Velleitie

𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦

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❝𝙄'𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮.❞

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Mk woke up with a start, his body lurching upwards causing him to bonk his head rather violently on the desk he had somehow slipped under while sleeping. Groaning, he pushed himself out from under the desk and sat himself up, rubbing his head as he whined to no one but himself. After yawning once or twice, he decided to finally stand up, albeit quietly as he had taken notice that you were still sleeping.

Mk snuck over and took a peak at the alarm, he woke up a good ten minutes before the alarm went off, so he had a little while to get ready and maybe cook something for the two of you. Before he could get to work on that, he took notice of how you were laying down on his bed. His pillow was shoved over your head, more specifically your ears, and you had a distant look of discomfort distorted across your face. Shaking his head, he decided to do some quick things first.

After slipping into his work clothes, he scavenged through his whole pantry, trying to find clean plates for the both of you. Upon the conclusion that he had none, he put a blocker in the sink and filled it up halfway with soapy water. After throwing some dishes into the soap water, he walked back over the alarm clock, one more minute till it went off. So, Mk just sat there, staring at the alarm clock with his hand hovering over the off button.

Once the alarm clock started to blast, Mk quickly turned it off before it could blast past the one beep he allowed it. That one beep seemed to cause you to stir, as you started to roll over onto your stomach with a quiet groan, causing Mk to tilt his head at this. He sat himself on the edge of his bed and rose his hand hesitantly before pushing it down onto your back. You jumped at the contact, but soon eased back into the bed, Mk shaking you side to side with his hand.

After a while longer of this, he peaked his head under the pillow and almost fell off the bed from the glare you gave him. "Um... Good morning?" He nervously chuckled, watching as you danced your eyes across his face. With one last sigh you mumbled out something incoherent, but Mk could only guess that you were greeting him as well. Nodding to himself, he patted your back once more before standing up and walking away, his thoughts running rather wild.

Back with you, you were never a morning person, and getting up at 8 in the morning to get ready for work was something you weren't used to. You normally slept in till 10 and got to work at 11, because of this your sleep schedule was very different from Mk's, which is probably why he was full of more energy than you currently were at this given time. With one last huff, you turned onto your side and threw your legs over the side of the bed, Mk's pillow falling off your head and back onto the bed.

You slipped on your slippers and stood up, fixing Mk's bed a little before marching over to your bag that was under the table. While silently searching through your bag for your work clothes, Pigsy gave them to you briefly before driving away, you heard Mk clear his throat. "How do you... like your eggs?" He asked rather quietly, if it wasn't for your great hearing you probably would've missed it.

The shuffling through your bag ceased as you thought about your answer for a little while. "Scrambled." Though the answer came out rather rudely, Mk understood the reason for the attitude and just nodded to you, now drying dishes. Standing up with all you needed, you walked over and stood behind Mk, who was setting the breakfast out in front of him. "Don't cook any bacon while I'm here." You whispered to him, causing the man to jump a little before turning his head back to you.

You both stared at each other for a moment before he laughed a little to himself, looking at the bacon you were staring at. "Don't worry, it's turkey bacon. Pigsy would probably kill me if he found out I had bacon upstairs. You know?" You raised your eyebrows and hummed, giving Mk a nod before walking into the bathroom. Just as you were about to shut the door, Mk's foot stopped it for a sec, forcing you to turn over and look at him. "Once you're done changing you can open the door, I still need to get ready too." You nodded at this before kicking his foot away, allowing you to shut the door and be at peace.