29 CHimera Court, Sunday Morning

[mouthy_merc]

Well...

He wasn't in a hotel room. This was good.

And there was still a husband. And a hungover minion downstairs.

Interesting.

He wanted waffles now. So, he was in the kitchen. Making waffles.

"Mmm, waffly goodness."


[[OOC: Open for folks who might be in the house or stopping by]]

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[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly couldn't help grinning and leaned against the doorway to the kitchen. Hopefully the existence of sausagey druids was a good sign, yes?

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

That would be about when Wade noticed her. And quickly went back to waffles.

"Hey." He offered a plate, not looking her in the eye. Waffles made up for making someone cry, right?

No?

Damn it.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"If the druids ate people and I eat the druids, does that make me a double cannibal?" she asked, taking the plate and studying it carefully. Mmm, avoidy.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Avoidy was good! Wade was all for it.

"Well, since they're made of sausage, I'd say no. But then again, I'm not sure if you have some weird relatives."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"None of my relatives are pigs at least," she said. She paused. "As far as I know."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Neither of your parents seemed pig-like to me, at least..." They seemed kinda hot, really. "So..."

It seemed having an actual talk with Arashi had made him all avoidy deficient today. DAMN IT ALL.

"Sorry."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly glanced up at him in complete surprise. They had this avoidance thing down. Not avoiding was just confusing. "I'm sorry too," she murmured, looking back down at the sausages.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

There was a silence for a moment before the waffle maker beeped.

"I have some coffee made." A beat. "And Irish Cream there. Because it's not a Sunday morning without Irish coffee or a Bloody Mary."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly stared at him for half a second before she started laughing, trying hard not to be amused at the irony of that. "What about mimosas? Can it be a Sunday morning with them?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade was very proud for not facepalming there. "Well, I'm fresh out of champagne, so maybe next week."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Now I'm disappointed in you," she teased then set the plate down carefully to try to give him a hug.

Cause she needed one, dammit.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Hugging was good. Very good.

Wade hugged back tightly. "Can we pretend yesterday didn't happen?"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Please," she murmured into his shoulder, not quite ready to let him go.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I'm down with that," Wade replied, not letting go either.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

She relaxed slightly into him. "Good. I'm glad I found you here."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Me too."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly pulled back just a bit to look up at him. "I have a very important question then."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade frowned, looking down at her warily. "What?"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Why is there a zonked out Rikku on your couch?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade frowned, thinking the answer was obvious. "She passed out at Caritas last night and I wanted to make sure she didn't die in her sleep?"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly grinned and squeezed him again. "Just making sure. Rather it be that then something else."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

He frowned again. "What else would it be?"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"She got hurt or something? She was really sick? Something else happened that she needed a friend immediately?" Aly sighed. "I didn't mean anything bad by it."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Sorry," He muttered, pulling away. "Used to people assuming the worst."

And the weekend sure as hell brought that back up.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

She caught his arm for half a second. "Hey Wade? You're my best friend. I'm never going to assume the worst of you."

And regardless of yesterday not happening, that still needed to be said.