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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [10/21].
At some point last week, Wayne had been making some notes about some of the regionally inspired breakfasts they'd been having to carry on over to his own Monday Morning Breakfasts, but, really, when all was said and done, when he actually got to making breakfast that morning, he decided, fuck, all that was gonna do was make him him miss the place. Not necessarily miss bein' on vacation, he didn't really do well with idleness and vacations and things like that, but he had enjoyed the trip, and decided maybe getting back to the more traditional stuff could be in order jus' to sort of set up the idea that it was back to the old usual grind again.
So there were pancakes and eggs and bacon and what have you as per usual, and that was all well and dandy, but then there was the whole issue with the coffee, and the fact that what Wayne got when he brewed up a pot was less of life-giving bean juice and more midnight matinee horror show. Because what he got was definitely a pot of what was absolutely fake blood (because real blood didn't really look like that).
He sniffed it, made a face, and poured the whole pot right down the sink and rinsed it out (and the sink, too, lest it look like he was up to something decidedly not breakfast related around here), and tried again. Same thing. Dumped that, figgured mebbe the third time's a charm, but no such luck. Which left him to narrow his eyes at the coffee maker, squinting at it accusingly.
"Now, look here, bud," he said, fully aware that he was standing there, talking to a kitchen appliance, "if you've got a problem with coffee this morning, then you've got a problem with me, an' I suggest you let that one marinate!"
This island had put them through a lot of terrible things, sure but no coffee on a Monday morning after a vacation? Fuck a duck, that was just a whole new level of cruelty that Wayne almost couldn't stand to contemplate.
[[ My schedule's a bit wonky this week, so a bit of SP on my end, more'n likeleh, but open breakfast is definitely open! ]]
So there were pancakes and eggs and bacon and what have you as per usual, and that was all well and dandy, but then there was the whole issue with the coffee, and the fact that what Wayne got when he brewed up a pot was less of life-giving bean juice and more midnight matinee horror show. Because what he got was definitely a pot of what was absolutely fake blood (because real blood didn't really look like that).
He sniffed it, made a face, and poured the whole pot right down the sink and rinsed it out (and the sink, too, lest it look like he was up to something decidedly not breakfast related around here), and tried again. Same thing. Dumped that, figgured mebbe the third time's a charm, but no such luck. Which left him to narrow his eyes at the coffee maker, squinting at it accusingly.
"Now, look here, bud," he said, fully aware that he was standing there, talking to a kitchen appliance, "if you've got a problem with coffee this morning, then you've got a problem with me, an' I suggest you let that one marinate!"
This island had put them through a lot of terrible things, sure but no coffee on a Monday morning after a vacation? Fuck a duck, that was just a whole new level of cruelty that Wayne almost couldn't stand to contemplate.
[[ My schedule's a bit wonky this week, so a bit of SP on my end, more'n likeleh, but open breakfast is definitely open! ]]
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A beat.
"Good moooooooooooooorning, Okuyasu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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He totally did.
"And good morning to you too!"
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"I mean, like, compliments are something Wayne deserves for breakfast," she conceded. "But vacation isn't a bad thing to miss…………………… even if you are cheerful this morning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How are you doing???????????????????"
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He rubbed a hand against his forehead. "I kind of miss things being exciting, I guess, if you really want to know."
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She wanted to argue that Okuyasu was totally smart enough to do thinky mystery things but, like, she wasn't entirely sure he actually was and…
Honestly, though, that didn't really stop her from feeling a rush of affection for him.
"Maybe we'll get something you can punch later this week," she said encouragingly, instead. "Like, if the number of scary movies Prompto and I flipped through were any indicator, if this is a Halloween thing then there'll be more than enough monsters for you to hit at some point before the end of the month!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She considered that.
"I like hitting things too," Nina added. "Though thinky mysteries are also awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"You know, this Halloween thing is really weird," Okuyasu said. "I mean, I know what it is, but it's not all that important in Japan. But we do scary a different sort of way, I think."
"I leave the mystery stuff to Josuke and Koichi. Or, here, to... pretty much all the other people. There's plenty of nerds who can get that done."
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Which she sounded gleeful about.
Unlike her brother, Nina wasn't a wimp.
"Are you doing anything for it??????????????????? Dressing up???????????????"
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He pulled a face. "Do I need to worry about fitting in?"
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"Do you think anyone here's going to worry about fitting in?????????????????" Nina wondered. "Like, no, I just thought it'd be fun?????????????????????"
Maybe she'd throw a party…………
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Way to bring the mood down a little, buddy.
"But I can do fun! I guess I hadn't really thought about it at all."
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She was the weird kid with no friends back home.
"Yeah," she said, "I get that....................."
With a shake of her head, though, she was going to soldier on with:
"Neither had I until we'd started talking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was too busy with figuring out this weekend to worry about the Thursday after it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"Wait, what are you worried about this weekend? Is something happening?"
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Look, it was Prompto's birthday this weekend and Nina was going all out.
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Because she was also drawing up card to invite people out to this, so they'd have no way to miss the invites.
"You're like, totally invited, though!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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...It wasn't a non-sequitor if you knew he'd recently taken a lot of selfies with turtles on that phone.
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And, like--
"You know what???????????????" she said, beaming. "I'd love to see pictures of turtles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Yeah, that's... a lot of why that didn't work.
So now Okuyasu had pulled up pictures of him with the giant turtles and was scrolling through them, smiling.
"He hates turtles."