the morning after meme

[sockerballs]

the morning after ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios ① BREAKFAST IN BED: YOUR PARTNER'S UP AND ABOUT -- MAYBE DRESSED, MAYBE NOT -- AND IN THE KITCHEN. WHAT ARE THEY MAKING YOU? COULD IT BE... GRILLED CHEESE? ② HIT ME BABY: THEY'RE SUCH A PEACEFUL SLEEPER. A PEACEFUL, SEXY SLEEPER. ACTUALLY THERE'S TOO MUCH OF THAT SLEEPING HAPPENING. WHY DON'T YOU WAKE THEM UP, WORLD'S KINDEST ALARM? ③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED: YOU WAKE UP TO FIND THEY'RE RUMMAGING ABOUT FOR THEIR CLOTHES, ABOUT TO LEAVE. WHY THE RUSH, AND CAN YOU CONVINCE THEM TO STAY? ④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER: AND THE EVENING, MAYBE EVEN THE MORNING AFTER AFTER... HOURS HAVE PASSED BUT YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE EACH OTHER! OR MAYBE ONE OF YOU JUST WON'T... ⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL: THERE'S A TIGER IN THE CLOSET, A BABY IN THE BATHROOM, AND A TOTAL STRANGER CURLED UP BESIDE YOU. WHO IS THIS PERSON BESIDE YOU SMELLING OF TEQUILA AND REGRET? DO THEY KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT WHAT, OR WHO, WENT DOWN THAN YOU DO? ⑥ WET AND WILD: DON'T FEEL TOO LONELY WAKING UP BY YOURSELF -- THE SHOWER'S ON AND THE SOUND OF WATER FALLING IS MIGHTY INVITING. WHY DON'T YOU GET CLEANED UP -- OR DOWN AND DIRTY ALL OVER AGAIN? ⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE: SLEEP? WHAT IS THIS SLEEP THING YOU SPEAK OF? DAWN'S BREAKING AND NEITHER OF YOU HAVE GOTTEN A WINK, OR WANT ONE. WHO'S READY FOR ROUND asjldkjl? ⑧ A BITTER PILL: TURNS OUT THE REASON YOU SCORED WASN'T YOUR SPARKLING WIT AND MAGNETIC CONFIDENCE. YOUR PARTNER HAD AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE -- THEY ALREADY KNEW IT, AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO. RECON? REVENGE? REBOUND? TAG AND FIND OUT, IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE TRUTH! ⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE: THAT SLEEPY PERSON IN YOUR LIVING ROOM HAD A GREAT NIGHT -- WITH YOUR ROOMMATE. WELL, MIGHT AS WELL GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WHILE YOU'RE BOTH THERE, RIGHT? ... RIGHT? ⑩ WILD CARD: ROLL MORE THAN ONCE AND COMBINE SCENARIOS, CHOOSE YOUR FAVOURITE, OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN! Stolen from here.

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[init]

( cereal (cornflakes, alpen, fruit 'n' fibre). toast (butter, jelly, peanut butter, nutella). pancakes (lemon and sugar, honey, chocolate sauce). omelette (plain, cheese, bacon, peppers). it's just breakfast. why are there so many variables?

tyrell has been standing perfectly still in front of the hob for at least fifteen minutes now, one hand on his hip, the other dangling by his side. cereal is a safe bet but there's nothing interesting about it, nothing that demands attention. toast is plain, even with a spread. pancakes would be too exuberant. an omelette seems to be the best way to go. tyrell can make a good omelette.

-- does elliot even like eggs?
what if he doesn't like eggs? should tyrell ask?
no. the point is to make breakfast in bed. he can't just ask.

tyrell presses out a sight through his nose and after a few more seconds of guarded indecisive standing-and-staring he grabs two mugs and a bag of coffee grounds. the inability to decide is frustrating him. he doesn't want to care this much about something so utterly banal, and it annoys him that he does. it's breakfast. on a good day he'd usually only put together a bowl of muesli and a glass of orange juice, maybe a slice of toast if he had a little extra time. god, this is ridiculous.

there's still a faint tint of anger in his expression when he carries elliot's coffee through to him. the feeling is closer to displeasure, internally, but it doesn't show like that on his face. )

I made coffee.

Sorry for the delay <3

[viewsource]

[Elliot wasn't the biggest eater. If Tyrell had asked him about breakfast foods he liked it would have taken him quite a bit to even think of any that he remembered eating recently. Breakfast had been a thing that he'd rarely thought about. Fries and chips were the fuel that ran him most of the time. He never would have imagined that breakfast could have caused anyone a fuss.

Or any meal for that matter.]

Coffee's good. [Elliot said simply, offering the hint of a smile as he studied Tyrell's face.] What's wrong?

no problemo!! 💕

[init]

( elliot's smiling. just barely, but it's there. tyrell stares at him like he doesn't know what to make of the way his mouth is moving, like he's suddenly forgotten every english word he's ever learned. is it spiteful to think he didn't expect elliot to smile like that at him, or is it just self-deprecating? )

Nothing. ( he blinks and a frown creases between his eyebrows. ) Do you like eggs? ( idiot. his teeth grit a little and he breathes out a huff into his coffee. )

My writing is so abysmal this week. My apologies T_T

[viewsource]

[It didn't quite seem like nothing but Elliot wouldn't say as much and maybe it was nothing. If it was important Tyrell would have indicated so.]

Sure. [Who didn't like eggs? Vegans. He wasn't vegan though. He wasn't sure what prompted the question, contemplating the reasons vaguely as he nursed the coffee.]

no worries!! take ur time 😊

[init]

Alright. ( now he's lost the element of surprise, but at least he knows. tyrell sits down on the edge of the bed and blows on his coffee again. ) How did you sleep?

[viewsource]

[The coffee was hot but it was good but he was happy to have it and that Tyrell had made it. Simple gestures.] Alright, I think. [It was hard to know sometimes.]

[init]

You think?

( tyrell doesn't sleep well either, but it's different. it takes him hours to finally stop thinking and shut off, but when he does he sleeps a whole night through. he doesn't remember being woken up by elliot moving around last night, but then again he doubts he would have woken up if elliot had been sitting with his laptop out watching a movie at full volume. )