[IC] Datestuck

[fightingcargos]

Jake: > Wake up.

[That is easier said than done! You are a pretty heavy sleeper, and have a very regular sleep schedule. It would take a lot to rouse you earlier than your usual time!]

[The smell of food is one of those things, though. You crack open an eye and survey your surroundings.]

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[sickheartbeats]

[You would say you got up extra early for this special occasion, but the truth is, YOU NEVER WENT TO SLEEP. Since he's an early riser and you fully intended on beating him to even making it out of bed, you found yourself in the kitchen frying eggs and sausages at bugfuck o'clock in the morning.

You have a good feeling that it'll pay off, though.

Knowing better than to loom over him when he's not fully awake, you call all the way from the door, carrying a large tray as you enter.]

Morning, Starshine.

[fightingcargos]

Mgggnn the earth says...
Wait.
Strider?

[sickheartbeats]

Of course it does.
What's with the tone of surprise?

[You plop right down on the edge of his bed, putting down a jug of orange juice on the nightstand of cinderblocks.]

[fightingcargos]

[You look from Dirk to the tray, and then back to Dirk. It still does not make sense to you.]

[sickheartbeats]

So.

[You raise an eyebrow and check the plate, just a quick double-take to see if you remembered everything. He prefers sunny-side up, you know it, and you guess it is mostly sunny with a side of runny clouds. God knows how he manages not to break the yolk, considering his motor skills.]

I made breakfast.
Sorry about the soppy mess.
There's toast to soak it up with, I guess.

[fightingcargos]

...
Dirk you made me breakfast.

[sickheartbeats]

Yes.
I made it.
It's breakfast.
Get used to it.

[fightingcargos]

[You kiss him on the mouth with your mouth.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You're caught by surprise for a moment before thinking that yes, breaking egg yolk must not be a travesty if this is where it gets you. Lifting a hand to his cheek, you lean over him, thankfully not dropping the tray even as you sigh against his mouth.]

[fightingcargos]

[The kiss isn't much, since you keep breaking your lips apart with the force of your smile, but you don't mind, much.]

Thank you for breakfast dirk.
It smells amazing.

[sickheartbeats]

You're welcome.
I figured I might as well start our big day with a bang.

[A very cuddly, comfortable bang, as you guide him to sit up and even fluff up his pillow. There's easily enough food for two, but you're currently comfortable where you are.]

[fightingcargos]

Hahaha gosh!
I feel like the belle of the ball.

[sickheartbeats]

Does that make me the Beast in your bed?

[fightingcargos]

[You snort unattractively into your eggs.]

Do i need a chaperone strider.

[sickheartbeats]

Do you want one?
I can promise to behave.

[You steal one of the sausages.]

[fightingcargos]

At least wait until i am dressed!
Then I can rend my shirt in dismay.

[sickheartbeats]

No can do, man.
I can see that chest fuzz of yours standing on end out of pure rapture.

[fightingcargos]

I will kick you off my bed strider and dont think that i wont!

[sickheartbeats]

But I made you breakfast.

[fightingcargos]

You did and i love it.
I however did not exchange my maidenhood for a fry up.

[sickheartbeats]

I would be sorely disappointed if you had.

[You rest your head on his shoulder in an OFFERING OF PEACE.]

[fightingcargos]

Mmmm.
This is really lovely dirk!
Thank you.

[sickheartbeats]

Man, it's just fried stuff with toast.

[fightingcargos]

That you made and brought to me.
Do you realize how never that has happened?

[sickheartbeats]

Yes, I have in fact realized the error of my ways.
I shoud make fried stuff to bring to you just about once a day.
Twice on Sundays.