Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [11/04].

[howareyanow]

Well. Let's see.

All the food Wayne had picked up for breakfast in the morning was present and accounted for. The milk was the right color (for Earth, anywhey), there was no blood in the coffee (fake or otherwise), the lights worked, the stove worked, the only critters that seemed to need being accounted fer were the usual radio squirrels...

Looks like it was a fine day for breakfast, one without anything too squirrelly goin' on, and so that put Wayne in a pretty good mood and maybe even made him a little hopeful for a nice, quiet sort of week after all the Halloween nonsense. Even if it did mean all his classmates would wind up just bored and needing to explore other parts of the dorms, he was absolutely fine with just a nice normal morning with some nice normal breakfast, and he'd preferred it that way, too.

It'd be nice if the rest of the breakfasts for at least this month could be that way, but Wayne defintiely wasn't bettin' the farm on it.

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[seriesofbaddecisions]

Hey, look who Sabine hadn't seen since she got bored and needed to explore other parts of the dorms!

"Morning, Wayne."

[howareyanow]

"Morning, Sabine," said Wayne, who nodded in greeting and still firmly felt that boredom around here was almost like a gift, realleh. "How are ya now?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Good. Not much happening," she answered. "How are you?"

[howareyanow]

"Ohhhh," Wayne drawled as usual, especially since 'not much happening' was sometimes just the sort of thing he liked to hear. No news being good news, and all that stuff. "Not so bad. Fix you up a plate?"

[mother_forker]

Eleanor wandered in with a box of donuts flopped in a chair and began to eat said donuts. "Sup', Cowboy?"

[howareyanow]

Wayne was just going to give that box of donuts one cool lift of his eyebrow and then get back to flipping a pancake. "Eleanor," he said dutifully, "how are ya now?"

[mother_forker]

"Hungry," she said and stuffed an entire doughnut in her mouth. "Whash up wish you?"

[howareyanow]

"It's impolite to talk with yer mouth full," Wayne informed her, even though he had a feeling she already knew that, despite the evidence to suggest that perhaps she didn't. "And it's also impolite to not offer you some breakfast, even though I'm pretty sure yer just gonna say no. But...either way..."

He nodded at her dutifully. "Fix you up a plate?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine watched her with the donuts a moment, and said, "Wayne's making breakfast," just to see what would happen.

[mother_forker]

"Yep."

She took a big bite of her donut and then a long sip of her coffee. "I'm sure it's good too. What's up with you..."

Had they met? If they had Eleanor had promptly forgotten her name. Even though they had class together.

"multi-colored hair girl."

Yes. That's totally a name.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Sabine," she corrected. "I'm just stopping in before class. What's up with you, donut girl?"

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat, after the fact, didn't know why she bothered to regard the box Eleanor brought with her with interest. She should have known it would be some sort of food that would be eaten with her bare hands, and probably messily, too, but sometimes, you just had that little, completely unfounded glimmer of hope inside...

One that died very quickly, and Tisarwat shook her head and focused back on her plate filled with foods requiring (well, honestly, around here, she wouldn't be surprised if someone did eat eggs and pancakes with their fingers!) utensils and generally trying not to pay attention to Eleanor, lest she be completely put off her appetite.

[mother_forker]

"Hey-"

Damn. She really needed to learn people's names some day.

"-how's it going?" she said as she noticed that the glazed doughnut had left a bunch of sticky sugary mess all over her two fingers. Not wanting to waste a napkin she licked her fingers clean before picking up another doughnut.

Sorry Tisarwat. Well, Eleanor isn't but the mun is.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Yes, because gods forbid we use napkins for their specific intended pupose.

Tisarwat sighed, vowing that she needed to be better about just blatantly ignoring some things, but, hey, when someone came into a room with a box of things, you couldn't help being intrigued for at least a moment, but that was all that was needed to spark an interaction. And even though Eleanor was being the epitome of rude right now, Tisarwat found it difficult to be rude back by just ignoring her.

She'd just keep her eyes dedicatedly on her own plate and her tea.

"Not bad," she said into her cup. "You? How's, erm...your breakfast?"

Besides messy and uncivilized.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat had been enjoying how quiet and normal the weekend had been, too; it felt like a good way to restart things going into the next week with a clear and relaxed mind (something that was all too rare for her these days), and it helped make the comfort in rituals like Monday morning breakfast and a thread likely to dropped as soon as work starts to eat me all the more appreciated. Especially now that Wayne had started making at least her plate while wearing gloves, too.

