Chapter #4Great by: jeff   It had been a year since the Star fox team had defeated the Aparoid invasion and saved the Lylat System once again and life was beginning to return to its previous state. Sippy had returned to his annoying habit of talking, Rob began malfunctioning again and Fox had gone back whining about losing Krystal. This left the Falco longing the excitement that he had joined the Star fox team for. Falco was forced to watch, or as he called it endure, the daily charades that went on aboard the giant space ship. Needless to say, Falco was thrilled.
It was about a week after they had departed Fortuna after gathering the various supplies needed to keep the ship and the crew running and Falco had just woken up. The blue avian stretched out his wings and headed for the shower, shuddering at the realization that he would be forced to repeat this routine every day until Lylat was in peril again. He prayed that day would come soon because he wasn’t sure how much of this normalcy he could handle.
After washing himself with various concoctions of cleaning products he moved on and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Falco, being the self centered cocky individual that he was, spent a good time of his day here, in front of a mirror that is. He was tall approximately 6ft tall and in relatively good shape. He was slender and worked out hard to keep himself at his light 140lbs. But Falco never worked too hard to overdo the slight build to his chest and shoulders and flat stomach, he preferred to stay toned over ripped. After the lengthily inspection of himself in the mirror he progressed to the gym. It was now no surprise that Falco exercised here alone seeing as fox had given this up after Krystal left the team. It was a light workout today and only consisted of a slow jog on the treadmill and some light weights. But even after such light calisthenics Falco worked up quiet an appetite. Swinging a white towel around his neck he headed up to the dining area where he met Fox.
"Mornin'," Falco said to fox who returned the response with a nod over the Lylat times paper which he quickly returned to reading. He never actually moved the paper from in front of his face but Falco caught Fox’s ears dip behind the paper after his greeting. He had noticed that Fox's attitude had been slowly spiraling downward with it coming closer and closer to clinically depressed. Finding this pretty hilarious, Falco chuckled to himself about the sorry state of his friend and opened the fridge to grab something to eat. Quickly scanning the contents he grabbed some frozen waffles and threw them into the toaster. With nothing to do until they were cooked he plopped himself in the chair across from Fox and try and be nice to him. Fox lowered the paper. Falco opened his beak and was about to start up a conversation with Fox when he noticed the poor shape he was in. He had bags on his bags under his eyes and his usually straight whiskers were now frizzed out like they had been electrocuted. A robe that fox was wearing was tattered and was untied in the front exposing a more softened fox that had lost his once athletic look. Though none of this was helped by the fact that he was drinking his morning coffee out of a chipped "I heart Lylat" coffee mug.
Forgetting what he was about to say and not wanting to look like an idiot with his mouth gaping open Falco quickly asked, "So…how’s the weather today?" Falco couldn’t believe the stupidity of this question.
“Were in space Falco. There is no weather.” Fox was about to grab his paper and start reading god knows what when Falco, determined to have a conversation with someone, asked, “What have you been doing lately?” He tried to say this without making the conversation sound too forced, but Fox, having some common sense caught on and responded by raising an eyebrow and looking at Falco quizzically.
"Ummm...nothing?" Here Falco officially realized that his idea at a conversation had failed miserably. But for the first time in his (?) life Sippy showed up at a good time. With a glass shattering "HELLO" Falco knew that he had been saved from awkward silence. The young frog skipped over to the fridge and shoved his fat green head into it and asked if anyone wanted anything.
"Grab me a donut will ya’." fox asked
"Yeah, and grab my waffles Slip before they burn" Being the kind hearted frog that he was, he complied. For the first time in what felt like ages the team had a meal together. With Fox refusing to talk to anyone Falco was forced to have a conversation with Slippy. But after the year of having to deal with the annoying frog Falco was able to completely shut out the frog’s voice. He zoned out. He came back when he felt his hand scraping the bottom of an empty, if not slightly greasy, plate. "Whoa!" he thought. I must have been hungrier than I expected. Falco debated on whether or not to grab something else to eat. “Wow Falco, you ate that thing fast? You still hungry?” Slippy asked.
“If you’re going to get up again can you grab me something else to eat” Fox asked from behind his paper. Falco considered the options, he didn't want to start to let himself go like Fox but he was pretty hungry. But he could always just exercise again. He decided to...
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