Sleepy Bois Turnabout?

Here And Now

Some would say having potatoes for breakfast was strange. They were losers. Anyone who lives their lives so strictly confined to such pathetic, unspoken, unenforced, social rules as only eating 'breakfast' foods as breakfast was weak and would be crushed. Actually, Techno just liked to pre-boil and/or bake a bunch. It made it easy to simply pull out a container and eat. He'd add some flavor to it, maybe butter, sour cream, salt, pepper, garlic, gravy, paprika, beans, milk, hot sauce, whatever. It was also nice because he could do whatever he wanted, mix and match his heart's desire. It was glorious food etiquette anarchy.

This morning he was just eating them plain. He was tired and didn't want to stomach a lot of flavors, he didn't even heat it up. If Tommy were there he'd probably call it sad but Techno didn't mind, he didn't always eat for flavor, sometimes food was just fuel and he was fine with it. Not every meal had to be an occasion. Honestly, it wasn't a terrible habit to be in. It made it easier to eat healthy more often and was probably cheaper too. It was only food. In a way, Techno thought everyone else was weird for making such a big deal out of every single meal they ever had. Eh, screw 'em. It's not like anyone was there to pester him about it now, or that he'd care if they were.

He stood up and rinsed his dish out in the sink, yawning a little. He had not gotten a good night's sleep despite how he'd slept in longer than he'd meant to, although it wasn't like he'd wasted the day. It was still bright and early as he made his way to the bathroom. His reflection stared languidly back at him, his hair still up in the scrunchie he used to sleep. He took it out to begin the long (but honestly rather calming) processes of brushing and braiding his hair. A small smile snuck onto his face as it fell down to the cuffs of his pajama legs. He briefly mused about what the people in court would think if they ever learned this fearsome attorney slept in piggy pajamas his family had gotten him. It would probably be hilarious to see them scramble for some way to use that one against him. Meh, there was only so much he could care. (That's to say, about zero.)

Mmm, thinking of work... he didn't technically go back until Wednesday, the day after tomorrow. He didn't have any plans. He didn't really have anything to do. Huh. One might expect him to just start working early but what would he work on? He didn't have any cases lined up and going over rules and laws he already knew like he was in college wasn't exactly appealing either. Again, huh. Boredom was not a conundrum he was used to facing, normally his mind had plenty to occupy his time. He was half expecting Wilbur to call with plans or something.

Ah, shoot, Wilbur. He'd never gotten a chance to braid Techno's hair last night. Wilbur loved helping Techno with his hair, he'd been ecstatic about it since they were boys. It was a funny secret talent for someone like his twin to have but he really was good at styling hair. He only ever did Techno's though (and maybe sometimes Phil). Technoblade didn't mind. In fact, despite how he made it seem like he was doing Wilbur a favor, he did kind of enjoy it himself. It was... nice. They didn't have a lot of things to do together. They never really did, even as children they only got along because of proximity. Oh well, there would be other times. Technoblade finished tying up his braid and stepped out into the hall, heading back down to his room and flopping onto his bed.

Being bored was strange. It was a habit developed by evolution. Stagnant creatures were more likely to perish so brains needed to be busy and stimulated almost always or else it thinks something is seriously wrong. Thus, boredom became a staple of every mind. The problem was, now humanity had largely outgrown the need for it. People don't constantly need to worry about hunting or being hunted, they rarely need to worry about anything in terms of life or death! So, entertainment was created to fill in the gap. Technoblade was a very sustained man, he rarely found himself unoccupied, but now he needed something filling. Maybe he should do something for himself, go see a movie, take a walk, uh... what else did people do for fun? He was blanking. Wow. He couldn't even think of ways to have fun. He felt kind of pathetic. No, no he didn't, he was awesome. He rolled out of bed and stretched, pulling his arms and cracking his knuckles. He didn't want to bother Phil too much, he did actually have to prepare for work sometime. Besides, Techno was still a little burned out from yesterday.