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Mike Lane ([personal profile] newroutines) wrote2015-07-07 07:28 pm
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Really Just A Mansion on Phoenix Way, Tuesday Morning

Mornings when Mike didn't immediately have to go anywhere were pretty great.

Mornings when Mike didn't immediately have to go anywhere and there was someone else in his bed with him? The absolute fucking greatest. So waking up today was a pretty happy affair.

Or you know. It would be, once he got to a stage that could be considered being awake. He wasn't quite there yet.

[ooc: For one!]
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newroutines: ([pos] A brighter tomorrow.)

[personal profile] newroutines 2015-07-07 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sober me thanks you on his behalf. He's a pretty decent guy." These days, anyway. And peering into his own bag, Mike saw that at least he'd ordered full meals (complete with the Egga Mooby Muffin type breakfast additions), so he had that going for him.
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[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2015-07-07 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Tamsin put her teeth into something vaguely meat-and-bread-shaped and swallowed before she bothered answering that.

"I'm going to be able to run all day on this," she said approvingly. "It's disgusting, but still."
newroutines: ([pos adam] Chilling.)

[personal profile] newroutines 2015-07-07 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"I remember that from last time," Mike noted, taking a sip of something far too sugary for the morning through a straw. "Only the finest junk for you, Tamsin."
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[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2015-07-07 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, you figured out my House Motto," Tamsin said, snagging her own fizzy drink for a sip. "I'd toast to your finest junk, but I'm already drinking."
newroutines: ([pos] But look at you cutie.)

[personal profile] newroutines 2015-07-07 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's the thought that counts," he decided, because he was nice like that. "And really, you were already showing a lot of appreciation for what's really my finest junk last night, so..."
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[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2015-07-07 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Tamsin glanced over her drink. "And it is fine junk," she had to agree. "Go genetics!"
newroutines: ([pos] A brighter tomorrow.)

[personal profile] newroutines 2015-07-07 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yours is pretty fine too," Mike replied, with a smirk because there was no way of saying that and not smirking. The idle leering was an added bonus. "I'd high five you for that if your hands weren't full."
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[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2015-07-08 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
"No high-fiving in bed, that's lame," said the girl currently scarfing down a Mooby Burger in said bed. "Maybe a fistbump when I put this down."
newroutines: ([pos] Loves breakfast.)

[personal profile] newroutines 2015-07-08 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
"High fiving is lame but clogging your arteries in bed is just fine?" Mike asked with an amused eyebrow raise. While eating a muffin. "You're a strange woman."
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[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2015-07-08 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, please, this stuff knows better than to even try clinging to my arteries."

Because she was Fae. Not that he knew that. "'Cause I have some dignity."
newroutines: ([pos] But look at you cutie.)

[personal profile] newroutines 2015-07-08 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh huh, sure." That was clearly the reason. Clearly. "I don't know, I think dignity is overrated."

A very surprising opinion from someone who'd danced around in a thong for a living.
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