The way of the failure goes as so: They awaken from their sleep and try once more to turn off their alarm clock with their mind, or with some other power that had hopefully awakened. Though, after a couple of tries, they would give up, only to return downstairs to prepare breakfast as usual.
This failure, of course, was named Tess. And scrambled eggs on toast were on the menu. As the eggs cooked in the pan, Tess heard the familiar footsteps of Brooke descending down the stairs.
"Is that scrambled eggs I hear?" Brooke sniffed the air before letting out a content sigh, joining Tess's side.
"You make the best eggs. Scramble me some, and I'll do the bacon." She switched on the hob next to his before setting the pan down on it, pouring a little bit of vegetable oil into it.
Tess couldn't help but smile as his sister effortlessly fell into sync with him, strengthening, cooking side by side, without a care in the world aside from the deliciousness of their breakfast.
Though, like rain to a parade, Tom had coincidentally awakened to the smell of bacon and swiftly descended down the stairs.
"Who's cooking? It better not be Tess. He'll screw it up." Upon stepping into the kitchen, Tom's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, watching as his younger brother finesses the fuck out of the scrambling of eggs. He couldn't deny how heavenly they smelled, though couldn't bring himself to admit it, given how annoyed he was supposed to be with his brother. Tom turned his head, deciding to forget breakfast as a whole.
"Whatever. I wasn't hungry."
