[ mirrors: the morning after; backdated to the morning of 3/14 ]

[meteorstorm]

[ So this morning, you may find one Sakuta Ryuusei in the kitchen area of Casa de KRC, freshly showered and making breakfast (lots of it)

You may also find a most likely very sleepy ladypirate somewhere in the vicinity ]

Comments

[meteorstorm]

[ he is probably frying bacon or something atm ]

Breakfast.

[broshido]

[I hope at least one of your shoulders is free because I'm gonna lean on it and yawn]

Mmmm... your shirt smells like bacon.

[meteorstorm]

[ well maybe now she will see why she has no reason to call me a tree when the height difference between me and her is the same as it is between me and you :| ]

The pan smells like bacon.

[broshido]

[still limpeted to you, but leaning back and glancing over at Luka]

... Ryuusei ...

[meteorstorm]

[ is there something wrong ]

Gentarou.

[broshido]

[considers for a second

then just shrugs, drops his head down onto your shoulder again and closes his eyes]

Huh. Must be dreamin'.

[meteorstorm]

About bacon?

[ look I am even being nice and picking up a piece that's already done and holding it in front of your face while I work on the rest of it ]

[broshido]

[creaking open his eyes and making some attempt to grab the bacon with his teeth]

'Bout the really hot girl you brought home. She even looks like the girl who knows everything about murders!

[meteorstorm]

[ he's sort of shuffling around trying to do this cooking thing but it is really difficult when one's movement is heavily impeded ]

Murders? What are you even talking about? Go back to bed.

[broshido]

With the—

HolyshitRyuusei, you brought home the hot girl that knows everything about murders!!

[meteorstorm]

[ I am just going to pretend I am perfectly unaffected by this ]

She has a name, you know.

[broshido]

[sorry what I've now detached myself and am now pointing at you and her back and forth giggling]

[meteorstorm]

If you're not going to be of any help, get out. Go set the table or something.

[broshido]

Ohhh, I get it. Sure, I'll go set the table—!

[meteorstorm]

There isn't anything to get. If you want to eat, you help.

[broshido]

[obediently and quietly setting the table looking very smug and self-satisfied with his conclusions]

[meteorstorm]

[ you are so lucky my attention is on not burning the food right now ]

[broshido]

[sitting down at the table and making little origami hearts out of the paper napkins :E]

[meteorstorm]

[ . . . are you like, asking to be punched?

getting to work making toast while bacon and eggs cook ]

[broshido]

[MAYBE I'M MAKING THEM FOR KENGO

don't be so egotistical]

[meteorstorm]

[ maybe you are

I am basing my assumption on what is happening right now okay ]

[broshido]

[hahah no I'm making them for you

holding one up and grinning at you]

[meteorstorm]

[ you get the dirtiest of dirty looks

no more bacon for you >( ]

[broshido]

[what

hey

I'm just being supportive!!!]

[meteorstorm]

[ supportive of what?

but this cooking is going much faster without you both hanging on him so soon there is a giant pile of bacon and eggs and toast and stuff on the table ]