Breakfast is still a drowsy affair, even for the Nobodies. Why this singular aspect of biology chose to remain eluded everyone.
Naminé didn't mind it all that much- it allowed her to take her duties a tad easier, with no-one hovering with a menace at hand.
It also allowed her- much to Zexion's annoyance, as he phrases it after some caffeine- to slip in a couple of caresses, to giggle without a reprimand. To reply, smoothly and with some borrowed edge, that he doesn't seem to mind her actions too much, or that he even leans a bit more into the interactions.
And instead of answering as cuttingly as always, Zexion just rolls his eyes and lets her continue so long as the morning-haze lasts.
He'll have time to be his colder self later, after all.
A.N.- this prompt wasn't as hellish as I thought it would be, but I still didn't like it too much :P Think everyone got even more OoC'd than usual…
In any case, thanks for reading! And miss Taliax is on a review roll, so my deepest thanks to her *hug*
See you soon!
