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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [02/10].

Wayne may have been feeling just a little bit...funneh that morning (the highlights on hockeyfights.com that he started his day with were always exciting, sure, but never exactly that exciting), but it seemed as though he weren't the only thing funneh about this morning. Oh, well, sure, things were on track with breakfast, fer the most part, all the proper food in the fridge, the cabinets regular cabinets again, and he got started on the coffee and the prep work jus' fine, but the problem seemed to be the pancakes. Not how they tasted, or anything like that, and mebbe it was just him, but he could have sworn, every time he poured a pancake into the pan, it just wound up looking...

Well. He wasn't sure there was really a polite way to put it. But they ended up looking very much not like pancakes, and much more like...well...

There was no polite way to say it, so he wouldn't say it at all.

He almost thought that, if the pancakes were gonna go and insist on being...funneh, then maybe he should skip the pancakes all together. But his sense for tradition was far stronger than his sense for propriety, and so it seemed like all them inappropriately suggestive pancake shapes were here to stay.

Which he may have then regretted, as it seemed his initial consideration of the normal foods was incorrect, or, at least, it had changed ~~while writing the post~~ while he cooked, because it appeared as though all the usual maple syrup to accompany said pancakes had definitely been replaced with...whipped cream.

"Inappropriate!" he told the fridge after squinting at it in disapproval, but what could he do? Alls he wanted was to have a nice Monday morning breakfast, because, y'know. Tradition.

[[ open breakfast is open! And sex pollen weekend has already broken my computer, as it has literally crashed every single time I've made a post so far today. Thanks, computer! ]]

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Sabine hadn't entirely pieced this together yet. She'd been through this before, but hey, sometimes she got restless, which was usually when she used to bounce off to some version of her home galaxy for a bit. But since she couldn't do that, she'd just get out of her room ~~and away from the distractingly cute roommate~~ for a while.

"Morning."

"Sabine!" The brusqueness that Wayne unusually put into his greetings was a bit amplified today, no doubt helped by his continued squints of disapproval at his pancakes, which helped at least to (sort of) distract him from the overall funnehness of the day. "How are ya now?"

"Fine," she said, automatically and too quickly. "How are you?"

"Ohhh," said Wayne, just as automatic as ever, though with the oh-so-faint hint of not-exactly-honest to it, "not so bad...."

There was a slight, blink-and-you'll-miss-it hesitation before he ventured into the next part, feeling grateful for habits at times like these.

"Fix ya up a plate?"

"Yeah, thanks," she said. "What've we got today?"

"Oh, the usual," Wayne said, as he started to put some food on a plate for Sabine and decided not to mention the whole thing with the pancakes, because he figgured there was a good chance that maybe he was just in a bit of a mood (they were wont to happen every so often, after all, were only natural) and it was all just in his head. "Pancakes, some bacon'n'eggs, toast, sausage," he might have been regretting that one a little, "fruit..."

All of which Sabine now had a plate of being handed to her.

"No maple syrup, though," he said, sounding equal parts devistated by this on principle as well as what the replacement seemed to suggest. "Seems it's gone off today."

Sabine looked at the plate like she was expecting to see the maple syrup even though he'd just told her there wasn't any, then frowned and turned it slightly and nope, that pancake definitely looked like what she thought it looked like.

"It's gone off?"

...even that sounded wrong.

"Disappeared!" Wayne clarified, irritably, but, again, it was hard to really tell if it was somewhat more irritably than usual or if it was just Wayne. "Vanished! Absent! Like a British rapper, artist, producer, and activist known for her 2007 hit single 'Paper Planes,' it's...." He squinted. "M.I.A."

He almost felt as if he didn't want to say the next part, but he also felt like it was being disingenuious to not give Sabine the whole picture, so he added, in a much quiet and clearly even more uncomfortable tone, "All's we got instead it....whipped cream."

It was just offensive on so many levels.

Well, mostleh just the two, but that was two insults too many!

Sabine blinked at him for a moment, and then began giggling.

