Myde was sitting at the counter, and he was surprised. It wasn't that it was a particularly nice counter, although it was. It wasn't the stool he was sitting on, although that was quite nice as well.

It was the sight of Ienzo, slightly grumpy and still shirtless, cooking him pancakes in the shape of Mickey Mouse.

It filled him with glee, but it was still pretty shocking.

After Myde had gotten over the embarrassment of explaining all the awkward and excruciating details of Ienzo's drunken night, Ienzo was quite embarrassed himself. He apologized profusely but stoically, and promised he would make up for his actions.

Hence the pancakes. In Mickey-esque form.

"No, no, I insist. It's the least I could do after making such an ass of myself last night," Ienzo had insisted, and the next thing Myde knew he was plopped on a stool and being asked what shape he would like his 'apology-cakes' in.

They ate at the counter, as Ienzo's table was covered in papers, research, and books of varying sizes of large. Ienzo settled in the stool across from Myde and began dousing his book-shaped pancakes with butter and blueberry syrup. "So." Ienzo said, slathering away with the butter, "What do you do?"

"Eh?" said Myde, cheeks puffed out to chipmunk level with pancakes and enough syrup and butter to clog an artery.

"You know." Ienzo said calmly, taking a more human bite, "For a living. Obviously you have some form of employment, as you were buying drinks last night, were you not?"

"Oh." Myde swallowed. "Well... I don't know. It's stupid."

Ienzo raised his visible eyebrow and made a noise that was somewhere between a derisive snort and a short growl.

"Erm. I'm in a band." Myde said quickly.

"Really. What genre?" Ienzo asked. He didn't really seem interested, but Myde didn't want him making that odd noise again, so he said, "Well, it's kinda classical, kind of, so I guess it's not a band? I mean, all my friends, Lamuria, Ralene(they're engaged, pair of psychos, they are), and Lae, we all play strings, like some classical songs, and some we write ourselves. Lamuria plays flute, which I guess kind of isn't a string, but Ralene plays the harp really well when she's not having a psychotic attack, and Lae's a wicked acoustic guitar, and I play the sitar." He let out a deep breath and sucked one in again, aware that he had been babbling like a jackass.

"I see. Do you always babble like a jack ass?"

Myde flushed. "Erm, I-...I hope not. I mean... I guess..."

"Hmm. Cute." Ienzo murmured, pouring himself a cup of tea and taking a sip. He pretended not to notice Myde flushing and stammering, but he did.

"Uh, thanks..." Myde said, hoping that Ienzo wasn't noticing how he blushed and stammered. He probably did.

"Indeed. Do your songs have lyrics?"

"Mmm? Oh, um. Sometimes. The classical ones don't, but most of the ones we- I mean, mostly it's me and Lae, mostly me, 'cuz Lamuria and Ralene are usually off canoodling in a corner somewhere."

Ienzo snorted. I bet, he thought. "I see. I should like to hear one sometime." he said aloud.

Myde looked up at him, surprised. Ienzo had an amused smirk on his face. "I-really? You would?" He was excited.

"Yes. Really." Ienzo looked at the clock, and the smirk and all of its amusement fell off of his face. "Oh, piss," he said, and sprinted into his room, calling behind him, "it's quite late. I've still got a lot of work to do in the lab, recent breakthrough or not..." his voice faded out for a few seconds, and then came back: "...have to stir those samples, they won't putrefy themselves, after all..."

He rushed back into the kitchen, buttoning a white dress shirt. he snatched a black tie off of his couch and quickly tied it. "Oh, you can leave those," he said to Myde, adjusting the half-Windsor as he motioned toward the dishes the blond had been trying to clean. 'I'll just have to get them later. I really am quite late, you see."

Myde stared at him, plates in hand. "It's Sunday."

"And?"

"Uh. Normally, people don't work today. At all."

"Hm. Well, science isn't going to wait for me to take a break. I don't intend to let tradition and religion get in the way of the progression of my theses and research. Information is just begging to be gathered."

Ienzo grabbed a bottle of aspirin and popped two, taking them dry. Grabbing his bag off of the couch, he stuffed several books and stacks of paper in it, along with the pills. He snatched his keys off of the hook next to the door, and shooed Myde out in front of him. "Well, I'm afraid our little party has to end. Perhaps another time we can meet without the pretense of vomit, drunkenness and repayment apology pancakes, mmm?"

Myde felt giddy joy rise in his chest and he smiled. Another time. There would be another time. "Yeah, sure. Another time."

Ienzo locked the door (having left it open the previous night), nodded to Myde, and began to walk down the hallway, checking his watch. If he was quick enough, he could catch the trolley and be there by-

"Hey Ienzo."

He turned, and saw Myde following him. He became antsy, wishing he were already half-way to his lab and on the trolley half-asleep like he normally was at this hour. Routine was like home. "Yes, Myde?" he asked, being as polite as he possibly could manage.

"Um." Myde's heart rate skyrocketed and his hands shook, but he went for it anyway. "How about you skip today? I mean, chances are no one's going to be there anyway, since all your friends are probably hung over. And that research'll still be there tomorrow, right? Still begging to be collected? 'Cuz, see, I know this cafe, serves the best coffee you've ever tasted, with these awesome lemon buns... And it's right next to this park, and you can watch the birds... I mean, I know we just met and all, but..." he trailed off nervously and looked up into Ienzo's eyes. "I really like you. Really, really." And, against the judgement and knowledge that screamed this would result in another Slap of Death, he leaned forward and kissed Ienzo square on the mouth.

A/N: Hello again, lovelies.

Two updates in two days. woooo. :D

Um, yeah. Pancakes and shirtlessness. :D

I like making Myde babble like a jack ass. XD

I have no idea what Ienzo is putrying. I really don't.

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