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Third Floor Common Room; Early Saturday Evening.

Chad (and Prince Oscar Pedro, of course, faithful perched on his shoulder and purring happily) shuffled groggily into the kitchen. He'd just gotten up not too long ago, and was in need of coffee first, breakfast second.

Yes.

At about six o'clock in the evening.

Shut up. That's what weekends were for, right?

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Peter was having a lazy Saturday and felt like being lazy with other people.

Not dirty.

"Hey," he said when he found a common room with someone in it. "How's it going?"

Since not even the coffee part of Chad's plan had been reached yet, as he stood stooped over the machine which was brewing all too slowly, the only answer Peter received from the big tall guy in the too-loud-for-anyone shirt was a mostly indistinguishable grunt. It mostly meant, however, Hello. Good. You?. Mostly.

Prince Oscar Pedro, though, gave a much more interpretable meow, bright and happy, although a little bit scratchy. His naked rattail swung back and forth like a pendulum across Chad's back and he looked happily at the newcomer to the room with his large protuberant eyes. He'd had a very productive day, you see, in sharp contrast to Chad, having spent alllllllllll morning chasing dust bunnies from out under the beds in their room.

"Late night?" Peter guessed. He gave Prince Oscar Pedro a nod of greeting too.

Chad responded with a low, dragging rumble of a grunt, shrugging his shoulders. Prince Oscar Pedro held on quickly for fear of being dislodged. It was a response, that, roughly, but congenially, was meant to communicate that, no, not really. It wasn't later than usual and it was more just the extended sort of weekend, what with Valentine's Day and everything, that left him relatively unconscious from about two in the morning until now. A good, solid chunk of hours to sleep, there...

...And then Chad, although his face didn't change, glowered at the coffee machine, as if that would intimidate it to brew faster.

Peter was starting to get bemused by the whole scenario. "So, anything on TV?"

The coffee machine gurgled. It was like it was taunting Chad, who, in response, grunted and shrugged again. He hadn't turned it on yet; he didn't exactly have the cognitive functions to figure out a remote control in his current state, for the most part. But Peter should feel most welcome to check, should he like.

Prince Oscar Pedro's eyes got a little bigger, which was kind of amazing, seeing as they were pretty big already, and there might have been a slight wibbling face as his claws dug deeper into Chad's shoulder. That last shrug made him feel terribly close to slipping.

Peter kept a close eye on Prince Oscar Pedro, just in case the cat needed a quick TK catch. "I never know what to watch on Saturdays. Seems like there's never anything on. Like we're supposed to be out having lives or something."

Chad grunted in the dismissive fashion of thinking that having lives on Saturdays were totally overrated. Besides, he bet that if Peter tried, there'd totally be a modeling show marathon on some channel.

The faint scent of coffee piercing the air preceded the actual start of the coffee pot starting to be filled. If Peter looked closely, he could probably honestly say that that was a smile on Chad's face.

Kind of.

"Smells good," Peter said. "I could be tempted to have some."

Another grunt. Another shrug. Prince Oscar Pedro made a desperate scramble to stay on board, and now sent his own glare toward the coffee machine to hurry up.

In other words, there would be more than enough, and Chad would be happy to share. Should it ever finish freaking brewing. Chad also started to think, with another grunt, about what he might want to have for breakfast, and thinking Peter could have some of that, too, when he got to that. Might be a while, though. He let out a sudden, long, Chad-size yawn, so it was very big.

"Sorry I couldn't help speed that up for you," Peter said.

This grunt took on a slightly mumbling tone. Some things just couldn't be helped. It was the way of the world....and instant coffee was so not even worth it.

Makoto, in full girl-guise of course, slipped into the common room in search of entertainment. Or, at the very least, conversation.

"Good evening," he said.

What Makoto got, instead, was a grunt. For the most part, it was a conversational grunt, in all fairness, but a grunt all the same. Chad, waiting with a mug for the damn coffee machine to finish brewing, had not reached vocal capacity yet, it would seem.

The grunt was, however, a good evening back.

"Bad day?" Makoto guessed, then noticed the coffee mug and had to smile, "Or just caffeine deprived?"

Makoto got two grunts in response: the first was a lightly negating one, as, no, Chad hadn't yet even had a day today, so he couldn't have a bad one, could he? The second was much more affirming, and included a strong, firm nod.

"Aaaah," Makoto looked amused, but suggested, "You could've gone to the Perk and then you wouldn't have had to wait."

Chad gave a slightly commiserating grunt of a mutter. The Perk, after all, was so far away. This was just down the hall. He grunted again. This was much better.

He raised his eyebrows slightly. "I'm going to guess that that was a 'I didn't feel like it'?"

Chad grunted, indifferent, and shrugged his shoulders. The hairless kitten sitting there struggled to stay in place. That was close enough. And the coffee, thankfully, was close, too. Chad waited, patiently.

The struggles of the kitten, though the lack of hair was a bit... odd looking, drew his attention. "Maybe you shouldn't shrug with a kitten on your shoulder," he said, "you wouldn't want it to fall off. Or scratch you in an attempt to stop falling."

Chad grunted a little. He was tired, not moronic, thank you very much. And it was Prince Oscar Pedro's idea to sit there in the first place.

"As you will," he said with a shrug, getting a can of soda from the fridge, "I was just pointing it out."

And then Chad realized that the coffee machine had stopped drifting. He let out the grunting equivalent of a finally and started to pour some into his waiting mug. He then glanced toward Makoto, tilting his head and grunting again in question.

Makoto glanced down at his soda then at the coffee. Hmm. "Sure," he said with a bit of a shrug, "thank you."

Chad...almost shrugged for the casualty of it all, but stopped himself just in time for Prince Oscar Pedro's sake and with Makoto's words well considered, but ended up just giving a ne'er-do-well sort of grunt. He handed Makoto the mug he'd just poured and went to get a new one of himself, with slightly clumsy fingers.

He was slightly startled by the fact that Chad had given him the cup that had clearly been meant to be Chad's but, ducked his head a little and accepted it.

"Thank you," he repeated, blowing on it a bit to cool it.

Another grunt of don't mention it and Chad took a deep drink of his new mug until about half of it was downed. He didn't seem to have much of a thought for the heat of the coffee and, lowering his mug, his shoulders sagged with it in relief. Prince Oscar Pedro dutifully readjusted his positining.

"Good stuff." Chad, now gaining vocal abilities, was still a bit monosyllabic.

That earned him a smile though. "Good stuff," he agreed, taking a careful cautious sip of it, "wasn't that too hot for you though?"

Chad looked down into his mug, and shrugged. Just one shoulder, though. The one without the cat. "Not really."

Oooh. Really had two syllables! He was really coming around. He took a sip.

He looked dubiously at his own coffee. The stuff was plenty hot in his opinion. "If you say so," Makoto said lightly, "how have you been anyway?"

"Good," Chad responded and, for a moment or two, that was all he said, sipping his coffee.

Just when the silence seemed to suggest that this was all Chad had to say, he added, "You?"

"Quiet," he said with a smile, "I don't socialize that much, really." Which made it easier on him and his acting skills. "But good for all of that."

"I don't, either," Chad admitted. "'Sept sometimes comin' here, but it's quiet this morn-- errr, tonight..."

Blink. Blink.

"... did you sleep all day?" Makoto asked, hiding a grin.

Ducking his head, Chad rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah," he admitted with a mumble. "A bit."

"That's a lot of sleeping," he said, smiling, "but I suppose the weekend has that tendency with some people."

"I needed it," Chad offered, leaning a bit hopefully toward the inclination that he could just say it and be believed rather than having to explain it.

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