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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 10, 2020 20:30:42 GMT
WR groaned as the warm sun shone over them. What time was it? They felt like they had slept for at least a month. Dragging their phone from the bedside table, they turned it on with a yawn. Only 9:30? Huh.
They had to give it to the rich people -- they really knew how to pick out beds.
They would yawn as they hopped out of bed, rubbing their eyes for a moment before dressing themself. Somehow they had lost more clothes in their sleep.
After a few minutes they would emerge from the bedroom, heading toward... well, wherever people were.
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Post by Stevie-Rae Sudeki on Dec 10, 2020 21:49:23 GMT
Stevie would be in the kitchen making breakfast! Eggs, bacon, toast, biscuits, pancakes, waffles, muffins, orange juice, apple juice, coffee, milk. Anything they could want, it was there. When Stevie heard WR's foot steps she would spin around, wearing a huge grin.
"Good morning! I hope you slept well. I wasn't sure what you liked, so I made everything."
She'd shift her weight.
"Uh, Leon already left for the office, so It's just us."
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 10, 2020 21:56:35 GMT
WR would stop in the doorway at Stevie's greeting, face flushed with both irritation and embarrassment. If Stevie thought they were a grump normally, she was in for a treat with mornings.
"Right." They'd say with a yawn, slouching into one of the dining chairs as they stretched their arms.
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Post by Stevie-Rae Sudeki on Dec 11, 2020 1:09:35 GMT
Stevie spun back around and flipped a pancake.
"What do you like to drink in the morning?"
Stevie waited for WR's answer while she watched the pancake. This pan was the best for cooking them but it liked to cook them a little fast. Sometimes they burned. Sneaky pans.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 11, 2020 3:27:27 GMT
"Milk." They'd grumble, still half asleep.
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Post by Stevie-Rae Sudeki on Dec 11, 2020 3:30:59 GMT
Stevie took the pancake out of the pan and flopped in on the pile. She'd head over and grab a cup, fill it with milk, and place it in front of WR.
"Would you like some food? Do you have a preference?"
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 11, 2020 3:32:58 GMT
WR would stare at the milk as they processed the follow-up question.
"Yes n no."
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Post by Stevie-Rae Sudeki on Dec 11, 2020 3:55:51 GMT
Stevie nodded. Yes, I'm hungry, No I'm not picky. Ok. That was simple enough. The pancakes were all ready and they were hot. Stevie would slide two on to a plate. "So, pancakes. What would you like on them? Butter? Syrup? Sugar? Jam? There's an endless list to what I can add." She'd grin as she brought WR the plate and silverware. |
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 11, 2020 4:01:31 GMT
WR would just stare blankly at Stevie.
"You... put things on pancakes?" The question was one of judgement and confusion... mostly the former though.
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Post by Stevie-Rae Sudeki on Dec 11, 2020 4:03:24 GMT
Stevie smiled and nodded once.
"Uh huh. Sometimes. I really like 'em with butter and Mrs. Butterworth's Syrup."
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 11, 2020 4:25:38 GMT
"Right..." They'd add with the same look of judgement and confusion.
This woman was insane.
They would take a sip of milk while their mind flipped upside down at the idea of decorating pancakes...
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Post by Stevie-Rae Sudeki on Dec 11, 2020 4:29:10 GMT
Stevie set out the ingredients and went back to cooking waffles for herself. The other items, she would put away in little containers for their possible future at WR's place.
"I think I'll have waffles, then."
She would make quick work of whipping up the batter and cooking a few for herself before cleaning up the kitchen and finally sitting down catawampus from WR.
"So. Would you mind if I asked you a few questions? Just some table talk."
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 11, 2020 4:32:25 GMT
WR just poked and nibbled at their food until Stevie sat back down. In the few minutes she was moving around the kitchen, WR had finally woken up a bit more.
"Sure." They'd say before taking a huge swig of milk.
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Post by Stevie-Rae Sudeki on Dec 11, 2020 4:34:19 GMT
Stevie took a sip of apple juice.
"Where did your name come from, WR? I can't say it's one I've heard before."
Polite smile as she took a bit of her waffle. Stevie added butter as she chewed the bite.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 11, 2020 4:37:38 GMT
WR would nod.
This was a question they got ALL. THE. TIME... but it was a fair one, and where they would normally just respond with a death stare and 'go fuck yourself', they liked Stevie enough to share the little 'secret'.
"Well, I have two first names. Literally. Mom and dad wanted to name me different things, so, eventually they just compromised with both, with WR as a nickname."
They'd take another swig of milk before sharing their actual name.
"Willow-Rowan. Willro. WR." They'd shrug. That was the truth.
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