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[ closed ] smells like teen spirit (it's waffles)
WHO: Atsumu, Tony and Gen.
WHAT: Three teen lads enjoying a friendly waffle brunch together. :)
WHERE: Amos' residence, Highstorm.
WHEN: Early March / Early Pelu
WARNINGS: Rated T for swearing and a fistfight, probably.
[ He rouses to the smell of ... something. Something tasty and a little sweet.
Gen doesn't even know how long he's been sleeping, what time it is, what day it is. The days all tend to meld together when all you do is sleep, stumble to the kitchen once in a while for a glass of water and maybe a bite of whatever in sight, then go back to sleep. But at a certain point, cheese and raw vegetables eaten plain have their limits, and Gen blearily blinks awake to the sensation of his stomach rumbling furiously. He's so hungry it's almost a little painful.
The sound of his footsteps come uneven and a little stumbling when he arduously hauls himself upright, then slowly makes his way towards the kitchen, where he can hear sounds of activity. Tony and Atsumu are there, huh? No wonder he was able to sleep quietly for a while. Maybe he can steal a bite of whatever it is Amos has cooked for them.
His hair's sticking out at all sorts of stupid angle when he comes into view from the kitchen, looking as groggy and disheveled as one would expect from the person who's been sleeping nigh endlessly. Gen blinks tiredly, unhappily, as he leans against the doorframe, squints at whatever the hell is going on in the kitchen, frowns, glances around ... then clears his throat so he can croak, ]
Where's Amos.
[ What he means: why is it just you two dipshits in here. ]
WHAT: Three teen lads enjoying a friendly waffle brunch together. :)
WHERE: Amos' residence, Highstorm.
WHEN: Early March / Early Pelu
WARNINGS: Rated T for swearing and a fistfight, probably.
[ He rouses to the smell of ... something. Something tasty and a little sweet.
Gen doesn't even know how long he's been sleeping, what time it is, what day it is. The days all tend to meld together when all you do is sleep, stumble to the kitchen once in a while for a glass of water and maybe a bite of whatever in sight, then go back to sleep. But at a certain point, cheese and raw vegetables eaten plain have their limits, and Gen blearily blinks awake to the sensation of his stomach rumbling furiously. He's so hungry it's almost a little painful.
The sound of his footsteps come uneven and a little stumbling when he arduously hauls himself upright, then slowly makes his way towards the kitchen, where he can hear sounds of activity. Tony and Atsumu are there, huh? No wonder he was able to sleep quietly for a while. Maybe he can steal a bite of whatever it is Amos has cooked for them.
His hair's sticking out at all sorts of stupid angle when he comes into view from the kitchen, looking as groggy and disheveled as one would expect from the person who's been sleeping nigh endlessly. Gen blinks tiredly, unhappily, as he leans against the doorframe, squints at whatever the hell is going on in the kitchen, frowns, glances around ... then clears his throat so he can croak, ]
Where's Amos.
[ What he means: why is it just you two dipshits in here. ]