why don't you get your food suit?

When he was finally thrust into consciousness, Gordon didn't expect to be graced by the smell of bacon and eggs. It was a bit jarring and it definitely left him fumbling for his glasses (which he didn't exactly remember taking off last night). Stumbling in a tired haze towards the door, the smell of bacon and eggs grew stronger as Gordon started to briefly wonder if he was hallucinating.

When he opened the door he could hear Benrey's singing, along with some sizzling and general kitchen noises. There was a tinge of burnt something in the air, and Gordon could feel the headache forming in the back of his head.

"Benrey?" he groaned from the doorway, "What are you doing?"

A few inaudible curses sounded from around the corner, accompanied by the clang of a pan. "you- you're not sposed to be awake yet! go back to sleep! big uh- big strong science man need his sleep to do..science...things?" they sounded unsure of themself at the end, the demand coming out more like a question.

"That...doesn't reassure me at all." Gordon said, taking only a couple seconds to solidify his decision. He took about two steps out the door before Benrey was in front of him, spatula in hand. They started to ramble about something breakfast related, and began to gently push him back into the doorway. Their head only came up to about Gordon's chin, so it wasn't much trouble to push them off.

"no urgh- hey please don't go there? it's a uh- cool surprise oouugghh very cool surprise-" Benrey pleaded as Gordon went down the hall. Right as he was about to round the corner, Benrey appeared in front of him. "please don't?"

Gordon sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "If I go back to my room, can you please promise me you won't burn down my kitchen?"

"why would i- who would do that?"

"YOU WOULD! Well- maybe Bubby too but he's not here right now so you are the most likely to- I'm getting off topic. Don't burn my kitchen down. Please." And with that, Gordon turned and went back into his room.

"holyshitthatworked-" Benrey spewed the second Gordon was out of earshot. They shook their head quickly, knocking the objective back into place.

1. make a bangin breakfast

2. give to Gordon

3. get him to date me

That was the whole plan at the moment, and if the breakfast didn't work, Benrey felt like they might pull a Bubby and combust. So far, frantic googling had gotten them the recipe to french toast and how to make (and not burn) eggs. Which was going great. They made enough french toast form themself and Gordon, and left a raw egg and some scrambled eggs as a side.

It was perfect. Benrey's hands shook a bit as they lifted the two plates, and took slow, careful steps down the hall. At one point they almost dropped their single raw egg, which would've been a nightmare and a half, but somehow managed to catch it with a socked foot. A few more wobbly steps and the door opened before they could even try to open it themself.

Gordon was there, squinting like he walked into a could of vape.

"why ya. squinting so hard man. also look i made breakfast let me in? so we can eat our-our cool breakfast?"

He blinked at Benrey, completely caught off guard at the presence of food. Food that Benrey made.

"I. I didn't even know you were capable of actually making food.." Benrey made a noise of agreement, and didn't wait for an answer as they pushed their way past Gordon. They sat on the edge of the unmade bed, placing their plate next to them being careful of the single raw egg. Gordon sat next to them and took the plate when their outstretched hand presented it to him. Together, they ate quietly. The only words that were heard was when Gordon asked if Benrey boiled a single egg for themself. Of course, Benrey stared straight into Gordon's eyes and took half a bite of the raw egg. Gordon didn't have it in him to cringe, so he laughed.

That glorious, infectious laugh that Benrey was starstruck at. A drip of raw egg slid down their chin. When Gordon opened his eyes, he saw Benrey looking at him like he was the moon. He placed his hand on their shoulder, and their hand curled up and around his wrist.

"You-You've got egg on your face!" he wheezed again.

"wanna kiss about it?"

"Maybe I do!" Gordon regretted the words the second they came out of his mouth.

"uh- you still owe me one. from. the. powerade place." Benrey muttered, holding tight on Gordon's wrist.

"The-the powerade place?" Gordon cried, using his other hand to cover his eyes while he laughed.

"yea the uh. you said. you said to save the lovin' for later. 's later now..." they strung to words together carefully, hoping Gordon's raisin brain would kick in and he'd remember.

"I.. I guess I did say that.." the tips of his ears and nose began to warm.

There was a short silence between them. Gordon's hand was still stuck on Benrey's shoulder. The tension was so thick you could swim in it.

A second passed by, and it was that second Gordon looked up and met Benrey's eyes. He moved his hand up slowly to their face, their hand shifting to his.

It was quick. You'd blink and miss it. But it happened and it was real and Benrey face lit up like a Christmas tree. Gordon laughed genuinely and pulled his hand away, only for Benrey to lunge forward and wrap their arms around him, plate and half eaten egg forgotten.