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[cloakanddaikon]

Who: Zexion and others
When: Day 44, later in the morning
Where: Apartment Y
What: Breakfast and a good beginning to the day.

[Carrying a covered plate and knock—

. . . no, even at this hour there really is no point. Just goes inside, heading for the sharkling's bed.]

Comments

[battle_genius]

[GOOD DECISIONS HAVE BEEN MADE. He's still completely and utterly asleep.]

[cloakanddaikon]

Even for you . . . it is almost noon.

[Sits down beside him, moving the plate out of harm's reach and shaking his shoulder.]

[battle_genius]

[Whatever is muttered might be the cure of all diseases, it may be an unholy chant to summon the elder gods. Or it may just be cursing your morningish ways.



Either way, you get an unfocused golden eye in your direction.]

[cloakanddaikon]

Sit up, Agito. I brought breakfast.

[battle_genius]

Nnn?

[cloakanddaikon]

Breakfast.

[Uncovers the plate. The smell of a small stir-fry glazed with blood mushroom jam wafts almost visibly through the room.]

[battle_genius]

[There's a delayed reaction. But there's a combination of the warning bell for blood, added with the OH SOMETHING DELICIOUS... The sharkling emerges from his cocoon, sitting up and rubbing at his face with the back of his hand.]

Zexion? [It's kind of weird to have breakfast as a lure and not being threatened by the loss of it. REACHES OUT, looking around warily for OPPORTUNISTIC PREDATORS, known as flatmates.]

[cloakanddaikon]

[Slips a spoon into that searching hand.]

Good morning.

[battle_genius]

Nnn.

[AND NOMS.... brightens considerably. OH IT'S THIS STUFF. I'm still not sure what Zexion is bleeding for it, but it's lifebloods are appreciated.] What are you doin' up this early?

[cloakanddaikon]

It's almost noon.

I was preparing breakfast for a good friend.

[battle_genius]

[There was going to be a comment there.

BUT THEN BIG ZAM.]

[cloakanddaikon]

And lunch for the rest of my household, if that helps.

I also wished to investigate your choice of layout; I have not been here since you first moved in.

[battle_genius]

[SCOOPING UP ANOTHER BITE. THE TSUN IS STILL HIGH, but oddly enough he hasn't started yelling.]

Nn. Looks like shit, we still need to do some fucking shit for the gods.

[cloakanddaikon]

As is much the case for all of us, at this point. Ambre has aided us with some items; Luka has been working with several others for more.

Do you have any priorities?

[battle_genius]

Coffee.

[cloakanddaikon]

Nova has something like that, doesn't he?

[battle_genius]

Needs to be closer than that.

[cloakanddaikon]

If you wish one for your bedroom, you will also need a table to sit it on.

[battle_genius]

[Waves a hand.] Secondary priority. [So are cups.]

[cloakanddaikon]

[Cups are a primary priority.]

Only if those here are calmer sleepers than I remember.

[battle_genius]

... I'll destroy anyone who breaks it.

[cloakanddaikon]

At which point it would, unfortunately, still be broken. Advance planning can spare you that risk.

[battle_genius]

[You and LOGIC.]

Tch. ... I'll see about it.

[cloakanddaikon]

In the meantime, eat.

Do you have any objection to temporary holes in the ceiling of your living room?

[battle_genius]

Eh? [You're asking an A-Tard if they mind a way UP?] ... Not particularly.