Matthew // 019

[redcloakedthief]

Characters: sweeperesque and redcloakedthief and nobody is surprised
Location: Saya's apartment...?
Time: This morning
Style: Fiiiirst for laziness and salad spam
Status: Closed~

[He had noticed the thought bubble following him immediately. It was a dratted inconvenience, but while he wanted to hide away and never come out until the week was over, what he next noticed shot

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[sweeperesque]

[The funny thing is that Saya, for the most part, thinks in pictures. So don't mind her. She's just hopping into the living room, trying to get a shoe on with one hand, the other rubbing at her eyes sleepily.

Her thought bubble? Flashing images of multiple places in Vatheon- just with the added addition of a girl with bright red hair sitting there, all calm and pretty.

Alternatively, there's the image of a bed all ready to be used that pops up, but it's quickly dismissed- as if with conscious effort to keep that thought out.

She doesn't even seem to notice him as she hops to the kitchen. A picture of toast comes up in her bubble.]

[redcloakedthief]

[An arched eyebrow.]

Would you like some butter with that?

[sweeperesque]

[Wait what, when did he-

She stops where she is and is more than a bit startled. Not on her A-game, obviously. At least her shoe finally slips on.]

Ah... well, it's not breakfast without a little extra, right? You want some?

[redcloakedthief]

No, I don't want any. Thanks.

[Honestly, his thoughts are in such disarray that they're unreadable, in that thought bubble of his.]

Eat your breakfast.