SO, LIKE. I HAVE WRITER'S BLOCK ON READ'EM AND WEEP, WHICH IS WHY I WROTE THIS INSTEAD. And I have yearlies next week. -sigh- These are just fluffy drabbles with a motif of food running through each one. Enjoy!
And yes, Amaryne, if you're reading this - I got the breakfast cereal from Blake's Stabby Pillow Problems. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm engaged to dear Blake, am I not? Poor Felix...it just didn't work out between us...
Sorry. No one but Amaryne and a select few others will know what I'm talking about...eh. ENJOY.
Disclaimer: I don't own DGM.
---#1 Waffles. -------------------------
She preferred them to pancakes.
He knew it because every morning she'd tumble out of bed earlier than him – too early – and stumble to the kitchen as he rolled over to gaze bleary-eyed at the clock with a groan. He would hear the refrigerator door opening and a few muted clangings, and an image of her yawning beside the waffle maker with a jug of ready-to-mix pancake batch from the supermarket, waiting for the grill to heat up would automatically drift into his mind. The smell of pancakes and her content humming would render him sleepless, and he would rouse himself and make his way to the kitchen just in time to see her slide two steaming waffles onto a plate, drizzle it with chocolate sauce, and start on his pancakes.
He'd steal a bite off hers while she cooked, reluctant to see them go soggy even if she didn't mind so much. Then he would make them both coffee as she brought his breakfast to the bench, tutting when she saw the missing chunk of waffle.
The two of them would sit and eat from their respective plates, occasionally swiping a dollop of cream or a smear of sauce from the other, but Lavi noticed that she would never so much as touch the pancakes she made herself. He'd asked her why, once, but she had only shrugged and told him it was one of her quirks - kind of like how Kanda would only eat prawn sushi with a smidgen of wasabi on certain days, while for the rest of the week he'd binge out on soba. The normally over-curious redhead would let it go because everyone had their own peculiarities, and besides; it was nothing compared to his almost violent aversion to sour cream.
When they finished, he would bring the dirty plates to the sink and shift their stools closer so that she could lean her head against his shoulder and he could wrap an arm around her waist, the other hand playing absent-mindedly with strands of her silken hair. They sipped the coffee that had long since gone cold, enjoying the quiet stillness of the early morning and each other's company.
On Saturdays he would force himself to get up earlier than her so he could make her waffles with strawberries and cream, and he always took pride in the fact that she would sneak maybe half a pancake when she thought he wasn't looking, because she never ate pancakes, even her own.
On Sundays they had breakfast cereal, because Lenalee always said that it was a sin to work too hard of God's day (though he suspected she was just too lazy to wake early on a Sunday); and besides, eating waffles and pancakes for the entire week couldn't exactly be considered as healthy, right? Lavi wouldn't mind cooking waffles for her, but breakfast cereal was nice too.
On the days they inadvertently slept in, he couldn't help but think that if waffles were her favourite kind of breakfast, his would be watching her sleeping face morph into a drowsy, amused and affectionate smile when he gently kissed her awake.