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maskormenacelogs2015-11-07 04:21 pm
coppelganger) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-11-07 04:21 pm
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your modern tongue keeps talking it over
WHO: Sarah and George and hideous pancakes
WHERE: Nonah 002
WHEN: November 7, midnight-ish
WHAT: IDIOTS + BREAKFAST + emotional devastation, probably
WARNINGS: Language??
[ Pros of kinda-sorta dating (or whatever. whatever! whatever.) a guy who works all kinds of crazy hours: there's a good chance that he's going to be walking in the door at midnight, which is coincidentally the best time for breakfast, especially when you're someone who sometimes has trouble sleeping. Which is why on this particular night Sarah is hanging out in the kitchen of Nonah 002, dishing out eggs and pancakes shaped like mutated animals (not punk at all, but it's a habit she got into when cooking for Kira and now she's kind of attached to the weirdly shaped pancakes) onto plates. She hasn't bothered making coffee, because another George pro: he makes his own.
She can't help but be kind of embarrassed when he walks in the door, because this is the kind of domestic crap that she can't help judging herself for, but… it's food. They're both up. They need to eat, yeah? Yeah. So she just clears her throat and shrugs, resisting the urge to tap her fingers nervously against the countertop. ]
Hey. Uh, I made breakfast.
WHERE: Nonah 002
WHEN: November 7, midnight-ish
WHAT: IDIOTS + BREAKFAST + emotional devastation, probably
WARNINGS: Language??
[ Pros of kinda-sorta dating (or whatever. whatever! whatever.) a guy who works all kinds of crazy hours: there's a good chance that he's going to be walking in the door at midnight, which is coincidentally the best time for breakfast, especially when you're someone who sometimes has trouble sleeping. Which is why on this particular night Sarah is hanging out in the kitchen of Nonah 002, dishing out eggs and pancakes shaped like mutated animals (not punk at all, but it's a habit she got into when cooking for Kira and now she's kind of attached to the weirdly shaped pancakes) onto plates. She hasn't bothered making coffee, because another George pro: he makes his own.
She can't help but be kind of embarrassed when he walks in the door, because this is the kind of domestic crap that she can't help judging herself for, but… it's food. They're both up. They need to eat, yeah? Yeah. So she just clears her throat and shrugs, resisting the urge to tap her fingers nervously against the countertop. ]
Hey. Uh, I made breakfast.