Bryn opened his mouth to say something and closed it when Zack tore out of the living room. He just couldn't do anything right today, could he? He sighed deeply and wandered into the kitchen, realizing that the pasta was done. Well, at least he had an excuse to apologize now.
He filled a bowl with pasta and wandered over to the spare room, knocking on the door.
Zack flopped down onto the bed he moved in, laying down and cuddling away. He’d be comfortable in the privacy of a room away from that Human. He shut his eyes and sighed deeply. He heard a knock and covered his head with a pillow he found. It was on clearance and was really comfy. He couldn’t wait to be able to sleep on it without being interrupted.
"Okay, fine," Bryn mumbled to himself, taking a deep breath as he prepared to be the bigger man. "Hey, I'm sorry about today. I've been acting like a total ass and I get why you're pissed. I'm not really used to having another person around the house and it's been… weird, I guess, trying to figure out how to coexist." He set the bowl on the ground a few paces from the door, feeling weirdly exposed. "Um, anyway, I'm gonna leave some pasta on the ground for you, have a nice night."
(Skip?)
(Sure)
(Wheeeen?)
(good question. Um… maybe the next morning? Like Bryn's cooking some breakfast and Zack emerges or something)
(Sure! Sounds good.)
(Cool! You gonna start?)
(I guess I can? But your boi will be waking up first.)
(I mean, I can if you want)
(Do you want me to or?)
(sure, please do)
Zack had woken up early. But he did it just to close the curtains of the nosy sun. He was back in bed and was still asleep as noon approached.
He had left the spaghetti abandoned close to his room as he snored. He was back in the other position with one of his legs out to enjoy the cold air. His legs twitched and the Demon cooed comfortably as he dreamed.
Bryn had been vacuuming the bedroom because as much as he hated to admit it, Zack had been right about the house needing a cleaning. He was kind of traumatized by what he found under the bed, to be honest, and he needed a break or he was going to go completely mute from horror.
He noticed the spaghetti from yesterday and picked it up, chucking it into the garbage once he reached the kitchen. His stomach growled angrily and… damn, he hadn't realized he was that hungry. He struggled through the cabinets until he found a frying pan and braved a trip to the new refrigerator to grab some eggs.
Zack had completely reorganized the refrigerator, meaning actually stocked it with food. There was poultry and veggies, and dairies. There was even a few sweets he found and was keeping way in the back as if trying to hide it. The fridge itself was really nice. It had one of those ice dispenser thingies. It was clearly used but in nice shape.
Bryn blinked at all the food, floored by the variety. He hadn't bothered to buy this many groceries since college, maybe even before then. He grabbed one of the candies and munched on it as he turned on the stove, slightly surprised when the normally troublesome burner started up right away. Zack had really done a number on this place, hadn't he? He laughed, cracking an egg and setting it in the pan to cook.
He should probably try to apologize. Or at least do something that could be construed as an apology. He walked over to Zack's room, knocking loudly on the door. "Hey! What do you want for breakfast?"
Zack was still snoring deeply as the egg was sent to its incinerator and oily fate. Zack jerked awake when the door was slammed on, sitting up with his hair all fluffed out. He yawned slowly, rubbing his hair slowly.
“Ugh… more sleep,” He growled to him through the door, flopping back down with a deep sigh. He didn’t want to deal with anything.
"You can't eat sleep, dumbass. How do you like your eggs?" Speaking of eggs… he'd kept the burner low enough not to burn down the house, right? He didn't smell smoke, that was probably a good sign.
“Death,” He answered, which really didn’t make much sense. He snuggled back up into the bed and lodged himself under the pillow with a deep huffing noise. He wanted to death. That would be nice. It’d be better than hanging out with Bryn.
"Has anyone ever told you you're really difficult in the mornings?" Bryn crosses his arms and glared at the door, which was actually kind of pointless but he didn't really care. "You know what? Fuck it." He stalked back into the kitchen, sighing gratefully when he realized his egg had failed to set the kitchen on fire. He flipped it carefully before scrounging around for some plates.
Zack hugged the pillow over his head, hoping sincerely it would suffocate him. He was allowed to be tired after his day of lifting and pushing. He had no help at all and did so much it literally hurt to move. He probably wouldn’t move all day and just hope Bryn didn’t get home until late so he had an excuse to. Moving and agony without much pay up did not suit Zack’s lifestyle, but it’s mostly how he lived. He just didn’t realize it.
Bryn, because he was feeling particularly kind and also a little bad about last night, cooked Zack a pretty fancy breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, a side of scrambled eggs, the whole shebang. He kicked Zack's door, hand too full to knock. "I made you breakfast, open up."
Zack whined loudly as he was jerked awake again, hoping it would just fucking kill him next time so he could stop being so sensitive.
“Nooo I don’t want breakfast! I’m too tired, just save it for me or something,” He mumbled, so it wasn’t able to be heard past the pillows and blankets he was curled up with.
"You know what, I'm coming in if you're not going to answer me. Also, I'm going to slap you senseless if you died, I'm not dealing with that shit before coffee." Bryn shuffled the shit in his hands around until he had one free. He waited a few seconds to see if Zack would yell at him to leave or threaten to kill him or something.
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