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A not so quiet morning❤️

Yoo! I just wanted to say there's a lil bit of lemon at the end but just the tiniest bit but if you're uncomfortable with that you can skip this chapter,
For those who don't mind, enjoy!

Branzy POV:

It was quite early in the morning and clown was still asleep beside me in the bed if I were to guess it was around 7 AM I had a larger t-shirt on with some shorts and clown was wearing something similar just the fact that his t-shirt actually fit him unlike mine, oh well I thought to myself, I decided to sit up from my laying down position, I decided that I could attempt to make breakfast while clown was still sleeping.

I slowly put my slippers on trying not to wake up clown, he was quite the light sleeper because of his killer instincts, I quietly slipped my feet into the soft and warm shoes beside the bed and quickly but quietly made my way into the kitchen.

Clown POV:

As my eyes fluttered open I could see Branzy making his way into the kitchen, I wondered what for but I don't have much energy yet, it was still a bit early for me if I was telling the truth I didn't want to leave Branzy out of my eyesight for too long, lately he's been quite careless and it's been a bit harder to try and keep him safe, I didn't want anything happening to him, otherwise I would hold myself accountable for anything and everything that happened to him.

I sat up in the bed while yawning, I took the bed sheets off of my body and I put my feet on the cold floor, it gave me the chills that woke me up just enough to actually register what's going on around me and respond to that accordingly.

Branzy POV:

I heard some yawning coming from the other room realizing I failed to keep quiet for clown to sleep I felt a little bit disappointed in myself, I sigh to myself reaching into the fridge for some eggs and bacon.

I put them on the counter and took out some oil from the upper cabinet when I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist as I was reaching for the oil. "Well good morning sleepyhead" I said as I felt the oil bottle in my hand and put it on the counter along with the other ingredients, "morning..." I heard a soft and gentle mumble into my ears it sounded like melody to me.

I decided that I would just let clown rest on me while I tried to make breakfast, while I was thinking about the breakfast and how I should make it I felt clowns face in the crook of my neck, not doing anything just resting there, I decided to give a peck on the forehead before reaching down into the lower cabinet this time for a pan to make Sunny-side up eggs along with fried bacon! How hard could it be?

Oh boy was I wrong....

         I put the pan on the stovetop and turned the heat on, while the pan started heating up I poured some oil into it, I'll just eyeball it I thought to myself before pouring oil onto the pan, the pan wasn't too hot at least not yet so I poured the oil with little to no problem.

            But then came the hard part actually putting the ingredients onto the pan. The oil started to crackle more by the second because of the heat, it was making me nervous knowing I must do this quickly otherwise the oil might get too hot and actually injure someone.

           With that in mind I quickly grabbed an egg from the counter and attempted to crack it against the side wall of the pan like I've seen clown do hundreds of times before, well turns out it's not that easy as clown made it look. I didn't know  how much strength I needed to use in order to crack the egg, I didn't do this type of thing very often. So when I went for the hit I decided, fuck it! What could go wrong? And used a lot more force than I should've.