childrenoflilim | [spam post for the harem of champions]

[Kurama wanders in, a vase of fresh flowers in his hands. He puts it down on the table before smiling brightly and heads over to Shinji, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder]

Anything I can do, Shinji-kun?

Kurama-kun! [shinji smiles up at him while flipping a pancake.] Um...I guess you could set the table? Everything will be ready in a little bit.

Of course. [He presses a quick kiss to Shinji's cheek before opening a nearby cabinet to pull out plates for all of them] Is there any tea prepared already?

[he doesn't stammer, but damn, does he blush.] I boiled water, but didn't put anything in mugs yet. Could you do that too? The type of tea Asuka bought takes a while to steep so....

[Kurama grins softly at the blush, but doesn't say anything about it.] Of course. [And he sets about doing so]

[ it is not the smell that wakes him.

it is not the softer shift of bodies. the fainter way of yawns. not the slower trod of footsteps. but the sudden lack of warmth. the sudden lack of noises, circulated. the softer breaths and the softer sighs. the sudden bite of words at night. tossed from over shoulders. the sudden murmur of fingers upon skin. the hum of cars and trains. far and further off.

far and further - and it is strange, somehow. it feels strange, somehow. when his eyes finally open. when his vision suddenly settles. from blurred lines to sharp angles. when he finds himself mechanically smoothing the sheets beside him. attempting to determine. attempting to determine --

but, it flickers like sunlight. it folds like fingers back to palm. it shifts from beneath him like sleepy weight and half-numbed feet. as he finally finds them upon the floor. as he feels the cool, even through carpet. as he listens to the whir of the kitchen fan. the scent of something sweeter, there.

he'll follow. slowly, surely. he'll come to it, slowly. surely. and though it takes a few long minutes. and though it takes a few long minutes. he traces his way to the kitchen by memory. by the sleepy patterns followed. years upon years. before and before. and --

warmed. not even needing to see him, to know that he was there. that he had been awake. long before. and he's curling his fingers gently around the doorjamb. keeping balance: ]

Good morning, Shinji-kun.

[minatsuki is nothing so graceful, especially this early. she is assuredly not a morning person. sleeps too restlessly, wakes too often. she stumbles in, dressed in nothing but an oversized old t-shirt and her underwear, and she grabs kaworu with clumsy hands to push and drag him to the table, uses him to keep herself upright until she can collapse in a chair.]

What the fuck is with this time? Ugh. Do you have something against lunch?

Breakfast is good for people. [he turns with two mugs in hand placing one before each of them; tea for kaworu and black coffee for minatsuki. switching the drinks on accidents had led to...interesting results. ones that he did not care to repeat.] Morning, Kaworu-kun.

[ there's no note of lack of balance. no note of any surprise. and the hands, minatsuki's, seem familiar and unfamiliar as she herds him to the table. uses him for balance. accustomed to this, somehow. deep in memory. (many hands before have used him. many hands before he's tolerated. contented enough, to. no trouble. no trouble.)

and there's a fainter warmness that settles in his smile. that pulls up at his lips. and though it takes a moment to situate himself. and though he can hear the creak of bones and the slide of cloth (upon palms as he folds his own neatly. sleepy.) he makes a muffled sound, thoughtfully. as though in some amusement. (knowing what he's thinking.) ]

... Thank you. [ soft. ]

Mmrgh. [she takes a mouthful of the coffee, heedless of how hot it is, and doesn't complain even when it's obvious that it has scalded her tongue. she just puts it back onto the table and slumps against kaworu's side, drops her head onto his shoulder and closes her eyes already. and, considerably less eloquent in the mornings:] Shit. If you get up late and have lunch, doesn't that count as breakfast anyway? It's all the same fuckin' food.

[shinji rolls his eyes once certain she can't see him.] Scientists say that eating in the morning helps your brain work better. Just because it's the same food doesn't mean anything. [he gives kaworu a gentle smile then returns to his task at the stove. he's such a good number one wife.

UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE.]

_{[Asuka staggers in a few moments later. Much like Minatsuki, she hasn't bothered with anything resembling pajamas. Just an over-large t-shirt. She does make a nod to modesty in that she's wearing something more akin to boxers or shorts rather than normal underwear, though. She drapes herself on Kaworu for a moment, face buried in the mess of his hair, before she finally finds a seat.]}

What's for breakfast, anyway?

_{[She stifles a yawn.]}

[kurama had been so kind as to set the table earlier, leaving shinji with the much simpler task of feeding this small army of sleepyheads. he puts a plate of fresh pancakes in front of asuka in wordless answer. good enough for her?]

[And then Kurama comes around behind him and places Asuka's tea next to her plate, and sets a cup of Shinji's preferred drink at his place on the table.

And he's smiling, how dare he have such a bright smile on his face so early in the morning.]

[she's reaching over to snatch a pancake from the plate, and then she goes back to dozing on kaworu's shoulder while she eats it.]

I can just go back to sleep after this, right?

[ and the smile had been noted. the smile had been seen. before the warmer press of minatsuki's body against his own begins to lull him back to sleep. begins to coax him back to sleep. disrupted, and only gently, by the filtering of voices. the softer mumblings. asuka's touches, weighed by slumber. and -- finally --

from between the two, kaworu slowly shakes off sleep. again. slowly comes to being. again. and blinks, if only to clear his vision. blinks, if only to clear his sight - and carefully. gently. moves to select a pancake. curious. (tried before, but never this kind. likely.)

but there's a soft sound of amusement he makes in response to that comment. to minatsuki's. a soft sound of some amusement, as she again pillows her head against him.

usual. ]

[Kurama watches them affectionately for a moment before selecting his own pancakes and sitting down.

To Minatsuki]

I had thought that we were going to freshen up the flower vases this morning.

[ there's a pause, and she slowly seems to wake a little more. ]

Ah, fuck. That can't wait 'til later, we've gotta do 'em early... Okay, okay, that first. Then I'm going back to bed.

[He chuckles softly]

Of course. Start with the ones in the living room or kitchen?

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