Wayne (
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fandomhighdorms2019-05-20 08:06 am
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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [05/10].
If anything particularly different was going on outside right now, Wayne didn't know about it yet and he'd mostly convinced himself that he didn't care, because it was probably weird and he was just better off going about his day as normally as he could.
And that included the traditional Monday morning breakfast. This would be his third week in a row; he felt that made it an official tradition, and he had no intention of fucking with tradition. Since Vette missed it last week, crepes were back on the menu, with all the fixins, as well as the eggs and sausage and bacon and all that other good stuff as one might expect out of a nice breakfast like this.
Sure, there'd been that brunch yesterday and all, but who ever really got sick of breakfast food in the morning, anyway? Not anyone Wayne would likeleh want to know, that was for sure.
[[ he is a creature of habit, through and through. Open! Breakfast is seeerved! ]]
And that included the traditional Monday morning breakfast. This would be his third week in a row; he felt that made it an official tradition, and he had no intention of fucking with tradition. Since Vette missed it last week, crepes were back on the menu, with all the fixins, as well as the eggs and sausage and bacon and all that other good stuff as one might expect out of a nice breakfast like this.
Sure, there'd been that brunch yesterday and all, but who ever really got sick of breakfast food in the morning, anyway? Not anyone Wayne would likeleh want to know, that was for sure.
[[ he is a creature of habit, through and through. Open! Breakfast is seeerved! ]]

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So it was a faintly soggy Vette who slogged into the common room, drawn by the siren call of pancakes and a general sense of off-ness and deciding that she couldn't face anything before coffee or something like it.
"Morning, Wayne," she offered, not quite her generally chirpy self just yet. "... Is there caf? I think I need caf."
Coffee, Vette.
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His head then tilted toward the coffee maker. "Plenty in the pot already," he told her. "Help yerself. Fix you up a plate while you do that? I got those crapes we were talkin' about the other daaaaay."
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She glanced over at Wayne for a moment before she started pouring.
"So, how do they compare to your big fluffycakes? Now I'm all curious."
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"Now that," he declared, perhaps with the faintest suggestion of pride sneaking into his otherwise bruque monotone, "is a flatcake. How you want it? Fruit? Cream? Chocolate? Syrup? Chef's choice?"
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"How about chef's choice to start," she offered, "since they're new to me anyway? And then I'll try some stuff for myself after I've sampled it the way you figure it ought to be."
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They were prepared methodically and quickly (with maybe just a touch of flourish thrown in there that he would pretend wasn't there) and then Vette had a nice plate with three different crepes all ready to go with some eggs and bacon on the side being handed over to her, served up with firm nod.
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Nina did not fling herself at Vette, mindful of the kitten she had on her shoulders, but she was carefully getting said kitten off those shoulders to offer to Vette.
"Miss Dozy missed you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Miss Dozy was also wearing several brightly coloured ribbons because Nina hadn't been able to resist.
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"I wasn't gone that long, was I?"
Overnight, at most?
"... Aww, but look at her! She's all fancy, ready for the weekend!"
She was going to be so irked in about two seconds.
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"Vette, like, ohmygosh?????????????????? It's Monday????????????? You were gone for days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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And now Vette was squinting a lot.
"... You're kidding, right?"
Because what?
"It's not allowed to be Monday! I've been cheated a whole weekend!?"
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So weird.
So, so weird.
"How are things?"
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Third week definitely meant tradition and that meant, yes, that she was showing up every week too.
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But save for the subtle wince and a few blinks, he wouldn't let it phase him from carrying on. "Nina!" he said, timing it with a perfectly flipped crepe. "How are ya now?"
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That was the easy part, the normal part, that he'd get through while trying to figure out whether or not to bother with acknowledging the other not normal part, liket he fact that people needed to go back to be normal anyway, and that the radio would tell them as much.
"Haven't really listened to the radio much around here," he decided to go down that path. "They good on reporting when things get a little..." He would forever be on a search for just the right word for it, "...wonky?"
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Since, sure, why not also make that part of her Monday morning?
"And yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Radio is, like, super great for that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It can also be a bit straight, but it's really good for letting people know about things!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And if there's ever an emergency, the notice about that tends to go out over radio too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"Can confirm!" he answered, and a long stretch of the imagination might even say it was done brightly. There was no need to reach to pick up on the sense of pride in there too, though. "Lana. How are ya now?"
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