[The dry responce earned a flat, dissatisfied experience expression on the man's face when he rolled over and finally squinted at the Omni. Green eyes were narrowed as he tried to focus on what he was seeing in the harsh daylight-- and the expression steadily morphed into an unhappy frown. ]
... I've never had the luxury of having a pet in my life, but I would never throw Gray.
[Waver Velvet snorted and rolled himself into a sitting position. ]
She's my Omen, and she makes me think of my Apprentice. Right now, I think she wanted my attention for something.
"Presumably because she threw it at you." He sighs, rubbing at the spot between his eyebrows with a knuckle. "Or because it's endemic. Not me, specifically, but — in general, or so I've been told."
[Tea he could manage with his eyes closed, but coffee in Trench was fraught with other matters. Gray patiently swatted at his hair while he collected himself-- her little black toes, the emblem of a Void Incarnate, showed off both how glossy her coat was and how well she was being cared for.
Waver finally grabbed the Omni and stood, and the camera feed wobbled as he did while he tried to find his feet in the midst of his half asleep state.
... He didn't appear to be aware that he was on video at all.]
Okay, Gray. What is it that we're having this morning? Egg sandwich? Or beans on toast?
"If you choose coffee beans, you'll satisfy both needs simultaneously," Augustine points out, both amused and vaguely inclined toward motion sickness from the wobble of the view — at least until he looks away from his Omni, resetting the relevant part of his limbic system in the process.
[At least, he didn't think so. Cooking was something he did out of necessity, not for the love of it.]
Coffee beans aren't even in the same botanical family as the beans you put on toast. They're the pit of a fruit, if I'm recalling right.
[Setting both Omni and Cat down on the counter, Waver fished up the little food bowl and the appropriate food. Gray was not literally getting beans on toast-- but she was getting a precisely formulated cat food that was a few steps up in quality from the packages found at the ordinary grocery. ]
...ugh. I guess it'll be tea now and coffee later.
[He didn't have the patience for more than filling the kettle and setting it on the stove before he made it Gray her breakfast. ]
[They did. Waver's was perhaps rougher and heavier in his half awake state, reflecting his humble upbringing, but it was nice to have a familiar cadence in his ears that morning. ]
I've not even been up for fifteen minutes, after having been spooked awake by the cat, and you expect me to have the patience for pour over?
[He asked dryly. Then: ]
I'm surprised you're still here. I'm not the best entertainment in the mornings.
"A pour-over doesn't take any longer than brewing a cup of tea," he points out dryly. "Also — you might be surprised; I find this to be incredibly entertaining."
At the point, Waver looked over at the Omni with a deep scowl and actually studied it. Gray was eating and no longer dividing his focus-- and he wasn't awake enough to hide the look of shock that painted hot features when he realized that he was being recorded on video the entire time.
"Oh, fucking hell!"
With a rough tap on the device, he ended the recording-- for now
About twenty minutes later he called back -- voice only now, but sounding significantly more awake.
"I did the pour over," he confessed in lieu of greeting, his tone and diction smoothed over by time and caffiene.
"...I wasn't going to call back, but after disrupting you it seemed appropriate to deliver a proper apology.
I'm sorry you had to see that."
Not that the reed thin man in an oversized fandom t-shirt and boxers with his hair a tangled mess was anything bad-- but it was embarrassing for the man in question.
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... I've never had the luxury of having a pet in my life, but I would never throw Gray.
[Waver Velvet snorted and rolled himself into a sitting position. ]
She's my Omen, and she makes me think of my Apprentice. Right now, I think she wanted my attention for something.
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Speaking of, why did it dial you?
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[Tea he could manage with his eyes closed, but coffee in Trench was fraught with other matters. Gray patiently swatted at his hair while he collected himself-- her little black toes, the emblem of a Void Incarnate, showed off both how glossy her coat was and how well she was being cared for.
Waver finally grabbed the Omni and stood, and the camera feed wobbled as he did while he tried to find his feet in the midst of his half asleep state.
... He didn't appear to be aware that he was on video at all.]
Okay, Gray. What is it that we're having this morning? Egg sandwich? Or beans on toast?
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[At least, he didn't think so. Cooking was something he did out of necessity, not for the love of it.]
Coffee beans aren't even in the same botanical family as the beans you put on toast. They're the pit of a fruit, if I'm recalling right.
[Setting both Omni and Cat down on the counter, Waver fished up the little food bowl and the appropriate food. Gray was not literally getting beans on toast-- but she was getting a precisely formulated cat food that was a few steps up in quality from the packages found at the ordinary grocery. ]
...ugh. I guess it'll be tea now and coffee later.
[He didn't have the patience for more than filling the kettle and setting it on the stove before he made it Gray her breakfast. ]
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His tone is, maybe, a little scandalized, coming out of Waver's Omni — as if the device itself has gotten Opinions, perhaps.
(At least they've both got the same general accent...)
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I've not even been up for fifteen minutes, after having been spooked awake by the cat, and you expect me to have the patience for pour over?
[He asked dryly. Then: ]
I'm surprised you're still here. I'm not the best entertainment in the mornings.
[It was afternoon.... ]
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"Oh, fucking hell!"
With a rough tap on the device, he ended the recording-- for now
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"I did the pour over," he confessed in lieu of greeting, his tone and diction smoothed over by time and caffiene.
"...I wasn't going to call back, but after disrupting you it seemed appropriate to deliver a proper apology.
I'm sorry you had to see that."
Not that the reed thin man in an oversized fandom t-shirt and boxers with his hair a tangled mess was anything bad-- but it was embarrassing for the man in question.