[ 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

[yellowhasthechest]

Too much sleep is bad for you; my body might work completely different.

[Snagging one of the ones that's already cooked.]

[meteorstorm]

You're up now; deal with it.

[yellowhasthechest]

[Biting your shoulder because she's too lazy to reach up and smack you. Be nice to meeeeeeeee.]

[meteorstorm]

[ twitching a little

and I am being nice to you I am cooking you breakfast, woman ]

[yellowhasthechest]

[YOU WOKE ME UP

FOOD STILL EXISTS LATER IN THE DAY]

[meteorstorm]

You'll survive.

[ awkwardly shifting to start another pan for some eggs here ]

[yellowhasthechest]

[Muffled.]

On my planet this constitutes cruelty.

[meteorstorm]

[ reaching back and pinching your side a little

then going right to work cracking eggs ]

This isn't your planet.

[yellowhasthechest]

[Squirming and hooking an arm around your middle, making a displeased little noise.]

Clearly.

[meteorstorm]

Go sit down if you're still tired.

[ it is so much easier to cook when people aren't using me to keep themselves upright

but as you may be able to tell I am quite familiar with trying to cook like this ]

[yellowhasthechest]

But you smell nice. And I can poach the bacon better from here.

[meteorstorm]

You can still eat the bacon from over there.

[yellowhasthechest]

Why do I get the feeling you're just trying to get rid of me?

[meteorstorm]

Because you're stealing the bacon. Patience.

[yellowhasthechest]

I'm a thief. It's what I do.

And we both know I am not a patient woman.

[meteorstorm]

If you can stop yourself for five minutes, I will give you half of it.

[yellowhasthechest]

Now you're speaking my language.

[For that you get a kiss on the cheek and a weight off your shoulder. Literally.]

[meteorstorm]

[ trying not to turn red here

. . . going to get more bacon out of the fridge, then ]

[yellowhasthechest]

[Good luck with that. Just going to go sit cross-legged at the table.]

[meteorstorm]

[ freedom, finally

cooking is going much more efficiently now and it is not much longer before there are piles of food on the table

enough to feed a small army which is basically what this cabin is ]

[yellowhasthechest]

[I could probably eat all of this on my own but I will be nice and not do it.]

[meteorstorm]

[ if you eat it all I will be most grumpy with you, woman

dishing some out for himself ]

Have at.

[yellowhasthechest]

Way ahead of you.

[Already putting jam on toast.]

[meteorstorm]

[ slowly nibbling on a piece of bacon here

. . . I think we can safely ignore the now heart-shaped napkins ]

Leave enough for the others.

[yellowhasthechest]

Yeah, yeah.

Why are the napkins in weird shapes?