[There was a warm spot on the bed that used to be occupied by prickly English gentleman. It may be occupied by a selfish little dachshund now but... well, Victor was gone.
But there is the smell of sausage and cinnamon that might float in from the kitchen. So that might inform anyone who could be still sleeping in the king sized bed where Victor is.]
[ Eventually, the person shaped lump on the other side of the bed will roll over, all but squashing the selfish little dachshund in the process.
Lucky for him, however, the little dog's love seems to be fairly unconditional. (He will sneak him a treat later just in case he doubts how much he is loved.)
Even so, there is reaching for the prickly Englishman, a momentary flash of panic when he find the bed absent of said Englishman and then immediate relief when he catches the scent of breakfast on the air.
Aubrey pushes himself up into a seated position, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. ] What is that heavenly smell?
Clearly my timing is impeccable. [ He plucks a robe off of the back of a chair, where it had been discarded at some point the previous day, and slips it on before padding into the kitchen. ]
*FINALLY gets back to this.*mightcarelessJanuary 7 2013, 03:14:50 UTC
You think I've would ate it all by myself? Aubrey. You're a pig. [He calls from the kitchen. He's wise enough to wear a white shirt with his boxers. Whomever thought cooking naked was a great idea? Was an idiot.]
I was referring to the fact that there is food in the pantry but, now that you mention it -- [ He presses a brief kiss to Victor's cheek before he's off and into the cabinets, intending to fix them both coffee.
He glances over his shoulder at Victor, flashing his lover a grin before setting down two mugs. ] A pity, you do look so darling in pink.
I believe we have a grocery fae among us, but brownies never do get the right seasonings. [He quietly tests some of the batter over the griddle and listens to the soft sizzle as he quietly counts how long it takes for the edges to turn golden.] We're just going to have to praise our luck, I suppose.
... when was the last time I work pink? [He glances over from cooking, his expression amused.] Though I shouldn't taken the not serious comment so seriously.
Really? I thought the fact we were eating the cereal with the honey. Fancy that.
[Victor also hears little clattering of doggie nails as he flips the pancake. He glances down to see who might be making the clattering of nails as he listens to Aubrey make coffee.]
Oh, you're a big boy. More ways than one. Just because I'm not living out your complete fantasy doesn't mean you can sulk.
I... I am cooking breakfast, I don't want to even hear about it Filimor. [First pancake is flipped onto a hot plate before he fiddles with the sausage in the other pan.]
... are we going to really get that messy eating a sundae?
[He continues with the pattern of pancakes, taking the sausage out of the griddle. He glances to see how coffee is doing and if he has a beggar standing behind him.]
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But there is the smell of sausage and cinnamon that might float in from the kitchen. So that might inform anyone who could be still sleeping in the king sized bed where Victor is.]
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Lucky for him, however, the little dog's love seems to be fairly unconditional. (He will sneak him a treat later just in case he doubts how much he is loved.)
Even so, there is reaching for the prickly Englishman, a momentary flash of panic when he find the bed absent of said Englishman and then immediate relief when he catches the scent of breakfast on the air.
Aubrey pushes himself up into a seated position, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. ] What is that heavenly smell?
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As Aubrey reaches out, there's a quiet clatter of pans and and utensils with quiet sounds of sizzling, confirming even more where Victor might be at.]
Cinnamon pancakes. [He calls from the kitchen.] I got hungry and we had food in the pantry for once.
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What, no frilly pink apron?
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I'll frilly you if you make a crack, darling.
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He glances over his shoulder at Victor, flashing his lover a grin before setting down two mugs. ] A pity, you do look so darling in pink.
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... when was the last time I work pink? [He glances over from cooking, his expression amused.] Though I shouldn't taken the not serious comment so seriously.
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[ There's a sound of clattering in the direction of the kitchen Aubrey has chosen to inhabit, and then the soft rush of water as a kettle is filled. ]
Oh, Victor, I'm hurt. Cut to the very quick.
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[Victor also hears little clattering of doggie nails as he flips the pancake. He glances down to see who might be making the clattering of nails as he listens to Aubrey make coffee.]
Oh, you're a big boy. More ways than one. Just because I'm not living out your complete fantasy doesn't mean you can sulk.
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Just pray that I don't find the maple syrup or I may start getting ideas.
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Now. Now that idea I could hear a little more.
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I'm unsure if I should be insulted or I should think you're utterly brilliant?
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[He continues with the pattern of pancakes, taking the sausage out of the griddle. He glances to see how coffee is doing and if he has a beggar standing behind him.]
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