[She looked remarkably refreshed for someone that struggled for years with normal sleep habits. He supposed he did as well more consistently, since his own squeeze on the side clung to him in bed for sleeping. More sleep should make them better people, but honestly, he preferred a touch of sleep depravation to keep from over thinking sometimes. No matter.
He wrinkled his nose as she kissed his cheek, morning breath rather obvious. Thankfully his sense of smell had been destroyed over the years of living in the depths of the Undercity, so it was only a faint whiff that didn't last long.]
You're in a good mood. Any particular reason?
[He paused to take a sip from his own mug of coffee, watching her out of the corner of his eye. Nothing was different to the routine between them. They had both spent years developing ways to appear relatively normal with one another.]
That's fine. [Three square meals was not his normal, but he ate breakfast and dinner for her.]
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He wrinkled his nose as she kissed his cheek, morning breath rather obvious. Thankfully his sense of smell had been destroyed over the years of living in the depths of the Undercity, so it was only a faint whiff that didn't last long.]
You're in a good mood. Any particular reason?
[He paused to take a sip from his own mug of coffee, watching her out of the corner of his eye. Nothing was different to the routine between them. They had both spent years developing ways to appear relatively normal with one another.]
That's fine. [Three square meals was not his normal, but he ate breakfast and dinner for her.]