[RP for number_eight]
OOC: This features AU!Leoben and is written with the lovely number_eight, taking place in the Earth!AU verse.
Mornings in his household were somewhat chaotic.
Kara was always late--he wasn't sure how she managed in the military so long without learning how to be on time--and was never in a good mood in the morning. He made her breakfast, which she usually ate half of or ran out of the door with, her uniform half-undone, mumbling something at him that might have been thanks or might have been I wish we had bacon, because graciousness was not Kara's strong suit.
Sam left later than Kara, and at first Leoben would stay out of his way--I'm here for Kara, not you, okay?--but tensions between them had eased considerably, and Sam would drink a cup of coffee and actually eat breakfast while staying seated, which was a nice change from Kara's morning whirlwind. Sam and Leoben didn't speak to each other much in the morning--they did sometimes talk about Kara, who would probably try and hit them both if she knew--but quiet seemed more comfortable lately than it ever had before, so that was pleasant. Leoben was far from talkative, and quiet had never bothered him.
His model had always been somewhat solitary, so he didn't mind the settling quiet after Sam and Kara left in the morning, but he'd always been solitary with many others of himself, and it was a strange adjustment to be alone with his own company. Sometimes he would look around, as if waiting to see the familiar form of another Two, but the only place he saw that anymore was in the mirror.
It was very strange indeed.
He went to clean up from breakfast, thinking about small tasks for the day--rations, working on the back wall of the house, figuring out what to do about heating as the days were becoming colder. He was going to need to find something else to do at some point, not related to their house, but Leoben trusted in God and knew something would come it when it was the right time.
For now, he would do the dishes.
Mornings in his household were somewhat chaotic.
Kara was always late--he wasn't sure how she managed in the military so long without learning how to be on time--and was never in a good mood in the morning. He made her breakfast, which she usually ate half of or ran out of the door with, her uniform half-undone, mumbling something at him that might have been thanks or might have been I wish we had bacon, because graciousness was not Kara's strong suit.
Sam left later than Kara, and at first Leoben would stay out of his way--I'm here for Kara, not you, okay?--but tensions between them had eased considerably, and Sam would drink a cup of coffee and actually eat breakfast while staying seated, which was a nice change from Kara's morning whirlwind. Sam and Leoben didn't speak to each other much in the morning--they did sometimes talk about Kara, who would probably try and hit them both if she knew--but quiet seemed more comfortable lately than it ever had before, so that was pleasant. Leoben was far from talkative, and quiet had never bothered him.
His model had always been somewhat solitary, so he didn't mind the settling quiet after Sam and Kara left in the morning, but he'd always been solitary with many others of himself, and it was a strange adjustment to be alone with his own company. Sometimes he would look around, as if waiting to see the familiar form of another Two, but the only place he saw that anymore was in the mirror.
It was very strange indeed.
He went to clean up from breakfast, thinking about small tasks for the day--rations, working on the back wall of the house, figuring out what to do about heating as the days were becoming colder. He was going to need to find something else to do at some point, not related to their house, but Leoben trusted in God and knew something would come it when it was the right time.
For now, he would do the dishes.