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Post by ELIJAH KING on Feb 13, 2013 16:11:56 GMT -5
Slender fingers kept a loose grip on the pen as Elijah signed the card, scrawling his name in neat, curved writing - wishing his fighter a happy valentines. Yes, it seemed a bit corny to be giving a card in this day and age, but this was the one day when everyone was supposed to be happy and smiling so why couldn't he give that to another? It would have been nice to go one day without arguing, he actually felt guilty for causing his partner trouble on occasion - of course that usually happened after Elijah was done yelling and throwing things at Frai. The other shouldn't have to put up with his dramatics, even if the smallest of things seemed to piss the nineteen year old off. Just this once Elijah would be nice, well... as nice as he could get- the card still had a touch of attitude in it.
He placed the pen down and hastily stuffed the card into a baby blue envelop, raising it to his mouth as his small pink tongue brushed against the glue to wet it. Wrinkling his nose in distaste, the nineteen year old wet the sides quickly and pressed down to seal the card inside. Leaving it on the table, the raven haired male stood up and reached over to grab a nearby chocolate and left that on top of the envelope. He stifled a quiet yawn as he trotted over to the kitchen, somewhat regretting getting up so early.
It was worth it though, he had managed to cook a decent breakfast - bacon, pancakes, eggs... the good stuff. Elijah smiled to himself, fingers curled around the rubber grip of the various pans and placed everything onto plates before turning his head to call down the hallway, "Hey, is your ass out of bed yet?"
OOC:// Because I saw this card and I thought it was something Elijah would totally do. Click for the Card
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Post by frai kurusa on Feb 16, 2013 14:56:35 GMT -5
Valentine's Day... Honestly, Frai never paid much attention to it. He didn't like it or hate it, he just... ignored it. Today was just like any other day for him. He and Eli would get up, train, get something to eat, go home, probably get some pointed objects thrown at him somewhere in there... it was an endless cycle until the Rockets got their asses in gear in order to get shit done.
He groaned a little and flopped to his back in his fairly spacious bed, letting out a huff of annoyance at the call. "I'll get up when I ge-" Then he smelled it. Pancakes? What... what the fuck. Okay, this was weird. Frai sat up slowly, rubbing his head and over his eyes to get himself awake before looking towards the door. What the hell was Eli being so nice for? He feared this niceness even more than his usual rage fits.
Getting up, he tossed on a shirt and walked into the kitchen. Yeah, those were pancakes alright... "All right. Whaddid I do that's making you be nice to me?" His suspicion was well warranted, but he couldn't help but drool at the thought of a real breakfast. Then again, it could be poisoned.
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Post by ELIJAH KING on Feb 16, 2013 16:04:18 GMT -5
An innocent smile played on the male's lips as he turned towards the voice, one hand on his hip, the other carrying a plate of food. "Who said I couldn't be nice Frai?" The nineteen year old narrowed his gaze slightly, almost threatening the other Rocket to answer the question. He continued to watch him for a moment, faltering slightly as he got a better look at his disheleved half. "A-anyways, just sit down." Elijah began, his voice a bit more quiet than usual. "I made breakfast for you cause y'know, you deserve it for putting up with me." He shuffled forward and quickly placed the plate of pancakes onto the table before retreating to the kitchen to grab everything else. The male came out for a minute to finish setting the table and place the rest of the food down. "Just start without me, I'm just waiting on the coffee." He spoke, turning around as he wandered towards the kitchen once more.
Normally the male would have gone for some cheap instant coffee, or just get something from the coffee shop down the road - but they had all this fancy equipment in their kitchen, why couldn't he make something nice? Coffee beans that were ground by hand and one of those high end coffee makers that let the water soak in the grounds to produce a more profound flavour. When it was ready he slowly poured two mugs out and carried them back out to their dining table. "Here," Elijah grinned faintly, passing the cup over. "Oh and that card is for you."
Pulling the chair back, Elijah settled himself across from his Fighter, eyeing him curiously. "Does the food taste okay? It's been a while since I've cooked for someone else."
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