He finishes his apple, chucking it in the bin. He looked over at the clock hanging on the wall: 1:45. Man, it's early he thought, walking to the tartan couch in the middle of the living room. He draped himself over it, looking at the ceiling.
Juliette came into the living room, and announced, "The file says we start day after tomorrow. That means we'll have plenty of time to go pick up disguises and figure out where we'll infiltrate."
"Okay," He said, sitting up, "The kitchens fully stocked, as well. We can go into town tomorrow to get the stuff we need."
"Sounds good," she agreed. "I'm going to turn in. See you tomorrow."
"Night," He responded, going to his own room.
(Morning tiiiiiime X0 )
(Since he likes to cook, will he be making breakfast, or will he be snoring on the couch? X)
(I feel like he'll be snoring)
( XD nice)
Juliette woke up early, straightened her room, and decided to make breakfast. She couldn't remember if there was a coffee machine in the kitchen, but she hoped there was.
Passing the couch in the living room, she wrinkled her nose at the sound of Drew snoring. Should she wake him up, or leave him to the vibrations of his respiratory structures?
She settled for the latter, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Drew kept snoring, stopping only to mumble a quick, "Stay away dastardly food demons." After a few minutes pass and he rolls over in his sleep, falling off the couch. He lands with a thud, and it's quiet for a moment before he's back to snoring.
Hearing "Dastardly food demons", it was all she could do not to start laughing like crazy. When next she heard a loud thump, she dashed out of the kitchen and saw Drew now sprawled on the floor. Covering her mouth with both hands, she stumbled back into the kitchen, snorting.
"Wha-" He said, turning over on to his back. He blinked a few times before actually opening his eyes. He sat up and turned to look at Juliette, "What?" He asked.
"Nothing," she called, grabbing some eggs from the fridge.
"Why am I on the floor?" He asked himself, looking at the couch in a confused manner. He shrugged it off and stood up, walking to the kitchen.
"Uh -" She struggled not to laugh. "I think you fell off."
"That would explain it," He nodded, leaning against a counter. "I don't believe I've asked you your allergies."
(My brothers are cracking up because I'm trying to type 'said', and I'm typing sad and sid on accident. XD )
"Like I said yesterday, being stabbed is one," she commented, cracking the eggs into a bowl, and going back to the fridge for milk. "I might be allergic to dust, though."
(Poor sid, he's so sad)
"That is another quite common one," He said, taking out a box of Frosties. "Any other important information I should know about you?"
"I don't like spiders," she pointed out, mixing some milk into her eggs.
"I'm going to get a pet tarantula," He joked, taking a bowl and pouring Frosties into it.
"If you dare –" she said threateningly, narrowing her eyes at him and wielding the fork she had been using to stir her eggs like it was a sword.
"I've just decided to get two," He smiled, taking the milk and pouring that in to the bowl.
She muttered something under her breath, placing a frying pan on the stove and turning on the burner.
He got out a spoon. "Pardon?" He asked, not catching what she said.
"I said, you're an A-hole," she jeered, dropping some butter into the pan, the corners of her mouth twitching.