elijahbun

[elijahbun]

It is way too cold. I should've worn more layers.

[elijahbun]

I m-mean... I d-don't see why not.

 W-w-would y-y-you? In the o-other w-w-w-way I mean. [ He’ll blush a deep shade of pink before ducking his head. ]

[elijahbun]

I have snacks and video games. I'll only come out to use the bathroom.

Y-you sound like me every w-week.

[elijahbun]

His sleep had been plain and dreamless, so it wasn't a particular loss to be awoken from it—but he'd still been pretty a little jarred, hearing the loud knock on his door, because he was nothing if not a light sleeper. His mind and body practically protest the following actions, arising from his bed to make his way to bathroom, starting it out like any other: with a morning pee.

He'd sleepily dragged himself to the bathroom, and if the cold air assaulting his achey bones didn't wake him up, the time spent in the bathroom certainly did. Peeing always woke him up, as weird as that sounded, and splashing cold water on his face afterwards certainly helped in that regard. By the time he'd brushed his hair and changed his clothes (which required a trip back to the room, because his sleepy self had forgotten to take clothes with him, because his sleepy self from the night before had forgotten to lay some out for him) he'd been wide awake and ready.

Running his fingers through his hair defeated the earlier purpose of brushing it, but as Elijah descended from his room floor to the kitchen, it was what he did. It was a little nerve wracking (?) to be cooking with someone you didn't know, but it couldn't possibly be that bad. Besides, he liked cooking, and it was for the good of the community.

Breakfast Palooza

Lorelei woke up to the soft mewing sound of her alarm clock. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and yawned. Pressing the snooze button, she swung her legs out of bed and smiled, it was 3 am, yet she was feeling more alive than ever. She quickly made her way to the luggage that stood stuffed with her clothes in the corner of the room. She put on her jeans, converse, and a blouse and wrapped an apron tightly around her waist. It read kiss the chef. She giggled to herself quietly and exited her room. She wandered down the hall to Elijah’s room first and knocked once loudly on his door. She ignored the huffs and groans that sounded within the rooms and made her way to Juliana’s room. She did the same and grinned. She descended the stairs excitedly and ran into the kitchen. It was beautiful, stainless steel appliances lining the walls and a fridge stocked with anything and everything a cook could ever imagine cooking with. She sighed contently and began her duties while waiting for her other helpers to arrive. 

She prepped the oven and took the eggs out of the fridge. She took out a pan and plugged in the mixer. She brought the bacon out of the fridge and set it carefully on the counter, treating it like a newborn child. Once everything was out sitting ready on the counter, Lorelei smiled to herself. Let the cooking begin! 

[elijahbun]

Um—You're welcome, sir. And yes, I am. Is it that obvious?

Really? Thank you. Tell me, are you a youth?

[elijahbun]

... Oh. Oh. I meant—t-that I'd make you smile—I d-didn't mean it like that!

W-what exactly d-d-do you m-m-mean by that?

[elijahbun]

I don't plan on leaving my room this week, so you're going to have to drag me out if you want something, no matter how unlikely.

[elijahbun]

hey mates sorry i've been spotty (aka replying to one thing then disappearing) i've been going through some personal crud and now i'm okAY so heyoooo!!!! my askbox is open i'm up for plots so yeah HOP ON THAT

[elijahbun]

But it doesn't look like you've got anything to worry about, sir.

Really not good for my body.

[elijahbun]

Really? Why not?

I really should not eat take-out.

[elijahbun]

Are those days few and far in between? I hear that artists in particular can be... fussy. But there are rules in place that prevent you from administering footwork suppositories, aren't there? You must have a lot of patience!

Well, it’s not really a hop skip and a jump, babe. But there are days where it’s fun in general to mess with ‘em. Duly noted. I’ll be sure to take your word on it for now.

[elijahbun]

Chocolate chip. Do you like chocolate chip?

Oo! What kinds?

[elijahbun]

Sure. Cookies for you kingdom.

Can I have some, please?

[elijahbun]

That doesn't sound very fun—I'm guessing they don't treat you with much gratefulness, yeah? I'm still pretty new, so I don't know many people here, but the people I've met seem nice enough. I'm Elijah.

Dealing with snobby upcoming artists all day — not my favorite thing, at all. Let’s hope the people here are more civil, and much better company, yeah? Names Bentley.

[elijahbun]

... I made cookies.

[elijahbun]

That's... amazing.

The gayest thing I’ve ever done is sleep with an entire cheer squad. If I were a guy, that’d be pretty straight.

[elijahbun]

30 Day Challenge // Day 23 // Something That Makes You Happy

I’ve learned how to cook since I moved out to California. It’s therapeutic. And delicious~ I garnish everything with a fried egg, and I never regret it.