The Soul Before: Escape to Paradise

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I went to check who was at the door and when I opened it Maw was there looking up at me with a smile.

"Hey! I was hoping you were still awake." He scrambled for something he was holding in his left arm. He pulled out a box. "I was looking through my fridge and there's tons of good stuff! I even found some chocolate-and-cheese-covered nachos! Do you want some?"

"Uh... no." I tried to not retch at the odd food choice. "I don't eat, remember?"

"Oh, right! Agh." He face-palmed. "I knew I was missing something. I'll let you sleep."

"No, you can come in! I couldn't fall asleep anyways." I opened the door wider so he could come in.

He dumped the rest of the nachos into his mouth and devoured them in two seconds.

"Did you just..." I mumbled, dumbfounded.

"What?" He wiped the crumbs off his shirt.

"How do you eat everything so fast!?" I was almost at the point of laughing.

"My head is a literal mouth!" He retorted. "I also have, like, seven stomachs."

"Wait, really!?" I gasped.

"No, just wondering how gullible you are." He said, teasing me with a mischievous smile again.

"Wh- Maw!" I playfully punched him in the shoulder.

"Kidding." He grinned and went inside, checking out all of the additions I added to the house. "Nice, you're done already! Looks good." He threw the nacho box in a trash bin.

"Thanks!"

He plunked himself down onto the couch and I grabbed the TV remote.
"Do you wanna watch a movie or something?" I asked as I sat on the couch more lightly.

"Yeah! I don't know what though."

"I'll just look."

I scrolled through a few channels, but couldn't find anything yet. 

"What games did you play?" I made conversation as I kept looking.

"Eh... Soul Killer, Soul Killer 2, Cute Dino Pet Simulator, and Warriorz: Slash of Fire." He recalled, counting on his fingers.

"Wait- Cute Dino Pet Simulator?" I didn't think he would play something like that.

"It looked fun and adorable, okay!? I like dinosaurs." He retorted.

Even though everything was fine, there was some awkward tension between us. Maw kept looking at me nervously like he wanted to say something but didn't know what. I pretended to not see him do that about four times as I switched through more channels. Most of the channels were just trash news or dramas or reality-tv. After another few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Maw cleared his throat and spoke.

"So how's your book going?" He asked.

I sighed. "I tried writing in it, but I was reminded of.. you know."