Call It What You Want [Active]

[cowardly_hero]

Character(s): Vyers and Timon.
Content: The ongoings of an old married couple.
Setting: Palazzo Townhomes
Time: Early Morning.
Warnings: Appliance Abuse.

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[cowardly_hero]

“I think you’re in need of more than a brushing.” Timon corrected him. He may have lacked his share of sleep as well but did not come even close to Vyers in looking the part. The dark circles under the demons spoke wonders. To elaborate on that, the meerkat brought his paws under his eyes and pulled them down to try and imitate the bags under Vyers’. Were he familiar with raccoon's he’d have cracked a joke regarding the demons likeness - unaware the closest thing to resemble the animals dark ringed eyes were his own.

“I’m making waffles.” He explained, gesturing to the mess as though Vyers had yet to lay eyes on it. “You want some?”

[mysterious_moi]

Vyers's frown only deepened at the demonstration, and he continued to insist under his breath that he only needed to fix his hair. He searched the room over for a brush to do the deed, only pausing when he heard Timon's question. For a moment Vyers stared at the mess, but eventually he just slumped a little, defeated. "Yes, I will take a couple."

While he didn't particularly like cleaning, he was going to need something to fill his time anyway.

[cowardly_hero]

“How’s everyone else sleeping?” Timon asked, all the while flicking the batter off his arm in annoyance before approaching the large bowl of mix had made prior to his nap. With Timon in the kitchen a couple always translated to far more than one could eat - unless of course it was Pumbaa accompanying him. The warthog’s appetite was fairly on par with his own.

Having had much practice, the meerkat poured the batter into their stove top waffle iron with little trouble. He glanced back at Vyers who appeared to be searching for something. If not a mirror, it was probably a comb. Timon offered a fork. “It sorta works like a comb.” He explained.

[mysterious_moi]

"A fork?" he questioned, giving the utensil an odd look. "You are aware that people use that for eating?" Whether or not it was clean, Vyers had no intention of putting something that he knew had been in someone's mouth in his hair. Though he did suppose he appreciated the effort. A little. "There should be a proper comb around here somewhere--ah." He pulled one out of the drawer he had been looking through and set to work, occasionally wincing as he hit a knot.

"Most seem to be getting as much sleep as I have. It has been a bit difficult." Whatever it was that was sending these nightmares to them, he hoped it ended soon. "Someone mentioned recently that there were no problems outside the city, did they not?"