Here's another update for you all~! x3 Sorry, this one's a bit short. . .
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In the morning, he woke up at exactly 8:00AM like he normally did even without an alarm, luckily he turned off said alarm so that way it wouldn't wake Dirk up in the morning, and carefully maneuvered his way out of the other's arms to get out of bed and go downstairs to his kitchen to make breakfast. He had no idea how, but his fridge just always seemed to have food in it even without a grocery store on the island. Yet, he never seemed to question it and pulled out all the necessary things to make pancakes. Hell, he even pulled out a packet of bacon. Once the batter was made and the skillets were all heated up, he immediately began to make the pancakes and bacon, hoping that Dirk would be at least a little bit hungry in the morning. It didn't take long for everything to cook - only about twenty minutes or so - and he brought it all upstairs on a tray with syrup, butter, and two glasses of milk even to go along with their breakfast. "Strider," he said softly, placing the tray on the floor only to reach over and gently shake the blond's shoulder. "... Dirk, wake up. I made breakfast."
Dirk felt himself being shaken awake, as he groaned from being taken away from a very. . . interesting. . . dream. He slowly sat up, opening his eyes wearily, before giving Jake a small smile. "Mornin, sweety. Sleep wale?"
Jake blinked in surprise at the color of the blond's eyes. They were such a brilliant orange, and he wondered why he hid them so often beneath his glasses. Sure, they were a peculiar color, but they weren't peculiar in a bad way. Not at all. The color reminded him of a sunset or a burning fire, and it made him smile warmly to be able to see them for the first time. If anything, the eye color just made him even more amazing. The sheer brilliance of his eyes nearly made him not realize that he didn't even bother to attempt covering up his accent. Note to self, Dirk has a thick, sexy, Texan accent when just woken up in the morning and is groggy. "I sure did. Did you sleep okay?" he asked softly.
"Slept pretty fine myself. Had a very cozy partner to cuddle with." Unfortunately for Dirk, in the mornings, it took him a few minutes for him to get his brain functioning properly, meaning he couldn't cover up his accent. Most of the time, he just spends five minutes or so lying in bed with his eyes closed, thinking about his dream. Those few times he did get up right away, however, usually were greeted by his brother waking him up and reminding him to put on his shades. This time, there was no one to remind him, so he completely forgot. "English, you're staring at me. . . "
The more Dirk talked, the more Jake smiled. Really, he couldn't understand why the other covered up the accent as much as he covered up his eyes. Both were just so brilliant and suited him so very well. He didn't even realize that he was staring at Dirk until said blond said something, making his cheeks flush just the slightest shade of pink. "Oh, uh, well I made breakfast! If you're hungry, that is," he said, trying to change the subject before the other asked why he was staring. Bending down for a second, he stood back up with the tray full of food and the blush gone from his face as quickly as it had come. "I'm glad you slept well, though," he said as he sat down next to Dirk once more the tray in his lap.
Dirk quickly rested his head on Jake's shoulder, before closing his eyes. "You've outdone yourself, English. You shouldn't have." He then nuzzled the other slightly, before bringing his head back up. "I'm always hungry in the morning." He grabbed a piece of bacon with his fingers and began munching on it, before looking at the other. "So why were you staring at me funny, English?"
Jake shrugged and took a piece of bacon for himself, starting to munch on it. "It was no chore, Strider. I wanted to," he said softly before he paused for about half a second at the question, shaking his head as he smiled a little. "You just look awfully adorable when you first wake up. And, I just... No, never mind. You'd probably yell at me," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he continued to munch on the piece of bacon he grabbed.
Dirk tilted his head slightly. "Striders don't yell, English. At least not at their bros." In his mind, there was nothing Jake could do to even get him riled up, let alone mad enough to yell. He reached over to take another piece of bacon, munching on it while looking at Jake for a response.
Jake gulped and rubbed the back of his neck, finishing off his piece of bacon before he spoke again. "... Your eyes are a brilliant shade of orange. They suit you really well. I don't know why you hide them," he mumbled, folding his hands in his lap as he looked away from Dirk, sinking down a little bit. He knew that the other's eyes were a touchy subject and he just didn't want to upset the other by letting him know that he could see them clear as day at the moment.
Dirk blinked a few times as he felt his stomach drop and his eyes widen noticeably. He felt like an idiot for forgetting his shades! He then realized that his accent was probably loud and clear as well. He quickly snatched his shades from the nightstand and put them on to cover his eyes once more. When he spoke again, after a few minutes of there being an awkward silence, he made sure to cover up his accent once more. "I'm sorry, English. If you want to break up with me because of my mutant eyes, you can go right ahead . . ."
Jake seemed to sink down lower and lower with each passing minute during the silence, his stomach churning with nervousness. He felt guilty for not telling Dirk that he forgot to put on his shades, but he couldn't. He just felt that the other didn't need to hide his eyes at all. However, once he head the blond speak, his own eyes widened and he immediately sat upright, looking back at Dirk with a frantic look. "Strider, no! No, no, no, no, no," he said quickly, shaking his head. "I love your eyes... They're such a brilliant and vibrant color that you can't really see anywhere else... I would never break up with you because of them. Heh, blue and green eyes are a mutation, aren't they? Your eyes are special and they're one of the things that make you /you/ and I love that. I really do," he said softly, looking back down, a small smile on his lips and even a very faint blush on his cheeks.
"Blue and green eyes aren't as bad as orange. Hell, orange isn't even a natural eye color. I'd bet my AR that I'm one out of. . . five people max in the world, if even that many, that have this eye color." No matter what Jake said, Dirk felt his eyes were a filthy mutation. He grew up with his brother almost pounding it into him that Striders' eyes must never be seen because they were uncool, hideous mutations. The few people that did know were scared of him because of it. He was ashamed of his eye color.
"Orange might not be a natural eye color, but it suits you more than any other eye color would. I couldn't imagine you with a normal eye color like brown or blue or green..." he said softly, looking back up at Dirk with honest eyes. "No matter what you think of your own eye color, I will always love it just as I love you. No mutation can ever change that." With that, he leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Besides... I think that your eye color is pretty 'sugoi'," he said with a smile, not being able to resist using Dirk's own word in the sentence.
"Damn you, English. . . Using my own word against me." Dirk couldn't help but smile when he heard the out-of-character words come out of his boyfriend's mouth. Once again, he rested his head on the other's shoulder and relaxed. "You're amazing, you know that, English?"
"Amazing? Me? Nah, you're the amazing one, Strider." Jake argued softly, leaning his head lightly on Dirk's as he sighed softly. "We'd better finish breakfast, though, before it ends up getting cold," he said with a soft chuckle, reaching over to grab a pancake to start eating.
Dirk followed suit and grabbed a pancake, taking small bites out of it. It was good, better than most he's had before. He then remembered that he needed to turn back on his phone, if only to make sure Roxy wasn't in the hospital for alcohol poisoning. . . again. He reached over and did exactly that, before scrolling through pesterchum to see who had pestered him yesterday, and reading through the conversation his AR had.
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Ayazi: So. . . I wonder what your AR decided to say to whom~
Jake: I'm sure it's pretty obvious by now.
Dirk: My AR isn't THAT predictable. . .
Jake: Yes, however, it is rather obnoxious.
Ayazi: . . . Before this turns into a full-blown argument. . . REVIEW PEEPS~! Also, no one has guessed correctly yet, so don't be afraid to try~!
Dirk: Also, you can review more than once. In case that's why there has been a lack of reviews.