Lancer stumbled out of bed and fell across the room to slam his fist down on the alarm clock. The only way he could make sure it woke him up was putting it across the room
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Kwan woke up to the sound of feet in the hallway. For a moment, he wondered why Masters was walking around outside the door to his room. Then the memories came rushing back. He frowned as he rolled out of bed, disturbing kitty and puppies.
After dressing in the only clothes he had left, Kwan wandered down the hallway and into the kitchen.
"Whoa!" he exclaimed, slapping a hand over his eyes. That was definitely not a sight he expected to wake up to in the morning.
"You didn't think it would be a good idea to put some on before leaving your room?" Kwan asked, remaining where he stood in the kitchen doorway with his eyes covered.
"But - argh, it's too early for this kind of debate," Kwan grumbled tiredly. Keeping his eyes directed away from Lancer, he made his way to the table and plopped down in a chair.
Now that the doorway was clear Lancer could get back to his bedroom and find some pants.
Pants donned but chest still bare, he came back to the kitchen and willed the coffee to finish brewing. And tried to ignore his inner voice of logic laughing its arse off. "Coffee first, then debate."
When Lancer exited the room, Kwan got up and opened the fridge to see what there was to eat. "Sounds like a plan," he responded with a yawn. Hm, toast. Simple and didn't need brain power to make. He grabbed a loaf.
Enough coffee brewed for drinking, finally. Lancer poured a mugful for himself and let the scent wake him up. "Toast sounds good. Will you want some coffee?" he asked.
Lancer poured enough coffee out of the coffee maker into a separate mug, handed it to Kwan. Finally was able to take a sip of his own. Hot, too hot but caffiene... Blessed caffiene...
"I am not a morning person," Lancer said as he fell into a chair and started to nurse his coffee.
Kwan accepted the mug. Raising it to his lips, he took a quick sip and winced at how hot the coffee was. "I don't know how anyone could be a morning person," Kwan said, joining Lancer at the table as he waited for the toast to pop up.
"Only normal people can enjoy mornings," he growled. "Our place has always been the night and the shadows and the humans and their prey instincts have always needed daylight."
It was a gross generalization but Lancer didn't really care. Not enough coffee to care yet.
Kwan stared into his coffee for a moment before shaking his head. "Even when I thought I was normal, I was never much of a morning person," he said and took a sip of his coffee. Still hot.
"You haven't become anything different over the course of things," Lancer told him. "No matter what you've thought about yourself, no matter how your definition of yourself has changed, you have not. You have reamined you and always will. Even if that you happens to be a girl or a crow. Or a fox."
He blew on his coffee before taking a long draught, willing the caffiene to work its own brand of chemical magic.
"Maybe, but I still feel like I've changed," he said, standing when he heard the toast pop. He put the slices on a plate and put in two more slices. "What do you want on your toast?"
"Perhaps you have," he admitted. "But not fundamentally. We all grow and change but the underlying definition remains the same. We are always ourselves, even if we don't know what that is."
After dressing in the only clothes he had left, Kwan wandered down the hallway and into the kitchen.
"Whoa!" he exclaimed, slapping a hand over his eyes. That was definitely not a sight he expected to wake up to in the morning.
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"Umm..." Lancer said, words too busy being dead to come to his aid. Until he woke up. "I knew there was a reason I should be wearing pants."
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He turned to face Kwan and waited for the boy to move.
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Pants donned but chest still bare, he came back to the kitchen and willed the coffee to finish brewing. And tried to ignore his inner voice of logic laughing its arse off. "Coffee first, then debate."
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"I am not a morning person," Lancer said as he fell into a chair and started to nurse his coffee.
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It was a gross generalization but Lancer didn't really care. Not enough coffee to care yet.
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He blew on his coffee before taking a long draught, willing the caffiene to work its own brand of chemical magic.
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"Perhaps you have," he admitted. "But not fundamentally. We all grow and change but the underlying definition remains the same. We are always ourselves, even if we don't know what that is."
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