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

[howareyanow]

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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[howareyanow]

"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...

[lovethatjourney]

"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?"

[howareyanow]

"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...

[lovethatjourney]

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

[howareyanow]

"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?"

[lovethatjourney]

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

[howareyanow]

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.

[lovethatjourney]

"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.

[howareyanow]

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."