AUTHOR'S REALLY SHORT NOTE.

THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY ON HIATUS FOR A MAJOR MAKEOVER, I DON'T KNOW WHEN IT'LL COME BACK ON.

SORRY TO FANFIC READERS WHO WERE EXPECTING A QUARTER-DECENT READ.

In the meantime if you're up for it, please read a completely unrelated mini-shot I just invented.

(Probably Rin PoV)

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'Breakfast. Right,' I groan.

'We can make do with bananas,' he replies sassily.

'Shut up.'

'Liar.'

I frown. 'In what way?'

'You like the thought.'

'I just want to sleep.' I turn my back to him.

'Then why don't you?'

I scowl over my shoulder at his face. 'Why are you grinning?'

'Just go back to sleep…'

'You're creeping me out, Len.'

'Admit it.'

'No.'

'You're blushing.' He smirks.

'That's your fault.'

'Come on.'

'What're you talking about?'

'You have a banana fetish,' he announces.

Nope, I don't know what that means. I do NOT. I slept through the whole night yesterday, so I don't know. I totally slept through, no kidding. I've no idea what he's going on about, totally. What bananas? I didn't eat any, I swear. I've never eaten one in my life before. I've heard they're notorious things of course but I swear I've no idea what they do if you bit into one. Explode in your mouth, maybe? I don't know.

I wipe my mouth self-consciously. I need to get to a mirror, now.

'You're still blushing.'

'I am not.'

'I'm pretty sure your face isn't always like a rose…'

'A rose?' I repeat incredulously. I notice he's gotten about ten inches closer, and push him away. '…Oh, come on. I just woke up, gimme a break.'

He raises an eyebrow. 'Then what did you want me to say? Like a cabbage?'

'…Am I that ugly?'

'Mmm. It depends.'

'On what?'

'You decide.'

I think for a while, letting the peaceful late-morning silence fall like feathers between us, staring at the feathers scattered all over the carpet, sticking to the pullover. Beside me, he absently picks off a bit of fluffy down stuck to the back of my head.

'Fine.'

'–?' He tilts his head to the side, at his mild triumph, to prompt me.

'…Yes.'

'Yes what?' he goads.

'Go to the kitchen, get me a banana smoothie and come back here with it. There're three frozen bananas in the freezer.' I look at him and add, 'It's your job.'

I bury my face in one of the unharmed pillows with a happy sigh, lethargically flipping off the scowl on his face.

Happy ten-day-late new year, y'all. :3

- G-Meow