how hype can one person BE | IT'S THE OTP

[shesgotguts]

[within the apartment, all is seemingly normal. light filters through the curtains, signalling the rise of the sun. coffee bubbles in its pots, scent wafting through the house. there's the patter of feet as a young blonde woman moves about the kitchen, preparing a pair of meals-- eggs, toast, sausage. the atmosphere is of a happy home, one that could be shared with another, or a set of people both large and small. it's peaceful, charming in it's normalcy, the quiet soothing to milly as she cooks, even as there's a thudcrashBOOM in her room. their room. hers, mostly, and sometimes his, but if it was always his, wouldn't he know all the good hiding spots by now?

noises find her through the walls, however muffled, and as she sets their plates, she smiles to herself, listening to his frustration and her apartment being torn apart, watching as he moves from room to room, focused on a single task. he could simply ask her where it is, but there's no guarantee she'd answer. (frankly, the guarantee is that she won't.) why should she when it's so entertaining to observe him? as he passes by, she takes a seat in front of her plate, smirking as she opens the newspaper in her hands.]

Suzaku, have breakfast with me, please. Whatever you're doing [like she doesn't know what he's doing.] can wait, can't it?