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[penitently]

"Please leave a message. I would not want to miss your call."

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[broil]

[He'll be a good boy and fall asleep, even if he's sulking. Hopefully he'll be in a better mood in the morning. He'll try to find Kurt in the living room soon as he's up, at least.]

[penitently]

[Kurt will be sprawled over the couch, blanket fallen to the floor, pillow half off, and legs and arms akimbo, tail looped around the back to keep him from falling off.]

[broil]

[He doesn't ask for permission to touch him. He's sleeping anyway, so who cares, he thinks, brushing his hand down to feel the tip of a pointy ear. He runs his fingers through his hair, too. Not quite an affectionate gesture as much as it's simply curious.]

[penitently]

[Kurt's breathing stutters as he starts to wake, blinking yellow, sleepy eyes up at Petre. The touch to his ear tickles, but he's got a small smile from the hand through his hair.]

Petre?

[broil]

Rise and shine.

[He sounds less like a brat now. Yay.]

Sleep well? Doesn't look like a comfortable couch.

[penitently]

[Silver lining? Hopefully.

He moves to get up, sitting and stretching, yawning and covering his mouth before looking back up at his house guest.]

I have slept in worse. How was your rest? Is your head all right?

[broil]

Of course it is. I told you I don't get headaches.

[See? Not much of a liar after all.]

I did offer to let you sleep on the bed with me.

[penitently]

Yes, you did, but that would not have been right.

[Kurt was Catholic, remember? No taking advantage of drunk little demons.]

[broil]

Right, right.

[whateverrrrrrrrr.]

So, what's for breakfast?

[penitently]

Ah...

[He scratched at his hair, looking over towards the kitchen.]

What would you like?

[broil]

Bacon.

[the answer is immediate.]

[penitently]

I... think I might have some of that.

Would you like eggs as well?

[Getting up, he almost trips over the blanket, righting himself before bending down and picking it up to set on the couch.]

[broil]

Sure. Scrambled?

[pamper me good sir.]

[penitently]

[Eyeroll]

That, I can do. Would you like coffee or tea?

[Manners had kicked in and it was now time for the sleepy mutant to shuffle over to the kitchen to start the day.]

[broil]

Coffee.

[this is good. he likes this. hopefully Kurt is a good cook.]

[penitently]

Coffee it is.

[And so Kurt set about making scrambled eggs, bacon, and coffee, pouring Petre a cup and indicating he could make it as he liked while he finished up with the food.]

So how is it you were out so late by yourself last night?

[broil]

[what a good host. he takes a seat and waits, resting his head on his fist.]

I got bored. Thought I'd go out and pick up chicks.

[penitently]

[The food was made quickly enough and Kurt let the bacon drain on a plate with paper towels as he dished out the eggs to two plates, setting them down on the kitchen table before bringing the bacon and his own coffee over. Cutlery came next, then he was sitting down and gesturing for Petre to dig in.]

I assume that did not go as you'd hoped?

[broil]

[All the while, Petre watched him and waited. Having things done for him was quite a nice feeling. This must be how it felt to wake up in some domestic scenario where your breakfast was made for you every morning. It was nice.]

Thank you, Kay-kay.

[and dig in he does.]

Well, you win some, you lose some.

[he talks as he chews. classy.]

What were you up to?

[penitently]

Not much. Watching a movie, but they are easily watched at any time.

[If you expected anything flashier, you were barking up the wrong mutant, Petre. Kurt was happy to be able to sit at home and enjoy the small comforts.]

[broil]

Oh, drat. I interrupted your me-time.

[He's smiling.]

[penitently]

[He grinned and picked up his coffee.]

All time is me time. I am capable of handling my schedule.

[broil]

Careful with how you say that, people might take it as innuendo.

This is pretty good.

[food approved, good job kurt.]

[penitently]

Innuend-- oh. Ah... no.

[Yep. Blush time.]

[broil]

[The blue man blushes, whoa. And Petre laughs because he genuinely thinks he's funny. It's quite sad.]

I gotta wonder, though. Do you just spend your time alone all the time? [chew chew.] What is your type?