RP: With Le Chiffre

[mrmoneypenny]

At 1:23 PM, exactly eight hours from when his mind finally drifted off to sleep, Villiers opens his eyes.

He doesn't need an alarm clock. Years of working for bosses with odd hours has graced him with the odd ability to wake when needed, and he has come to like his daily recommended eight hours. Do excuse the late time, though -- Le Chiffre does

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[weeper_of_blood]

Admittedly, Le Chiffre's internal clock is a little off. Or a lot off. But not falling asleep until the early hours of the morning is a perfectly acceptable thing to do in his mind, and has become even more of a habit this past year when he's had all the time in the world to laze around. The occasional afternoon class that he actually has to teach isn't exactly taxing

[mrmoneypenny]

Well, there is the argument that Villiers is quite possibly already part of the furniture, what with his doormatty qualities. Always tread upon, always there, useful for cleaning things, a good person to greet others -- the list goes on.

After he takes a bite of strawberry (mmm...strawberry), Villiers is moving again to fill Friedrich's water dish and to give the pup a light snack, whenever he feels like coming around to get it. Then, standing, back to strawberries.

...although he might be nibbling at little bits of the plain sugar as well. Because sweet is good. And it's not like anyone's looking.

Although the lump of bedsheets and sleeping human is given a glance, and an affectionate smile. Because, notorious villain under covers and refusing to wake up? Is adorable.

And to add to the moment even more, the coffee's approaching ready, and doesn't it smell wonderful?

Today, Villiers decides, is a good day.

[weeper_of_blood]

It's a possibility that Le Chiffre's finally starting to wake up, or is already awake. Either way, he's shifting further down under the covers into the world of warmth, comfortableness and muffled silence. It's nice, he's decided, although he'd prefer to have Villiers back in there for the snuggles extra body heat.

Speaking of.. he's only just starting to register that there isn't a Villiers beside him, so with another sulky sounding groan, the top of his head emerges from the depths to take a look.

There are a pair of odd eyes watching Villiers now, or at least staring in the general direction he was at, peering from over the top of a set of black sheets, good eye squinting against the change of light. The covers were better, definitely, for it was dark under there.

[mrmoneypenny]

That smile's turning into a soft laugh, even as the coffee maker shuts down with a click. And so he's finishing off his strawberry before turning to the pot and pouring into the two mugs.

"You have impeccable timing," he says warmly, already reaching for the sugar. Two spoons for each of them, although Villiers' cup also gets a spot of cream and milk. A sip as well, for that matter, because a warm drink's enough to fully wake him up.

And so he returns, both cups and his little bowl of strawberries (with quite a lot of sugar dumped on them, for he only has so many hands) carried carefully and deposited on the bedside table. Before, of course, he leans over to kiss Le Chiffre and to slide back under the covers.

"Morning," he says as he settles in, "or rather, afternoon."