"Nooooo," Wayne practically whimpered, quietly, the miserable furrow of his brow maybe softened slightly by the fact that Sabine did, he had to admit, have a pretty cute giggle. "S'nothing funny about it! It's jes not right!"

For several reasons, Sabine!

Several!

"That reaction only made her laugh harder, which maybe she'd needed, and she finally managed a "That's terrible."

"Can confirm!" Wayne declared, though the laugh softened it up a bit, which was good, because he was thinkin' he could use quite a bit more softening up at the moment.

"How's anybody exposed to have pancakes without syrup?"

Wayne, that wasn't the reason it was terrible, and you knew it.

"No, no, it's fine," Sabine told him, calming down. "You what you can with what you've got. And what you've got is..."

Inappropriate.

What he had was another glower toward the fridge, accompanied with a particularly deep rumble of a growl to show just how much he appreciated this particular turn of events.

And then, almost cheerfully, as he turned back to the stove and his pancakes, which would inevitably turn out a completely different shape than what he'd intended to pour: "Well! Could be worse! At least we've still got pancakes."

As suggestively shaped as they may be.

"Good morning, Sabine!" Tisarwat greeted her with a bright grin, as if, suddenly, overnight, just because they'd had one conversation one day ago over food, they were incredibly great friends now. "It's good to see you again."

As if it hadn't been, you know, less than twenty-four hours.

"You, too," Sabine greeted her, smiling a little. "No worries about cooking today."

"Yeah," Tisarwat's grin went a little wry, giving her lilac eyes a small, self-depreciating roll, "I think I'm definitely comfortable leaving that to the people who know what they're doing for a while, even if Wayne...seems to be experimenting with a new shape this morning?"

They made her think of something they might have served on Athoek Station when they'd first arrived, smack dab in the middle of their very confusing but very visual Genitalia Festival, really.

"Would you like some tea?" She held up her tea flask in a way that she figured would be enticing to anyone who could understand the significance of what was inside.

"Is that the 'tea' you mentioned last night?" Sabine checked.

Tisarwat hadn't really made it to the last few breakfasts, electing to sleep in to fend off her frequent headaches, but, that morning, she definitely had not woken up with a headache, and, instead, she'd woken up with a somewhat renewed, recharged, incredibly energized need to socialize, so she'd be hard-pressed to miss it this week.

"Good morning!" she greeted the room cheerfully, eager to see who might be there already...and, she realized with a little bit of a devious spark inside of her, their hands.

(Look, if everyone was going to run around with them out, all vulgar and depraved, anyway, maybe it was just high time she just embraced it and started to simply appreciate the debauchery).

"Would anyone like some tea?"

"I'd have some tea!" said Wayne, who took a moment to swig down the last of his coffee before holding his mug out for her to fill, as usual.

"Tisarwat! How are ya now?"

And, for once, Tisarwat didn't actually notice the disgusting state of Wayne's mug. She was, instead, distracted by the bare hand holding it, which she would have normally found almost as disgusting, but, today, for some reason, it just sent a thrill of excitement through her like a shock.

"I'm well, thank you," she said, smiling over as she poured the tea for him. "I'm sorry I've missed the last few weeks. I'm glad I could make it today, though." She laughed a little. "Your cooking has been sorely missed. I tried my hand at it a little myself, but there really is no comparison."

Shuri had woken up with a weird...itch...or something. It was annoying, but it was really good to see Wayne.

"How are ya now?" she drawled in a passable imitation of Wayne.

Now, a man didn't need any sort of strange pollen or weird itched to appreciate that, but it did manage to make Wayne's smile a bit more obvious. Maybe even a grin!

"Good," he said, "n'you?"

He never got to say it around here! And the fact that it was Shuri askin', well, that made it more'n just a response. It made it markedly true.

If a bit of an understatement.

"Much better now," Shuri said, beaming.

