“Noodles it is then,” he announced from the kitchen.<br/><br/>The man bent down, reaching for a pot in a bottom cabinet and setting it onto of the stove. He looked in the pantry and found no instant ramen packs. Alexis scratched his head. “I guess we’re going homemade,” he said to himself as he walked about the kitchen and almost tripped over the cat passing just beneath his feet. Cursing, he caught his balance by holding a chair; something flowed inside him, heating up his blood. He breathed in and out slowly to calm himself; he didn’t want to go back to his outraged state – he wanted to change.<br/><br/>The cat leaped up on the table. “Stupid cat, you almost made me get hurt.” He sighed and straightened up to walk back to the cabinets, this time reaching for the pack of noodles in the upper cabinets. Once everything was prepared – including water in the pot and stove heated – he washed his hands and began breaking the noodles at length to place inside the pot. For a reason, doing this caused him to relax.<br/>