PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[swordhandled]

[ he's totally making breakfast with a dopey smile on his face ]

[maskarang]

[ thankfully no one will question the sight of owain smiling. it's the perfect cover!

also, he eventually finds his shoe and gets back on the bed. this is a good day. a weird, good day. ]

[swordhandled]

[ eventually comes back, knocking on the door with his elbow so he could be let back in ]

[maskarang]

[ when he hears the knock, he looks to the now awake minerva. ]

Please don't bite him. [ softly. she yawns and rolls over, which he accepts as her agreement not to bite owain anymore. straightening his clothes as he walks over and opens the door. ]

[swordhandled]

[ presents two plates that look like this ]

I've returned with breakfast!

[maskarang]

[ wait. looks at the plates, looks at owain. ]

[swordhandled]

I hope you like eggs!

[maskarang]

I have no qualms with them.

[swordhandled]

I'm glad!

[ walking into the room and setting down on the bed so they can eat ]

[maskarang]

[ following and sitting with him. gonna take a plate, tear a piece of the bread and gently poke the egg. ]

Did you really make this?

[swordhandled]

I did! It was simple, really.

[maskarang]

[ egg poke, gotta make sure to get as much yolk on the toast as possible. soak it up so it doesn't dribble on him, toast!! ]

The ingredients, yes. The presentation is more complex.

[swordhandled]

I know what looks nice. [ giving him a look out of the corner of his eye

I HOPE YOU SEE MY MEANING THERE GERBEAR ]

[maskarang]

[ continues obliviously dabbing his eggs. this takes a lot of concentration, owain!! ]

You do.

[swordhandled]

[ grins as he starts eating his own breakfast ]

[maskarang]

[ STILL DABBING. except it's basically mush at this point so his hand is covered in egg. that's... better??? better than it being on his face, he guesses. gonna start eating as cautiously as he can to avoid drips and spills.

intense concentration ]

[swordhandled]

--There's a mess on your hands, you know.

[maskarang]

[ he looks over and the mushy toast drops on his shirt ]

What?

[swordhandled]

...

[ takes his messy hand and just wipes off some of the mess with his finger

before popping his finger into his mouth ]

[maskarang]

[ did he just—

and then in his—

the remaining mess drips lower as he stares ]

[swordhandled]

[ grins at him as he pops a piece of toast into his mouth ]

[maskarang]

[ considering something very deeply. very deeply. when he finishes, he puts the plate to the side, gets up, and heads to the bathroom. ]

Water. [ this is a good explanation. ]

[swordhandled]

Go ahead.

[ still finishing his breakfast ]

[maskarang]

[ he genuinely is washing his hands and doing nothing scandalous in here (he doesn't even close the door). he also washes off the mush from his shirt. how dare that exist. ]

[swordhandled]

[ owain is still grinning as he finishes ]