Hot n Cold Morning

**Circe** · Mar 5th, 2018 02:39 PM

Circe's condo was a bit much for one person at 3 beds and 2 baths. It was partly wishful thinking share it with those she cared for most. And partly low price. It was an old house, obviously renovated a few times to keep up with the times but the real estate wasn't a prime location. In the end, that made it nice and cheap for the Summer Queen.

Circe yawned as she exited her bedroom with a stretch that showed nothing but her long pajamas. Circe headed through the living room, the very center of the house, to the kitchen. Coffee was life and she needed her Keurig now. In the back of her mind she did recall that she wasn't the sole occupant today.

Grumbling incoherently the elf clicked on her Keurig with only, "High five dude that built ya," being intelligible.

Mar 6th, 2018 11:19 AM

Garbed in an undershirt and sweatpants, John awoke a bit after Circe. Rubbing the dents in the face that functioned as eyes, he pushed sleep away from his mind. He shifted his legs from the couch, and planted his feet on the floor. With a yawn, he was finally awake.

Taking a moment to review his surroundings, he reflected on the nice home the Summer Queen had. One day, I'll have something like this, he thought to himself. He bent down to his duffle bag. He retrieved a box of Keurig coffee K-cups; where and how he had acquired it, he didn't plan to say.

Cautiously he stepped with a light foot. Approaching the kitchen, he knocked lightly on the door frame. "Good morning Circe." He hefted the box of coffee cups. "Is it safe for me to come out of hiding?"

**Circe** · Mar 7th, 2018 01:56 PM

Circe had been leaning on the counter with her elbows, bent at the waist, when John arrived. A Fairest was still a Fairest so the cotton pants didn't do much to hide the figure. Her head turned to look over her shoulder, "Mmmgh?" was the confused noise Circe made at John's knock. She eyed him with a brief, sleepy glare, before as a right hand moved towards a drawer. Then her eyes widened in recognition and the arm flopped back down to the counter.

"Oh," eyes darted to the box, "Dammi un caffè," she flipped around so her back was on the counter and her right hand held out for the box,"Dammi un caffè."

Mar 7th, 2018 05:28 PM

John thanked the fact he did not have a pair of eyes that were visible to others. The Fairest's curves made his morning just a bit brighter. Up until the coffee fiend disguised as a Changeling, took notice of him.

Speaking in a language he did not cognitively recognize, the context was readily apparent. He recalled her self-deprecating humor, "just add coffee." Like a zookeeper carefully handing a steak to a great animal, he slowly and cautiously reached into the box, and retrieved a K-cup.

With precise steps, he approached, extending his hand out to give Circe the ambrosia she so desired.

**Circe** · Mar 7th, 2018 10:24 PM

Circe's eyes didn't flash red when she snatched the K-cup from his hand and slammed it into the Keurig. If only because she didn't have the power to do that.

After a minute coffee went into the cop and was consumed quickly by the slate skinned coffee daemon. "Aaaah," a much more happy tone came from the elf. She eyed the coffee mug she was holding.

Circe turned around slowly, sipping more coffee, to look at John. "Mornin' John. I got ya two questions." She held up her left hand and up went the index finger, "What flavor is this? Imma buy more." Then the middle finger went up, "What ya want for mornin' munchies? Poptart? Fruit? Sausage?" Sipping into the cup again she giggled, "All?"

Mar 8th, 2018 09:03 AM

Seeing the demon transform into an angel was a sight to behold. A silver, toothy smile appeared - simultaneously out of fear and relief. Reflexively, he took a step back, just in case. A meek voice uttered, "It's Donut Shop."

Then the offer of breakfast, "I'll have whatever you're having. I'm not picky."

**Circe** · Mar 8th, 2018 02:44 PM

he answer got a laugh from Circe, "Guess gourmet ain't a need ta have good coffee," she took another sip as she turned and retrieved a second mug from a cabinet. She placed it next to the Keurig and waved to it with her free hand while looking at John, "Help yerself if ya want a cup."

She'd take her second after he did. As for food options that got a shrug from Circe. "'Kay then." The elf walked over to the fridge, bending over to pull out the freezer drawer. Cold air and hot Mantle clashed into a small fog cloud. Circe took a minute fishing around in the fog. Then her grey hand retrieved a box of frozen sausages.

The elf stood up, pushing the drawer closed with her foot and tossing the chilled box to flop down in front of the microwave. Circe opened the refridgerator to retrieve a bowl of green grapes before hip checking the appliance door closed.

Circe not spilling her coffee was either a sign of gracefulness or familiarity with this ritual. "All it is. Tarts are in the cabinet ta the left of the coffee maker."

Mar 9th, 2018 10:17 AM

The elf bent over again. Her exotic, slate-blue body concealed by cotton pants. Blood was vacating his head and flowing toward southern regions.

2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2018-03-09 09:07:11	John Doe rolls 5 to Don't get caught staring [Wits+Comp] (10 Again)	8, 4, 8, 6, 2	2 successes

The Darkling adjusted his tongue to fit between his canines, and gently bit down. The sudden sensation of pain brought cognition back to his mind. He was a guest, he couldn't risk getting kicked out for ogling the Queen of Wrath.

He slid over to the Keurig and filled his cup. "Thank you so much." Watching Circe navigate the kitchen with her distinctive style of movement was fun for him to watch. John then went to the cabinet, retrieving the Pop-Tarts, tearing open the individual packaging and placing them into the toaster.

The Faceless presented another silver smile. "I really appreciate this."

**Circe** · Mar 9th, 2018 08:55 PM

He is chill

Circe shrugged, "Nessun sudore I'm used ta havin' roomies anyway. Sides," the elf had sounded blase, "Better that the seasons get along then that we don't," but there was a hint of bitterness at the end. Circe saw what she guessed was a faceless man's smile. It caused her to quirk her left ear going up as the matching eyebrow raised above her purple and red eyes. Seems strange colors were the norm in this house. That thought made her chuckle.

The blue elf turned to another cupboard, putting down the grapes as she grabbed a few ceramic plates. She made her way over to the microwave with one plate. The frozen sausages were quickly into the microwave and started cooking. That done she made for more coffee.

As the ritual to ward off the coffee daemon began anew, Circe leaned against the counter, arms folded beneath her chest as she face John. A Fairest habit that often distracted men she was doing business with, "So, John? Ya prefer the table or couch and television when ya eat breakfast?"

Mar 11th, 2018 06:39 PM

The Faceless nodded, "That's a smart plan. Keep the peace, makes for a stronger Freehold." As Circe's ear twitched, the only indication of his attention moving was the shift of his head.

John kept his distance, slowly drinking his coffee as she stuck to her routine. He patiently awaited the pop-tarts to...pop.

The elf's 'strategic' positioning of her arms, directed his unseen eyes down toward her chest. "Well, uhm. I never really had much of an opportunity to sit and eat. It was usually just me and whoever else scarfing down our food before the hordes of humanity showed up." A shrug passed. "I guess, uhm." His face turned to the table, "Yea, it'd be good to sit down and chat. Thanks."

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