Breakfast with people may be a common occurrence for many people.

But for Rand, this is quite novel – at least during his time of memory, there is rarely another tableware on his table.

Oh, of course, the time when I lived with Vinson was an exception, but Rand vowed that he would rather have to eat alone for a lifetime and wouldn’t want to endure the torture of breakfast with Vincent.

Let's make the first sentence more precise.

In Rand's memory, he never had a warm breakfast with another person.

His adoptive parents were always busy and tired. Many times when Rand got up, he was just able to see the foster mother as a night shifter swaying into the front porch. And his father seems to be divided into only two states, working hard and sleeping. He has never had a girlfriend, and he has no close friends. In that poor life, Rand’s concept of breakfast is only cheap instant cereal or a packaged leftover sandwich. The eggs are in sour salad dressing. In a mess with the bread, Rand felt that he had such a deep expectation of coffee, I am afraid that when he was young, he smelled the smell of instant coffee in the hands of white-collar workers on the street...

"Rand?"

Munster uneasily touched Rand's arm with the tentacles on his forehead, returning Randall, who was caught in distant memories, back to the present.

"Sorry."

Rand patted his forehead and showed a sorrowful smile on it.

Then he placed the plate of "venison" belonging to Munster on the side of the table.

He allowed Munster to enjoy the chair and its seat, then he placed his breakfast next to Munster's plate and sat down.

Rand can shoot Munster's shoulder as long as he reaches out. This distance is too close for a person and a monster (if you have observed any family, you will find only extremely close family. Members will share space between such distances, but the wonderful thing is that Rand does not feel at all.

On the contrary, he first discovered that there was another creature sitting on his right side, which was such a pleasant thing.

Sunlight, omelettes and sausages are rich in oily aromas, as well as great coffee, plus a table that is not so empty.

Everything seems so good.

but……

A few minutes later, a small episode appeared in this near-perfect rhythm, when Rand was eating his own sausage with a fork, and then he felt a strong gaze - a small monster from his side.

It looked straight at Rand's behavior, with a hint of deep exploration in his gaze.

Rand stopped his fork because of the burning gaze, and he looked at Munster.

"what happened?"

he asks.

Munster's flexible lizard's blue tongue flies quickly across its lips, leaving the remaining "deer blood" clean.

"breakfast."

It looked at Rand's plate and said.

"breakfast."

Then, it turned its attention to its own plate, where there was still a small piece of "venison" that had not been eaten.

It took Rand a little time to figure out what Munster wanted to say. It felt that his food was very different from Rand food, and he issued a grievance protest.

Rand felt that the muscles above his brows were involuntarily twitching. He tried to explain with Munster, but...

"Hey, you and my recipe are fundamentally different... and to be honest, I really don't know what you should eat... I think you should eat what you should eat before you figure it out..."

The volume of the Rand sound gradually faded.

Because of his words, Munster’s tentacles, which stood upright on the head, were pulled down at an obvious speed.

Rand felt that he had never seen an animal that had been so "frustrated" so clearly. Of course, this is not the point... The point is that it does make Rand feel a little ignorant of how to explain it. Deficiency and heart.

Munster is a smart creature after all.

He heard the voice in his body talking.

And what he now offers to it is undoubtedly pet food - perhaps this is the real reason for its protest...

Rand thought.

He looked at the things in Munster's plate and then removed his eyes from the **** fresh meat without a trace.

"So, do you want to eat the same thing as me?"

Rand eventually lost to Munster's tentacles (pull down) and the sobs in his throat that were completely incompatible with its massive body (sounds like "唧唧" and "啾啾" mixed together).

Munster's four red eyes are looking forward to patrolling the meat on the rand fork.

Rand sighed on his forehead: "Well, I really lost to you."

As he said, he cut a section of the meat sausage and handed it to Munster's mouth. Then he watched as Munster opened his mouth and could easily think of the shark's mouth. Munster's mouth will bite the sausage... and the stainless steel fork on Rand's hand.

