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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [04/05].

Did it....did it seem a little warm in here, lateleh? Or mebbe that was just Wayne.

But not in that spring making its way toward summer sorta way, but in that uncomfortable under the skin sorta way that definitely put to mind exactly what you'd es'pect to come to mind to someone who bred dogs as part of his living.

It was definitely a little warm in here, lateleh.

Not that that dissuaded Wayne from still rocking the flannel, though he very noteably seemed to have one extra button undone on his shirt as usual as he tried to distract himself with a few more videos on his daily hockeyfights.com fix before heading down to the common room to get started on breakfast. He was pretty sure, though, that the hockey fights only made it worse.

And then he was left squinting into his pan with each new pancake, because he wasn't sure if they were just all coming out in lewd and inappropriate, Not-Safe-Fer-School shapes, or if that was just all he was seein' in 'em that morning.

Either way, there was breakfast. Let's not talk about how all the pancakes seemed to look like dicks and boobs. Well, and butts. A few of those were definitely looking like butts.

Well. Fuck a du--

--nope. Fuck. Just fuck.

[[ i am so sorry. anyway! open breakfast is open! ]]

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Belle hadn't really caught on to what was happening yet. Look, she'd led a fairly sheltered life so far, aside from that whole Ogre War thing.

She was feeling a little restless this morning but surely pancakes would help with that. And perhaps some company. Wayne wasn't the most talkative but his company was always pleasant. Company seemed like a good idea right about now.

"Good morning," she said cheerfully.

Wayne was doing his best to keep his focus on his work in particular, especially in light of cheerful schoolmates making their way in.

"Belle." There was a nod...mostly to the pan he was trying to focus on. "How are ya now?"

"I'm fine," Belle said, walking over to see what was cooking. "And yourself?"

"Ohhhh," Wayne drawled, with a side-step over when Belle approached, to make more room. It was feeling like it might be a good idea to be putting a little extra space between himself and anyone who wasn't Shuri at the moment. "Not so bad! Fix you up a plate?"

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Wayne moving away was a little disappointing though Belle couldn't quite put her finger on why.

"I would love a plate, thank you." Of course, she hadn't gotten a good look at the pancakes yet.

"L'il bit of everything?" asked Wayne, who hoped so, because then it would be easier hiding the fact that the pancakes were a bit on the lewd side of things that morning.

'Course, that coulda just been Wayne himself...

Belle was going to blush so hard when she got a good look at those pancakes.

"Yes please! I do love your pancakes."

"Good way to start up any day!" said Wayne, as he loaded up a plate. He usually took a bit more care to make sure it was neat and presentable, but today, he was mostly doing what he could to hide those pancakes under some of the rest.

And then it was loaded, and he handed the plate over...

"Way ya go."

...while turning his head distinctly the other way.

Look, Belle was a very pretty girl and very nice and polite, and Waynevwas pretty sure he didn't need any of that right now, especially if she was going to be talkin' about enjoying his pancakes!

"Thank you, Wayne!" Belle was definitely going to enjoy the pancakes and the meat that Wayne gave her. She was just going to sit and dig in and...

Oh. Oh.

"Wayne," she squeaked out after getting a good look at a pancake. "These look..."

She wasn't going to say what she thought they looked like out loud. She was just going to sit here, blushing furiously, and not making any eye contact. Maybe if she covered them in syrup it would help?

"....normal," Wayne supplied, quickly, abruptly, with a firmness that was going to try its best to stay hard and firm in its conviction, like--

--wait, no, that was a bad way to describe it. Stiffly. Let's say he said it stif--

--Nope.

Fuck.

"Perfectly normal," he tried again. "Ain't nothin' but normal, typical pancakes..."

Please just let him cling to his delusions here, Belle.

"Normal?"

Belle eyed the pancakes, which were now quite sticky from all the syrup she'd added, and then looked back at Wayne.

"Your pancakes usually don't look quite so..." Anatomical? Goodness, were they meant to be life-size?

"But they smell delicious," she continued. Maybe if she just ate them quickly? And just shoved some of the meat on the plate in her mouth now so she'd stop talking? That would help, right?

Wayne was blinking uncomfortably at the back of the stove so rapidly, it might have been Morse code. And if it was Morse code, it would most assuredly be something about a signal for help.

"Welp," he finally said, still blinking a bit but at least trying to break out of it by reaching for the batter and trying his best to see if he could get his pancakes to behave a bit better on the next batch (to no avail, unfortunateleh, "so's long as yer satisfied..."

He may have winced a bit at the word that decided to come out of his mouth just there.

"....that's what really matters."

Soon as breakfast was over, Wayne was going to see about mebbe a nice, very cold shower...

Satisfied probably wasn't the right word for Belle's current mood. She was fairly full of scandalously shaped pancakes and meat though, having made quite the effort to consume the whole plate full of food as fast as possible.

"I...should go," Belle said. "Thank you for breakfast!"

She probably ought to wash her plate before going but the sink seemed close to the stove and maybe it was better for everyone to just run off now. Or maybe that wouldn't be better at all and staying would be better.

"Is it me or is today great?" Alexis asked as she walked in.

She was in her element this week, okay.

"So far," said Wayne, "....not so bad! Alexis." Wayne gave the stove a dutiful nod. "How are ya now?"

Of course, he realized after thr fact that this may lead to a repetition loop, but he'd just have to live with it if it did. He'd just been too busy focusing on...not focusing on things...

"My horoscope told me to embrace new opportunities and I'm taking that as a great sign," Alexis said, eyeing him. "Have you been working out?"

"Not as much as I should be," said Wayne, a little sadly, 'cause there really weren't enough chorin' (or fightin') to be had around here, but still, his shoulders squared a little, his chin lifted, to hear that even though he didn't face nearly enough physical demands around here, he was still in shape enough fer her to notice.

"That horoscope mention anything about breakfast?"

He should really focus on breakfast right now...

"Um, horoscopes usually don't," Alexis said slowly.

"Don't really follow 'em," said Wayne. "Wouldn't really know."

So much fer tryin' to be clever, so he figgured he'd stick with the regular way of askin' what he was gettin' at: "So, then...fix you up a plate?"

"Sure! I love when guys do the domestic stuff." It meant she didn't have to.

Wayne squinted a little at the stove in response to that. Not fer the domesticated part, really. Any man worth his salt would be comfortable enough to embrace the domestic stuff as adding to his masculinity, not diminishing it. It was more for the fact that he suddenly felt the need to tell Alexis that this was just the tip of that domesticated stuff iceberg.

He blinked it away, shook his head, and reached for a plate.

"L'il bit of everything?" he asked.

"No carbs," Alexis said. "I just really want to keep myself feeling... I don't know, like I can go at a moment's notice?"

Terrible phrasing, Alexis.

Well, Wayne wouldn't have pegged Alexis for a long-distance runner, so the only other thing he could supply for what she'd need to be ready to go for at a moment's notice had him closing his eyes for a moment and failing to keep back an exasperated grunt.

He just needed a moment here.

And then dutifully avoided as many carbs as he could while loading up a plate and then handing it over to Alexis with his head turned distinctly in the other direction so he could avoid any unnecessary points of contact or connection, while also dutifully nodding and saying, "Way ya go."

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