K, picture this: Moordryd in bunny slippers and a robe with coffee and toast. Don't ask how I came up with this image, I just did.
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Coffee and Toast
Artha smirked as tip-toed down the hallway of his recently rebuilt home. Parm was visiting his mother, and Kitt and Lance were still asleep. It had been Moordryd's turn to sneak into Artha's room the night before, and the white haired teen was nowhere to be found when Artha woke up.
However, the raven-head had a sneaking suspicion of where his partner was.
Flattening himself up against the wall, Artha poked his head around the doorframe. Sure enough, Moordryd was shuffling his bunny-encased feet (he had nicked Artha's slippers) in front of the coffee machine. Taking great care not to make a sound, Artha slid up behind Moordryd and wrapped his arms around the half-asleep teen's waist.
The recipient of this embrace grunted noncommittally before taking a big bite of the toast in his hand, his eyes never leaving the coffee machine. Artha's grin widened, realizing that he had caught Moordryd before his first cup of coffee for the day. The first of many. While Artha was never into that "Early bird gets the worm" stuff, he could still wake up and be lucid within a few moments. Moordryd, on the other hand, required an unhealthy amount of caffeine in his system before he was even barely functional. Even during the day, he could be caught nursing a grande marble mocha macchiato at any given Dragbucks.
Before his first cup of coffee, though, Moordryd was either easy to piss off, or easy to cuddle.
Artha decided to take his chances, and caught his lover's limp wrist, bringing it up to take a bite out of the barely toasted bread in his hand. He smiled innocently as Moordryd shot him a death glare, gray eyes barely registering who he was glaring at. After a few seconds of processing that grin, Moordryd realized that it was Artha that dared steal his toast, so he did the first thing that came to mind.
He shoved the half-eaten, butter smeared slab of warm bread into his lover's forehead. A sadistic grin creeped onto his face as Artha squawked in surprise, and he reached out for the now finished coffee.
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Fin.
Moordryd's morning personality was based completely on me. I eat my toast barely toasted, I stand and stare at the coffee maker until it's done. You bother me, you get something that barely qualifies as toast shoved in your face.
Dragbucks was based completely on Starbucks, which I do not own. The Marble Mocha Macchiato (property of Starbucks) is my favorite drink.
Moordryd's bunny slippers are property of Artha. I assume they were a gag gift from Lance that actually came in handy.
R&R, if you would be so kind.