Chapter 9

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>DAWN OF THE THIRD DAY

>You're being rocked gently back and forth

>This is kinda nice, if it wasn't so disorienting

"Mhng'way, Sweet Pea.."

>The rocking continues

"Fnnarfn! N'ge. I'll get brecky soon, lemme 'lone."

>"First pet names, and now you assume I cooked breakfast for you? Presumptuous, aren't we?"

>Aaaahhhh buck, right. You're in Anon's bed. Come on brain, you're supposed to be ontop of this

>Ok Daring, two things: (1) I haven't had my coffee, and (2) you gave me a vacation last night on the E.S.S. Boarbon

>Ffffffine.

>You open your eyes to see Anon in loose clothing, bags under his eyes.

>"Hey there. Welcome back to the world of the living."

"Please, Mr. Reaper, I preferred you with your hood on."

>That earned you a laugh and a light smack to your chest

>"Come on, I've got lunch ready."

"Lunsh? Eer, geh!"

>You cough a few times to wake yourself up, rolling over onto your hooves

"Lunch? What time is it?"

>"Oh. Noonish. Closer to 1. C'mon, I can make a mean bowl of cereal."

>Insistant colt... but I guess I wouldn't want some relative stranger staying in my room any longer than necessary

>even if they were a sexy international mare of mystery

>You hop down off of the bed - a leap, really, that thing's way too high - and start out the door, sheets trailing off your body

>You don't notice him quirk an eyebrow, or bend down to pickup his bedspread

>Breakfast is all you're thinkin bout.

>Autopilot engage

>You meander into the kitchen and begin to root through all the things

>Spoons are in the wrong place

>coffee's....not here, it's over there

>ugh

>You make a move to the pantry but a hand grabs your shoulder

>"Hey... how about you just uh. Sit there at the table and I"ll take care of things?"

>Yeah... momma take care... ugh coffee need.

>Good sexual innuendo there brain, top stuff.

>You sit at the table and watch him work

>Admittedtly you also kinda made a mess of his kitchen, so...

>Anyway. It's fascinating how he does things. No hooves (of course) or mouth-use, just all hands and fingers

>Coffee kettle is being prepared! Good, good.

>He places two bowls on the table, some glasses and a couple cereal boxes, as well as fresh milk

>"I hope you don't mind if I don't cook today."

>Eh. Not the hoof-made brecky you're used to, but it'll do for now

>But you'll be sending dis stallion to some home economics classes or something

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