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fandomhighdorms2020-03-16 07:12 am
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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [03/16].
No amount of blanket forts and hot cocoa and adorable stuffed German shepherd plushies (of which there were several just hanging out in the third floor common room that morning, and also one very familiar lifesized pitbull mix plush that was never leaving Wayne's side if he could help it) could excuse the fact that Wayne had called this travesty, and he was not going to be happy about it.
Because he came in, he made breakfast, just as normal, just as you please, and all the pancakes looked like pancakes, the bacon looked like bacon, the eggs, the potatoes, the fruit...all looked like they should, but none of it tasted like it should. And it wasn't consistent, either. Sometimes it was the pancakes that tasted like sausage. Sometimes, it was the eggs that tasted like coffee, and then then the eggs turned around and tasted like toast with strawberry jam on it.
The coffee tastin' like pancakes with syrup wasn't too bad, he had to admit, but it was the principle of the matter, and the fact that he tolt Nina she was jus' settin' 'em up for exactly this thing.
And so it was a very grumble-muttery Wayne at the stove that morning...
...although it was hard to be too grumble-muttery when surrounded by adorable plushy pups, too.
[[ open breakfast is ooooopen! ]]
Because he came in, he made breakfast, just as normal, just as you please, and all the pancakes looked like pancakes, the bacon looked like bacon, the eggs, the potatoes, the fruit...all looked like they should, but none of it tasted like it should. And it wasn't consistent, either. Sometimes it was the pancakes that tasted like sausage. Sometimes, it was the eggs that tasted like coffee, and then then the eggs turned around and tasted like toast with strawberry jam on it.
The coffee tastin' like pancakes with syrup wasn't too bad, he had to admit, but it was the principle of the matter, and the fact that he tolt Nina she was jus' settin' 'em up for exactly this thing.
And so it was a very grumble-muttery Wayne at the stove that morning...
...although it was hard to be too grumble-muttery when surrounded by adorable plushy pups, too.
[[ open breakfast is ooooopen! ]]

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"Gooooooooood moooooooooooorning??????????????????" she ventured.
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All just a normal, typical, tradition Wayne greeting, right? It may have seemed a bit...stiffer, darker than usual, but it was also sometimes a it hard to tell with Wayne, wasn't it?
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"Oh, you know, a little confused????????????????????" she said vaguely. "How are you?????????????"
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He flipped a pancake. A pancake that would taste like betrayal.
"Confused how?" he asked.
And also: "Fix you up a plate?"
Because that would be important.
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The other half, obviously, was to bother Wayne.
"And, like, confused as in I…….. woke up in a blanket fort," she said slowly. "When I didn't go to sleep in one……………."
It had been a bit disorienting.
"And, like, I think they got confused with the toys because this little guy definitely belongs to my brother and not me??????????????????????"
Like, he was cute and all, but Nina knew who appreciated chocobos more in her family.
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Or breakfasts that tasted all wrong, one of which was being passed on over to Nina with the usual nod.
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"You're, like, taking that awfully calmly," she said doubtfully, taking her plate and going to add some syrup onto it like she usually did.
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Especially when there were much, much more disconcerting things to deal with...
And also: PUPPY PLUSHES, NINA. And a big ol' Gus-specific one! Far as Wayne was concerned, that put pillow forts and stuffed animals in the top ten best things this island ever did.
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She cut one of her sausages and took a bite--------
"Um."
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"Whassat, Nina?" he asked brusquely. "Something wrong?"