helloeverybunny | ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ / ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ

What for? Taking all the peanut butter?

No, that was Jane.

For leaving bread in your bed. Not sure why I brought it there in the first place.

Sorry.

Don't worry about it. It was pretty fun, regardless.

[ From what she remembers, anyway? Where did they even get the alcohol? She was pretty sure she brought hot chocolate, not vodka. ]

[ Besides feeling apologetic, there's a sense of embarrassment tinting his thoughts. Because when was the last time he was actually drunk enough to... well. ]

You alright? I did pass out pretty quickly. Did you?

[ Join the club, K. ]

So did I. What was in that stuff? You think Jane's alright?

Just needed some painkillers and a lot of water. You?

Who knows. Could be anything, knowing Jane. Haven't checked on her yet.

Should I?

Just water. Guess that's one good thing about having a high pain tolerance.

[ Although he's literally still in bed. ]

Wouldn't hurt to. Unless she was with someone last night. Not that I recall.

[ She kind of stopped paying attention to Jane at some point because... well. ]

I used to think I had a high pain tolerance, but I've just proven myself wrong.

Yeah, I texted her. [ Because K had also stopped paying attention to Jane, too wrapped up in the steady, pleasant buzz of alcohol and a conversation with Danni that he can't quite remember right now. ]

Being hungover is a different kind of pain.

I'm going to grab breakfast. Do you need anything? Food? Painkillers?

Thanks.

[ Why do they both feel the need to watch over Jane? ]

Caf would be great, if it's not too much trouble? I'm too tired to get up and make some.

[ Maybe because Jane's little-sister vibes are just too strong...?]

Sure. I'll be there in a bit.

[ Which means that he'll tenderly get out of bed himself, taking a careful, slow moment to let his head adapt to its new orientation. In the moment, he tries to remember what it was they had talked about last night, that had him sputtering into his drink and smiling more than what seemed like years. The memory remains just out of grasp, which means he was more than just a little drunk. After all, having perfect memory means you remember exactly what it is you don't.

K takes a quick shower that does wonders for the hangover, and tugs on the simple, minimalist clothing he usually wears. In a half hour, he's knocking on Danni's door holding coffee and breakfast, and a whole collection of sugars, creams, creamers, milk because he hadn't asked what it was she takes in her coffee.]

Take care, and take your time.

[ Because friends look after one another, right? Especially when they're hungover and they don't recall what they were talking about last night exactly, except for the warm fuzzy feeling that you're sure has nothing to do with alcohol? Or, well, maybe it has something to do with alcohol. Just a little.

Although even if she's told him to take his time, she forces herself to get up shortly afterwards and take a shower herself. Then she puts on an equally minimalist attire — just a blank tank top and a pair of sweatpants — because they're just friends hanging out and having breakfast, right? Right?

She tries not to think about that too much when she goes to the door to let him in. ]

That was fast. [ There's a smile as she holds out her hands to help him, something she would've done if he were Jane or any other person. ] And that smells good. You didn't have any trouble getting here, I hope?

[ Warm fuzzy feeling? At least Danni can acknowledge it. K’s just treating it like part of the hangover. Everything is blurring together right now. Neither of them are in any shape to properly put themselves together, although K does his best not to let the haziness show on his face, not to think too much about this breakfast either. ]

No, no trouble. Least that’s one thing I do remember from last night.

[ Where she lives, and how to get to her apartment, that is. He has a good spatial sense of the city and was easily able to navigate from the cafe to her apartment. ]

Hope I wasn’t too quick, I thought you might be hungry.

[ He matches her smile with a subtle one of his as he hands off the drinks to her, along with sugar, cream, milk. ] I hope you like bagels. [ In the paper bag he’s holding is an assortment of bagels and spreads from the bakery. Simple and nutritious. K had never been a subscriber of the notion of greasy hangover foods. He follows Danni into the apartment, taking a glance around as if he had never seen it before, despite being here less than twelve hours ago and leaving… bread… in her bed. That memory burns a little. ]

ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ / ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ — Qᴜᴀʀᴀɴᴛɪɴᴇ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ

ngl i totally put bread in there for k hahaha

bread is the best bait

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