Chapter Twenty Two: The Breakfast Club
Yes, folks, I'm back. Nano again, and I'm stuck on my other plot over at ensnarethedawn, so I'm working on this!
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Chapter Twenty Two: The Breakfast Club
"You're here!" Roger practically squealed, dropping a handful of napkins and pouncing on Mark with much more enthusiasm than Mark had expected. Mark laughed, setting his duffel bag down, and hugged Roger tightly.
"Yeah, I'm here." He said with a laugh, not letting go. It had only been a few months, but he'd missed Roger so much it almost hurt, and now seeing him here, being here and able to hug him and talk to him and see his crazy, excited grin, it just was too much to ask Mark to let go soon.
"I didn't know if you'd actually come!" Roger said, pulling back and gathering the napkins, which had (for the most part) landed on an unoccupied table. "I mean, I was really hoping you weren't shitting me or anything, but I didn't think you'd have the guts to actually..."
"Leave?" Mark finished with a wry grin. Roger grinned back.
"Yeah, something like that." He nodded. He hugged Mark again, kissing his hair absently before practically bouncing off to grab someone's breakfast, leaving Mark flushed and a handful of patrons looking at him with varied reactions, from one older man who looked a bit disgusted to a girl sitting with her boyfriend who looked like she thought it was the cutest thing ever. Mark had to resist the urge to announce that they weren't actually together or anything. "So I'm getting of in about twenty minutes, you want some breakfast while you're waiting?"
"Hmm?" Mark blinked, tearing his attention away from the menu posted on the wall. Roger rolled his eyes.
"I asked if you wanted breakfast while you waited for me to get off in twenty minutes." He said, ruffling Mark's hair. Mark rolled his eyes slightly, but nodded.
"Yeah, that actually sounds pretty good."
"Alright, good sir, have a seat!"
Mark told Roger to just get him something good and inexpensive, and a coffee - despite Mark's dislike for the drink, he could use the caffeine after that bus ride. He watched Roger go about his work as he waited for his food and sipped his coffee (drowned in cream and sugar, of course). Roger was exuberant and friendly and cheerful, more than Mark would've expected, and he found himself wondering if it had anything to do with him. Because Roger definitely didn't like his job that much, Mark knew that from listening to him complain any time they talked for more than ten minutes. And Roger had been so excited to see him...
No, it would be better to stop that thought in its tracks. He couldn't afford to get distracted by that again already.
"Okay, here you go, scrambled eggs with bacon and french toast and regular toast and home fries." Roger set the various plates on the table and Mark raised his eyebrows.
"You don't seriously expect me to be able to eat all this?" Mark asked, amused. "Or pay for it?"
"Of course not, dumb ass." Roger laughed and plopped down opposite him. "It's on me. And I haven't taken my five-minute coffee break today and I've got five minutes left on my shift - Suzie's going to clock me out in five minutes and I'm going to have breakfast, too!" Mark rolled his eyes as Roger pushed the eggs at him and started drowning the french toast in syrup. Then he paused, looking around as if confused. "Did I forget to bring the sausage?"
"I think you brought out the whole fucking pantry." Mark rolled his eyes, chuckling. Roger stuck his tongue out.
"Shut up, I did not." He said, taking a bite. "I brought us both breakfast. It's not that much food."
"It was when I thought it was all for me." Mark pointed out. Roger paused thoughtfully.
"Oh. Huh. Good point." He shrugged absently. "Whatever." Mark watched in a mixture of amazement and shock as Roger practically inhaled his french toast, his own eggs only somewhere around a quarter finished. Roger looked up, the last bite on its way to its ultimate doom, and frowned. "Aren't you going to eat?"
"I am eating, Roger." Mark said, bemused. "Like any normal person. You're the one teleporting the french toast directly from your plate to your stomach." Roger rolled his eyes and grabbed a piece of normal toast, spreading strawberry jam on it.
"So why'd you leave?" Mark glanced up from his eggs.
"Huh?"
"Why'd you leave?" Roger repeated, his expression curious. "I mean, I know you didn't like it, but most people don't."
"I don't know." Mark flushed slightly, and hoped Roger wouldn't notice. "I just... I was miserable and kind of realized I would rather be a starving artist working a minimum wage job than a college student getting a degree I don't want to get a job I don't want." He shrugged.
Roger grinned wickedly. "I think you just missed me."
"You're delusional."
"Aw, didn't you miss my sexy grin? My great fashion sense?"
"Your body odor?"
"Hey, shut up, you see how flowery you smell after working for 8 hours!"
"Roger, if I never smell flowery in my life, I'll be happy."