"Oh no--"

Rand didn't even have time to stop, and he heard a voice that made people feel sour.

"吱-咔嚓".

That is the sound that the metal and the teeth rub against each other and then break.

"No no no!"

Rand jumped up and he rushed to Munster's face, then reached out and pulled his upper and lower lips and slammed his mouth.

He found the fork that had been chewed and deformed between the teeth of the three-layered tooth of the monster.

Fortunately, Munster's teeth looked intact, which made Rand a sigh of relief. He put his fingers into Munster's mouth and pinched the small piece of metal.

"God, what are you doing?"

Rand's hand still had a broken fork handle, and the fork on his other hand made him feel a headache.

“Hey?”

Munster moved his body to the depths of the chair.

It clearly knows that it is another disaster. The best option is to slip straight away and slide into its new nest. Rand rarely slams it into the bathroom because he doesn't like to be wet with water. However, this morning, some kind of invisible thing infects the ignorant head of this monster. It just wants to stay here and eat with Rand.

It felt very happy... (although it immediately messed up all of this).

"This is very dangerous. Your teeth have just been replaced. God knows where to find a vet if you have lost your teeth!"

Rand stood up and threw the completely ruined fork into the trash. He taught Munster very harshly, and then he took a brand new fork and returned to the table.

He felt that he had an obligation to let Munster learn the correct way to eat (even for the sake of its white teeth, knowing that the monster's deciduous teeth are in the drawer of Rand, and they are full of boxes.) ).

Rand cut the sausage that had lost its temperature, inserted it, and slowly placed it in his mouth. He slowed down his movements as much as possible, and the movements of his facial muscles were very exaggerated.

He hoped that Munster could figure out exactly how to get it. After putting the fork down, he chewed the sausage again, and Zhang opened his mouth to see Munster.

"...chew them and swallow them, but only the food." He lifted his fork and swayed. "This is a tool, not a food...do you understand?"

Munster looked at Rand silently.

It reached out with some uneasiness and took the fork from Rand's hand.

It must be said that its long fingers are a bit embarrassing, but Rand always helps to adapt to it. In the end, it finally cut a piece of meat in a slanting direction - straight into the mouth of Rand.

"No, no... not like this."

Rand smiled and avoided the "feeding" of Munster.

"I mean, this is what you eat yourself," he grabbed one of Munster's hands. It felt cold and wet, but Rand didn't feel anything wrong at all. He pointed at the piece of meat. Explain, "This is... yours, your food, you have to put it in your mouth."

Munster licked his eyes, but it was stubbornly trying to send the first piece of food he had cut into Rand's mouth.

Rand finally had to swallow the oversized meat intestines... He just thought Munster didn't figure it out, but after seeing Rand eating the food, Munster suddenly put his face together. In front of Rand.

His movements were so fast, Rand did not react at all, he just surprised to feel that his mouth had cold and hard things.

It wasn't until a moment later that he suddenly realized that Munster's mouth was straight on his lips.

A blue tongue was drilled into the inside of his mouth.

"Mang - oh..."

Rand felt that his heartbeat had paused for a moment.

It's hard to describe what it feels like, it must be said, it's like a living octopus crawling into your mouth.

Rand even picked up Munster's tongue, it was moist, with a very light and salty taste, and the sunflowery tentacles adhered to his tongue, gums and inner walls after entering the inside of his mouth. In, it brings a very subtle itch...

Time is like a long stagnation, this is for Rand.

In fact, in reality, I am afraid that this behavior lasted for less than a second. Rand took a shot on Munster's face after reacting. He held the little monster hard with both hands and covered the head of the thin scales, forcibly tearing it away from his face.

Then he snarled in pain and rushed to the pool, spit in the sink and began to scream like a madman.

The subtle feeling still remains in his mouth, which makes the scalp numb. 2k novel reading network