OOM - distraction Sherral

[runningred]

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After a long shower and some serious sleep, Jay finds his way to room f(x,y). "I come bearing beer." Jay calls, knocking on Sherral's door. Barefoot and relaxed, he looks a hell of a lot better than he did last time Sherral saw him.

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[fluffiest_archadian]

Cheerfully: "I would be amenable to this."

He pauses, pulling himself up into a standing position again. "I'm going to make us breakfast. Bar appears to have supplied me with a grill specifically for the purpose of making waffles, which seems a - rather narrow purpose, but useful today."

[runningred]

Jay chuckles but is quietly thoughtful. Part of him feels like he should point out he's not really good boyfriend material, or ask Sherral how serious he wants to make this but for now, waffles win out. "Clearly she's trying to tell you something. Want me to dash downstairs and grab us coffee and some fresh strawberries to go with them?"

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Er, aye, that actually does sound like a fairly good plan," Sherral grins. "I'll have tea, though. Not a big coffee drinker."

[runningred]

"No worries." He steals another kiss before finding his clothes and slips off to the bar.

[fluffiest_archadian]

When he comes back, Sherral has pulled on a pair of grey wool trousers, and is staring at the waffle machine with deep, intense, concentration.

[runningred]

Jay comes back looking slightly cleaner and in fresh clothes, balancing several trays. "Tea, coffee, strawberries, cream and something I think is chocolate sauce." Jay grins. "I think the bar's trying to tell us something. Are you winning the battle with the waffle iron?"

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Er, aye," Sherral says, and then because that looks like a lot of trays to balance, strides over to take one from Jay. "What would the Bar be trying to tell us?"

[runningred]

Jay grins and lets Sherral take the tray. "If there's cream and chocolate left over after breakfast, I promise I'll show you."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral nods, a little uncertainly, carrying the tray to the kitchen.

[runningred]

"Tell me if I'm pushing my luck." Jay asks softy. "I know I can be a tease but I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral laughs a little. "No, no, you're not. Don't worry."

[runningred]

"You're hard to read, Sherral." Jay muses, sipping his coffee. "You blush like a first timer and yet you laid me out like a pro."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral ducks his head, smiling slightly and pouring some tea for himself.

"I'm awkward, what can I say."

[runningred]

"Don't get me wrong, I think it's gorgeous. I just worry I'm going to push too far and you'll toss me out on my ass."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"You don't seem like someone with boundary problems," Sherral says. "I have plenty of confidence that if you push me too far, I can just tell you."

[runningred]

"Glad to hear it." Jay grins, leaning over Sherral's shoulder to see how the waffles are coming.

[fluffiest_archadian]

The first batch are pretty much ready, so Sherral flips them onto a plate and turns his head slightly to give Jay a quick peck on the corner of his mouth.

"Here's yours."

[runningred]

Jay smiles and returns the kiss, doctoring his plate with strawberries before taking a big bite. "Mmm! Thanks. Waffles were the one thing my grandfather could never get right but these are damn good!"

[fluffiest_archadian]

"The ... waffle machine," Sherral squints at it, "did most of the work."

[runningred]

"Then it's very nice of the bar to give you one." He sits on the edge of the table, careful not the get the food anywhere near the maps.

[fluffiest_archadian]

"It's certainly more useful than I was expecting," Sherral notes.

[runningred]

"You don't make yourself waffles every day?" He asks, licking sauce off his fingertips.

[fluffiest_archadian]

"I'm not here every day," Sherral says, serving up his own waffles and moving to sit by Jay. "Most of the time I'm in Rabanastre. And when I am here - no, there's not a lot of waffle-making afoot."

[runningred]

"Too much hard work." He teases, giving Sherral a gentle shoulder bump.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Wryly: "Exactly."