And, just as expected and just as ritualistic, she camed into the common room with the usual greeting. "Good morning! Would anyone like some tea?"

And, just as expected and just as ritualistic, she was already prepared to meet Wayne's mug with just the little bit of coffee still left in it to pour him some from her flask.

[howareyanow]

And, sure enough, just as expected and just as ritualistic, there was Wayne, downing the last of his coffee (save for the faint bit that stuck around seemingly just to drive Tisarwat crazy), and holding out his mug.

"I'd have some tea," he declared, as usual, following it up with the just as expected and just as ritualistic, "Tisarwat. How are ya now?"

Because you just didnt' fuck with tradition and, weird as she was, Tisarwat seemed to at least appreciate that.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"I'm good," Tisarwat met the expected question with a smile, and, though she tried to at least ignore the coffee still in the mug as she poured the tea, she just couldn't and shook her head a little. Baby steps. She'd gotten him to wear gloves when he made her food, soon she could start getting him to bother taking all of two seconds to maybe properly rinse his mug out to avoid tainting her nice tea with his awful coffee. "Thanks. What about you? Anything exciting with breakfast today?"

[howareyanow]

Wayne always did twitch a little when he started to answer the question about how he was, only to be cut off immediately by the other person adding another question, which threw off the whole pace of the banter, but was far too common 'round here. So he sort of realigned, threw out the requisite "Oh, not so bad," in an almost hasty fashion, before sipping his tea and adding, "and nothing exciting here today! Just good old straight-up nothing weird breakfast! And it sure better stay that way, too."

[handystand]

Okuyasu enjoyed these mornings, and not just for the food. That was still a highlight, but seeing everyone gathered up, that felt nice. Helped him feel like a part of something, even if it was just the school.

"Nothing getting in the way of a good breakfast today, I hope," Okuyasu declared with a smile. "No... yokai or yurei haunting the place or making the pancakes into man-cakes or anything like that."

[howareyanow]

And here Wayne was, having a perfectly good morning so far, and then Okuyasu had to show up and introduce a concept like man-cakes into his world.

He shoulda known the morning was going just a little bit too well.

He let out a small, disgruntled growl at this shift in the mood, and then regarded his roommate, already reaching for a plate to start filling up.

"What the fuck," he started, "is a yokai or yurei?" Then he considered the context. "That some kind of ghost?"

If it was, there better not be any around, because Halloween was over, and, in Wayne's worldview, that meant ghosts should be over, too.

[handystand]

"Yurei, yeah," Okuyasu said. "They're basically ghosts. Yokai are... fancy creatures. That I'd say aren't real but who knows around here. That's just what we call stuff in Japan."

"I figured things seemed pretty normal this morning. Nothing crazy or... bizarre."

[howareyanow]

"Can confirm!" said Wayne, who almost sounded cheerful about it, if you squinted hard enough. "Nothing crazy or bizarre, and let's hope," speaking of squinting, he seemed to be doing that just now at the world in general, "it stays that way. Least just fer the morning, fer breakfast, then after that, it can do fuck all it wants, I don't fucking care, jus' leave breakfast alone."

And speaking of breakfast, there was a plate, being passed over Okuyasu's way if he wanted with a nod.

Just filling up plates by now just seemed to be more efficient.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

One of the first things Tisarwat noticed when Okuyasu came (other than the state of his hands, but that almost went without saying) was the new adornments on his uniform.

"Oh!" she remarked, lilac-eyes widening with interest. "Okuyasu, you have new pins!"

Well, perhaps pins wasn't the best word for it, but they were gemmed like Radchaai pins would be. Pretty as they were, and now she couldn't help wondering if they had special significance where he was from like they did in the Radch. She hoped it didn't mean bad news for him...

[handystand]

"Oh, yeah," Okuyasu said, looking a little pleased with himself. He also quietly reached into a pocket and started pulling on his gloves as... discretely as possible. "They're a present from my friends back home! I turned seventeen a few weeks ago and the package took a little time to get here. Which is funny because it sort of took years since they're back in 1999."

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"And it's....2019 here, right?" asked Tisarwat, who didn't even know how to relate that time demarcation to her own universe and had no intention of trying, and was mostly just glad to hear they were apparently to commemorate a birth rather than a death. It made her wish she had more pins of her own, but that would be difficult all the way out here.

"Well," she said with a smile, "they're beautiful. And they suit you very well."