prompt: 13. things you said at the kitchen table
Chrome was not a morning person.
Yamamoto knew this, and so he had to hide a smile behind his cup of coffee when she appeared in the kitchen doorway not twenty minutes after him.
Her eye were still bleary and half-closed, the other covered by mussed locks of violet hair. The shirt she wore was slightly large for her frame and wrinkled, obviously dug out from his closet. The neckline gaped as she reached up a hand to rub at her eye.
"Morning," he chirped.
"Mm," she hummed absently and headed straight towards him. Along the way, she picked up a dark red wool cardigan that was draped across the chair next to him and wrapped it around herself. She sat, and then laid her head down upon the the table with a muffled sigh. Her long, dark hair fell over her shoulders and face, splaying about across the wood.
He laughed.
The movement travelled through his body to hers; despite the gap between their chairs, she was pressed up against his side - and because she had not been bothered to pull her chair closer, she was perched a little bit awkwardly off of it.
"Ugh." She nudged her shoulder against his arm in tired annoyance.
"Sorry, sorry," he said. And then, could not resist teasing: "Sleepyhead."
He transferred his drink to his other hand, so as not to jostle her with his next sip, and considered her for a moment.
She had shifted so that her head was on her side and facing him; her single visible eye was closed through the fall of her hair, a long lock of which had fallen vertically across her forehead and the bridge of her nose - reminiscent of the thin strings of the eyepatch that she usually wore. They were so close, he could see her lashes long against the curve of her cheek.
He put his cup down and pushed it to the middle of the table; and then he rested his jaw in his palm.
"Move in with me."
It was not a question or a demand. It was simply how he felt.
Her eye immediately snapped open, and he was relieved to note that when she sat up and drew back, it was so that she could face him fully.
"Why?" she asked.
It was not a spur of the moment statement.
He had considered on this long and hard. He had thought to himself and reflected that the easy way would've been to carry on as they were - to let things progress as it currently was. He knew enough of them, of Chrome and their relationship together, that the decision would inevitably be reached: drifted and settled into, slowly and wordlessly, throughout the years.
But Yamamoto didn't want that.
Chrome stared into his eyes. And slowly, she nodded.
"Ok," she agreed and laid her head on his shoulder. Catching the edge of her seat, she pulled it closer.
He blinked, and looked down at her head of dark hair. A smile spread unbidden across his lips. Softly, he repeated, "Ok."
She reached out and stole his cup of coffee from the table.
Notes: *Grandma Fa's voice* WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?
Context of the story: Chrome sleeps and stays there often and even leaves her clothes there but her 'moving in' isn't actually official. I mean they're definitely headed there; but she'd bolt like a rabbit if she realized exactly what is happening here. 'Cuz issues.
For BlueQuartzFoxy, queen of the 8096 ship and reason why i fell so hard for it. She also requested the prompt.
