Blenner's Apartment, Sunday Morning [6/3]

[noapte_denoapte]

Accepting defeat had never really been Vlad's forte. So, here he was, giving that omelet thing another try.

He was very good at the chopping parts, at least...

[For Walter. And NFB on the off chance of IBS.]

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[walter_n_wires]

Walter padded into the kitchen wearing nothing but his trousers and trying to finger comb his sleep-tousled hair into something he could put in a ponytail.

"Good morning."

[noapte_denoapte]

"Good morning."

Vlad eyed Walter, not with out some appreciation.

"I think you should start keeping clothing here as well as groceries," he said, "You'll look quite disreputable stumbling back to the dorms like that in the morning."

Said he who was clad in loose, black pajama bottoms and not much else.

[walter_n_wires]

The appreciation was definitely reciprocated. All the pajama bottoms did was set off Vlad's skin in the sort of contrast you would expect to see in some graceful brushed ink painting.

"I'll bring some tonight." It wasn't quite a question, although there was a slight lilt on the last word, to give Vlad the opportunity to say no.

[noapte_denoapte]

Vlad nodded.

"Alright."

He was chopping mushrooms, now. The knife tapped a quick stacatto against the counter top.

"So, today's your trek out into the swamp?"

[noapte_denoapte]

Vlad nodded as he pulled cutlery and napkins from a drawer and set them up on the small table near the kitchen.

They could at least enjoy the view of the garden if they couldn't enjoy the garden's own view.

"What do you suggest we cook?" he asked.

[walter_n_wires]

"Barring something interesting you see watching cooking shows," Walter took time while the next omelet cooked to find some tea, "I suggest something like spaghetti. It's one of Pippi's specialties. And I assume this is more about the gathering than the cuisine."

[noapte_denoapte]

Spaghetti...

Vlad nodded.

"You're right. Anything in particular you'd enjoy for dessert?"

[walter_n_wires]

Walter didn't say a word, just grinned up at him.

[noapte_denoapte]

Vlad took the unrepentantly modded cigarette from Walter's hand and touched it's tip to that of the one in his mouth.

Once it was lit, he smiled and held it out to Walter.

"Would that interest you?" he asked, "Taking charge of parts of our homes?"

[walter_n_wires]

"It's what I do," Walter pointed out and took back his cigarette, totally not having missed "our" homes. "Of course it interests me.

[noapte_denoapte]

Vlad nodded.

"That... would please me," he said finally.

[walter_n_wires]

"Good." It seemed that Walter quite often did the opposite of pleasing him these days, he was happy to have the opportunity to make even modest amends.

"It will give me an opportunity to learn about our homes." See, he could use the word, too.