Assassin

Breakfast

I woke up the next morning lying on the couch with Ariella on top of me. She looked so cute. She was clutching onto me like I was a teddy bear. I couldn't resist hugging her back. I would've just stayed like that until she woke up on her own, but then, she shifted to where her knee was in my...lower regions...I blushed. Hard. I quickly tried shaking her awake but she just mumbled something I couldn't understand and pressed her body against me. Crap crap crap! No, this is bad. Why is it so hot in here?
     
"Ariella, it's time to get up." I shook her again. This time she just rubbed her knee against me. "Wakey, wakey eggs and bakey~"
     
"Mmhm.. but I'm a vegan.."
     
"Wakey, wakey vegetables and sadness!"
     
"Heheheh. That's a good one...mmhmmmmm... Fine. I'm up..ugh" Ariella pushed herself up using my chest and ground her knee into my crotch in the process. I bit back a moan but my face continued to redden. Ariella sat back on her heels, knee still on my crotch, and rubbed her eyes. "Huh? Why're ya so red?" Ariella followed my eyes to her knee and her eyes widened before she attempted to leap off the couch, but her legs got tangled in mine and she ended up falling on the floor, the lower half of her body still on the couch. I guess it's a good thing that we pushed the coffee table away. At least she wasn't touching my crotch anymore.
     
"Are you okay?" Ariella quickly untangled our legs and scrambled to stand.
     
"Oh, me? Pft. I fall all the time." Ariella waved a hand dismissively. "It's you I'm concerned about. I'm so sorry!" Ariella blushed and slightly bowed. "I-is there anything I can do? I mean, no, I-I'm just gonna go to the restroom..."

     
"It's.....fine." Ariella dashed into the restroom and closed the door before I could finish my sentence. I sighed and got up, stretching. I chuckled. A girl that clumsy could never be 'The Siren'. But she's still a really nice girl. I'm glad to have her as a friend. I looked around the apartment, wondering what to do next. The bathroom's taken. The wash was finished last night. I could fold it, But it'd be impolite to go into a lady's room without permission... What about breakfast? Yeah! I could make her breakfast! I'm not really that great of a cook, but hey, It's the thought that counts, right? Yeah. While I got the materials out for pancakes and bacon, I heard Ariella dash out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, probably to change. I got all of the stuff out and was pouring the pancake mix into the measuring cup when Vocaloid music started blasting throughout the small apartment. The sudden loud sound made me jump and spill the mix everywhere! At first, I was upset, but then I recognized the song. Hey! This is one of my faves! Nice! I hummed along and cleaned up before continuing. I happily made breakfast, but I got lost in the music at times and accidentally lightly burned everything.
     
Ariella stopped the music and came out of her room just as I was putting our plates and the syrup on the counter. I looked over at her and lightly blushed. She was wearing a pink and green pleated tie-dye skirt, a red and blue plaid long-sleeved flannel shirt, and vertically striped black and purple thigh high socks with combat boots. Also, she had a small over-the-shoulder tan purse. She looks cute in those mismatched clothes. Wait, is she staring? Say something baka!
     
"Good morning Ariella. I made breakfast."
     
"I can see that..."
     
"Want anything to drink?" Ariella slowly walked over to the counter and sat down on the stool.
     
"Apple juice would be good." I got us both some apple juice and sat down next to Ariella who proceeded to drown her pancakes in the sugary maple syrup before taking a bite.
     
"How are they?" I asked, pouring a little syrup on my pancakes.
     
"Uhm, how about we leave the cooking to me for now on."
     
"Heheh, I understand. I know I'm not that great of a cook..." I took a bite and cringed a little. "Hey, so, you're a really good cook and painter, and, you look cute and all, but you have a terrible taste in fashion."
     
"Hey, I-! ... Yeah, you're right. I mostly just try to dress for the weather. Other than that, I really just wear whatever my hand touches first. Today I actually tried, but obviously, the outcome wasn't too good..." We ate some more food and washed it down with apple juice.
     
"I could help you out with that."
     
"But, I like to wear mostly bright colors. You, like to wear mostly dark don't ya?"
     
"Guuurl. That may be true, but I have been well versed in the ways of fashion." Ariella giggled which made me chuckle.
     
"You really think you can help me out?"
     
"Sure."
     
"Okay, but I have to warn you, my room is super messy." Ariella hopped off of the stool and started walking to her room.
     
"Oh, you mean now?" Ariella stopped and turned around.
     
"Yeah. Oh, well, we can just grab some Starbucks."
     
"Okay." I stood up and followed Ariella into her room.