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Gray's cunning plan to smuggle Raiden into the dorm to make waffles for him had hit a couple of stumbling blocks. Firstly, no one was smuggling Ray much of anywhere, and secondly, when he'd woken up his brother had still been asleep. He'd considered going to his apartment, but: asleep, and also, who knew if he'd unpacked the waffle iron yet? So then he'd just hung around the common room practicing his puppy eyes for if someone came in he could convince to make waffles, but it had still been pretty early when he got up. Thanks, Sloth-induced lack of a normal sleep schedule!

So now he was on Plan D: making his own darn waffles. He could do this! He'd done it once before. Sure, this time he'd been interrupted by a couple of sleepy spells (Sloth was clearly making him pay for all the caffeine yesterday), one of which had resulted in a bit of a mess involving an egg he'd had to clean up when he woke, but...could be worse!

He was getting to the Do NOT fall asleep while the waffle iron is plugged in!!! part of the recipe, though, and he was really hoping someone else showed up soon. You know, for safety.

And also to eat some of these waffles, because this recipe made a ton.

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TJ stretched and yawned as she made her way from her room to common room. Hopefully there was at least cereal and coffee, right?

"Oh, hey." She waved at him. "Hi, I'm TJ."

Huh. Another demon kid. Looked like the same variety as Kurt. Weird that Gray had never seen them before, but he guessed they were from a different reality or whatever.

"Hi," Gray said, waving with the whisk he'd been using to mix the waffle batter. "...I'll clean that up. I'm Gray. If you wait a few minutes there'll be waffles...actually, please do stick around, in case I fall asleep again." They didn't need a fire today.

TJ snorted. "Hey, for free breakfast I don't have to cook, I'll get the mess and make the coffee." One of those she'd been going to do anyway.

The sleep thing was just a joke, she was sure. She found the coffee and started it so it'd brew while she cleaned.

"I'm new. You?"

It was very much not a joke, alas.

"Oh, I got here at the beginning of the summer?" Gray said. "So I'm not-new enough that they gave me a little sibling this time around...but her sister went to school here so I guess she was sort of a training wheels little sib. She already knew about the..." he gestured, thankfully with the other hand this time. "Everything."

He took a deep breath, braced himself, and plugged in the waffle iron. Nothing bad happened.

Yet.

"How are you finding it so far?" As an obvious demon, she had presumably been prepared for 'peoples other than humans exist,' but the aliens and time travel and all had sort of shocked Gray.

"It's...a bit much," TJ confessed. Mostly because of the other "demon" around. "But the people are cool and it seems nice so far. Any tips for a newbie?"

Gray thought about it. "The deck is really nice for napping," he said. "So is that couch over there. But the one on the third floor sucks. The beach is soooooo nice compared to the one we have back home. Also great for napping. Try not to fall asleep on the stairs, but I guess that's true anywhere."

Gray's priorities were not most people's priorities.

The waffle iron dinged at him that it was ready for the batter. "Here goes nothing," he muttered.

"Good to know where to go for a nap." TJ supposed she could respect a dude who knew his priorities.

"Got my fingers crossed!" She crossed them and waited for him to pour the batter in.

"I've slept loads of other places, of course, just I figure most people wouldn't nap there," Gray said as he poured the batter in and closed the lid. "And now...we wait."

Talking Raiden into doing this was so much easier than doing it himself.

"Do we set a timer or anything?" TJ asked. She had no idea how long it would take. "And hey, napping all over may not be my thing, but if I have to, now I know where. The deck sounds nice if it's not raining."

"I think it's supposed to beep again when it's done," Gray said, frowning at the waffle iron. Gray, you've done this before. You should know how it works.

"Okay, that works." TJ hopped down off the chair she'd perched on and rummaged through the fridge till she found the butter and some maple syrup. "Don't see anything really exciting to put on them, but there's this."

"There's chocolate chips in one of these cupboards," Gray said, still staring at the waffle iron like he didn't trust it, because he didn't. "You can't have waffles without chocolate chips."

"You can," TJ said. "But why do it when you have the option?" She opened a few cupboards until she found the bag. "A-ha! You know you can put them in the batter, too?"

"I know," Gray affirmed. "I just like it better the other way. So where are you from?" Was it a part of the underworld he'd heard of before, or...?

"Fair enough." TJ set the chocolate chips down next to him. "New York. Westchester. Current year, since I guess that's a thing. You?"

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