to this new climate three days ago now. He felt a strange uneasiness as he woke to see the unfamiliar colour of the roof above him and the ceiling fan. His family had never owned a fan; it never normally got this hot in their town. Pasadena was a different place entirely, but he couldn’t quite set it in stone within his head yet. Homesickness and jetlag had taken its toll on him, he’d been lying in his bed and around the cramped apartment ever since he’d arrived, but he yearned to see the sights before he had to attend college. No. He refused to let it bring him down. He wasn’t going to be grounded in this new apartment by himself – he was now a free man! Yet... he wasn’t sure if he liked being one. “Your breakfast is ready!” echoed down the corridor and brought Lennin back to his senses. It was Romulus, his new room-mate. Lennin was awestruck for a moment; he couldn’t grasp how much he loved Romulus’ delightfully effeminate voice. Even if he had difficulty getting around Romulus’ awkward pronunciation of certain English words, that only made Lennin even happier with it. It made Lennin feel as if Romulus was vulnerable in this country, being away from his homeland Mexico and that Lennin was the only one here who could protect him. On the other hand, Romulus was the only one here for Lennin. This sparked a funny feeling inside of Lennin, but he ignored it, and hopped off his bed. Eating Romulus’ breakfast was the only thing Lennin could currently do to repay him for paying the rent. Slowly pacing through into the kitchen and sitting down at the table ever so slowly, Lennin glanced up at Romulus. He was in a creased brown apron with the words “kiss the chef” across it. “What’s for breakfast?” asked Lennin, in a lazy tone. Turning around and striking a weird pose, Romulus replied “Pancakes.”, paused for a second and then uttered “With my special sauce.” Lennin thought he’d smirk at the remark, but then promptly reminded himself that he was now an adult. He wouldn’t let himself get carried away by childish behaviour. He picked up his plate and presented it to Romulus, who dropped a steamy pancake onto it. Lennin didn’t reply with a “thank you”, he was too hungry. He dug into his pancake quickly. When he had finished, leaving nothing but crumbs, he looked up to see Romulus smiling and looking down on him. Before long, it was time to get ready to go on an outing. Lennin fell back into the darkness of his room to pick out the clothes he would have to wear. Alas, there weren’t. He’d forgotten that all of his clothes were currently drying. In a flash, he thought that he’d have to ask Romulus for a change of clothes, but then he remembered that he was much, much smaller compared to him. It was either walking around in his pyjamas or walking around in wet clothes. It wasn’t up for debate. Before Lennin could make his mind up, Romulus burst into his room to announce that he’d already prepared some clean clothes for Lennin to wear. Lennin, remembering that he couldn’t repay him for what Romulus’ had done for him, wholeheartedly agreed. It was a pink shirt and cargo shorts. He quite liked the look of them lying on the bed, and so, closed the door on Romulus. He couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of himself in the nearby mirror, the Pink Floyd tattoo printed on his thigh. This certainly wouldn’t win over any ladies. However, he didn’t care. He slipped on the pink shirt with great effort. He looked at himself in the mirror again. The shirt was so tight – it made his nipples very pronounced. Oh well, he thought to himself, it’d only make him appear much more muscular. Then, he dawned the cargo shorts. They were an ugly olive colour, but this was the best he could ask for and he wouldn’t want to make Romulus believe he did a bad job at picking his clothes out. The door nudged open, little by little, and Lennin presented himself. Romulus did a little slow clap and looked very smugly pleased with him. “Oh, it really suits you; I think I could just eat you up.” Romulus’ comment disturbed Lennin slightly. Although, this reminded him even more how much he owed to Romulus and how there were no opportunities to repay him for shelling out the rent. Maybe letting Romulus play dress-up was some sort of payment... but he didn’t know. He’d have to figure it out. Chapter 2 Lennin just had to endure walking around with Romulus, nothing more. Romulus would pay all the rent, buy all of the food, etc, he’d just have to be his close friend. Today, they’d already been to a McDonalds and a small, sketchy clothes shop. Or what appeared to be a clothes shop. Lennin was told to wait outside, and there weren’t any signs to make it distinguishable. It’d already been a few hours into the day; he’d almost made it without sustaining anything drastic. Was this the life of a free man? If so, he loved it. Revelling in his new lifestyle wouldn’t last for a long time, as suspicion heightened as Romulus was visiting a pharmacist across the street. He wasn’t sure quite what Romulus was up to, so he just dismissed it as Romulus getting painkillers for a bad back or something of the sorts. Romulus appeared a few moments later. “What’ve you bought?” Lennin inquired. “Something for tonight.” Romulus replied, nonchalantly. Lennin thought about it for a few seconds. Perhaps Romulus was up to something, preparing something for a legal high so they could enjoy this first night initiation? Yes, Lennin believed this to be what he was up to. He got excited at the idea of experimenting with these mysterious chemicals. Upon their return home into the cramped apartment, Romulus took the bag which contained the pharmaceuticals into the bathroom. Lennin had only just noticed that he’d been sweating ever so slightly and the t-shirt had tightened around him. He took it off, dropping it to the floor and relaxed on the sofa. He looked over to see that the bathroom door was wide open. Lennin hesitated, but then decided to get up and wash his face there. He waddled in and closed the door, locking it quickly. The tap was already flowing, and so he placed both of his open palms under the water and dabbed his face with it. Towels were to the side of him, he picked one up and wiped his face clean. As his eyes began to focus, he looked down to see the bag that Romulus had accompanied in, but it was empty. To the side stood a small container with the lid off. He outstretched his hand to take a closer look, but upon closer inspection it had the words “super-strength Viagra” in bold font across it. Lennin, in utter shock, jerked his head back. The container fell to the floor, spilling pills all over the laminated floor. He paced back and backed up against a cold wall. From behind the shower curtains came a slow “ha... ha... ha...” A hand appeared from behind the curtains and relaxed itself on Lennin’s shoulder. He could do nothing but stand there in awe. “I thought about telling you about my intentions to start with.” Spoke Romulus, in a slow and deranged sigh. “But where’s the fun in that?” He uttered, in a much more determined and encouraged manner. The hand sneaked down from Lennin’s shoulder and cradled his sweaty nipple. Lennin wanted to break away, kick down the door and run for his life. “I’m not gay, I’m not gay” is what he kept telling himself in his head. He’d be lying if he wasn’t enticed by the nippleplay.
I got bored and dedicated all of my spare time to finishing all of the Golgo 13 episodes. Time well spent.