"Shut up and eat your non-kosher breakfast meats, Jewboy."
Enjoy!
Chapter Twenty Two: The Breakfast Club
"You're here!" Roger practically squealed, dropping a handful of napkins and pouncing on Mark with much more enthusiasm than Mark had expected. Mark laughed, setting his duffel bag down, and hugged Roger tightly.
"Yeah, I'm here." He said with a laugh, not letting go. It had only been a few months, but he'd missed Roger so much it almost hurt, and now seeing him here, being here and able to hug him and talk to him and see his crazy, excited grin, it just was too much to ask Mark to let go soon.
"I didn't know if you'd actually come!" Roger said, pulling back and gathering the napkins, which had (for the most part) landed on an unoccupied table. "I mean, I was really hoping you weren't shitting me or anything, but I didn't think you'd have the guts to actually..."
"Leave?" Mark finished with a wry grin. Roger grinned back.
"Yeah, something like that." He nodded. He hugged Mark again, kissing his hair absently before practically bouncing off to grab someone's breakfast, leaving Mark flushed and a handful of patrons looking at him with varied reactions, from one older man who looked a bit disgusted to a girl sitting with her boyfriend who looked like she thought it was the cutest thing ever. Mark had to resist the urge to announce that they weren't actually together or anything. "So I'm getting of in about twenty minutes, you want some breakfast while you're waiting?"
"Hmm?" Mark blinked, tearing his attention away from the menu posted on the wall. Roger rolled his eyes.
"I asked if you wanted breakfast while you waited for me to get off in twenty minutes." He said, ruffling Mark's hair. Mark rolled his eyes slightly, but nodded.
"Yeah, that actually sounds pretty good."
"Alright, good sir, have a seat!"
Mark told Roger to just get him something good and inexpensive, and a coffee - despite Mark's dislike for the drink, he could use the caffeine after that bus ride. He watched Roger go about his work as he waited for his food and sipped his coffee (drowned in cream and sugar, of course). Roger was exuberant and friendly and cheerful, more than Mark would've expected, and he found himself wondering if it had anything to do with him. Because Roger definitely didn't like his job that much, Mark knew that from listening to him complain any time they talked for more than ten minutes. And Roger had been so excited to see him...
No, it would be better to stop that thought in its tracks. He couldn't afford to get distracted by that again already.
"Okay, here you go, scrambled eggs with bacon and french toast and regular toast and home fries." Roger set the various plates on the table and Mark raised his eyebrows.
"You don't seriously expect me to be able to eat all this?" Mark asked, amused. "Or pay for it?"
"Of course not, dumb ass." Roger laughed and plopped down opposite him. "It's on me. And I haven't taken my five-minute coffee break today and I've got five minutes left on my shift - Suzie's going to clock me out in five minutes and I'm going to have breakfast, too!" Mark rolled his eyes as Roger pushed the eggs at him and started drowning the french toast in syrup. Then he paused, looking around as if confused. "Did I forget to bring the sausage?"
"I think you brought out the whole fucking pantry." Mark rolled his eyes, chuckling. Roger stuck his tongue out.
"Shut up, I did not." He said, taking a bite. "I brought us both breakfast. It's not that much food."
"It was when I thought it was all for me." Mark pointed out. Roger paused thoughtfully.
"Oh. Huh. Good point." He shrugged absently. "Whatever." Mark watched in a mixture of amazement and shock as Roger practically inhaled his french toast, his own eggs only somewhere around a quarter finished. Roger looked up, the last bite on its way to its ultimate doom, and frowned. "Aren't you going to eat?"
"I am eating, Roger." Mark said, bemused. "Like any normal person. You're the one teleporting the french toast directly from your plate to your stomach." Roger rolled his eyes and grabbed a piece of normal toast, spreading strawberry jam on it.
"So why'd you leave?" Mark glanced up from his eggs.
"Huh?"
"Why'd you leave?" Roger repeated, his expression curious. "I mean, I know you didn't like it, but most people don't."
"I don't know." Mark flushed slightly, and hoped Roger wouldn't notice. "I just... I was miserable and kind of realized I would rather be a starving artist working a minimum wage job than a college student getting a degree I don't want to get a job I don't want." He shrugged.
Roger grinned wickedly. "I think you just missed me."
"You're delusional."
"Aw, didn't you miss my sexy grin? My great fashion sense?"
"Your body odor?"
"Hey, shut up, you see how flowery you smell after working for 8 hours!"
"Roger, if I never smell flowery in my life, I'll be happy."
"Shut up and eat your non-kosher breakfast meats, Jewboy."