"Oh, yeah?" asked Wayne, his voice a bit softer with the suggestion of actually maybe trying to sound a little playful, quirking a brow at Shuri that was definitely at least a little playful. "That so? Well, y'wanna know what I think?"

And, usually, that question would be followed by a string of exactly what Wayne thought, but since he was suddenly feeling playful, he was being just a bit coy, wanting to give her the chance to respond with something undoubtedly cute and clever to get some good, flirtatious banter goin'.

Shuri moved in a little closer, still smiling. "I'd like to think you're much better too."

"That's a Texas-sized 10-4," Wayne confirmed.

And a Texas-sized---

Nope. Do not even go there, narrative.

But Wayne was going to go ahead and finish up that pancake he was working on, set it aside on the pile with all the other unfortunately shaped pancakes, and then turn off the burner and set aside the pan, because working on pancakes right now with Shuri just stepping closer like that and his own inclination to step closer in response was just a recipe for disaster. Safety first!

"But what I was realleh thinkin' at that particular moment," he said, "was yous and me, we're probably quite a bit overdue for a nice, proper," well, mebbe not too proper, "good old fashioned date, wouldn't you say?"

"We really, really are," Shuri agreed, stepping just a liiiittle bit away from the burners because spattered-with-grease wasn't super sexy. "Dinner Friday, maybe?"

And Wayne steped just that little bit away with her, in a way that might have suggested he'd match her pert'near step fer step wherever she went, even if that mean his step would be the one stepping right off the side of a cliff.

He couldn't help a faint little grunt, though, because, with it being only Monday, Friday seemed a long way off still. But it was a nice, proper, traditional sort of date night, wasn't it?

"Dinner on Friday it is!" he decided, giving her a nod. "Ladies choice. Obviousleh."

It was just polite.

And now he was trying to think of more polite ways to suggest maybe a few less polite things up until then...

"How do you feel about Ethiopian?" Shuri asked, mostly teasing.

"We, uh," Wayne squinted a little, "we don't get a whole lot of Ethiopian out in Letterkenny..."

His squint went thoughtful.

"I'd have some Ethiopian."

He did say ladies choice after all, and he wouldn't understand where people seemed to get this notion about trying new things in the right context. It was all about the context.

Shuri squealed and hugged him. "You won't be sorry! It's so good!"

At that moment, Shuri probably could have suggested they go eat dirt on the side of the road, and Wayne would have went along with it. 'Cause of the context.

When she moved in for the hug, Wayne went ahead and put an arm around her shoulders, squeezing her in, which was just crazy, they were in public!

"Haven't been yet," he said, grinning down at her. "Why start now?"

The scandal!

"You're sweet," Shuri declared.

"Must jus' be you rubbin' off on me."

Wayne. Phrasing.

Even he had to have picked up on that one!

Wait. No. Okay, there it was. Yup, okay. Yeah, he could hear it now....

Shuri burst into slightly scandalized giggling, both hands over her mouth. "That sounded...special."

With anyone else, Wayne might've felt a bit hurt by the giggles or a bit embarrassed about what happened to just spill right out of his own mouth, but since this was a person that he enjoyed kissing, he found himself feeling neither of those things, and just mostly enjoying the fact that he'd made her laugh, even if it weren't entirely intentional.

"You know what I meant," he said, with huff that might have actually been a laugh. "But it definitely was....somethin', alright."

Shuri went up on her toes to kiss his cheek. "It was funny. Forward, but funny."

And if Shuri was going to go ahead and kiss his cheek, well, then, he was going to go ahead and plant on right on the top of her forehead in response.

Wanted to do a bit more than just kissing her forehead just then,and just might have, if it weren't for the whole publicness of everything.

"S'bit inapropriate," he murmured, with a lot more softness in that word than he usually gave it. "...unless you wouldn't terribly mind."

Which...was not better. That was not better at all, but, fuck, he'd gone and said it anyway. Didn't know why he said it...couldn't exactly he say he regretted saying it, but it had been said, all the same.

"Well, not here, of course, but I don't mind," Shuri said.

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