[ CLOSED-ISH ] one should not attend even the end of the world without a good breakfast.

[passio]

WHO: bluohaus + companions! in all honesty if your character would let themselves into the dextera/noctis/joshua home then feel free to ask…
WHERE: bluohaus!
WHEN: some peaceful august weekend
WHAT: finally, the much anticipated breakfast log
WARNINGS: god i hope not

[ with all the food that’s arrived in the town, from people retrieving things from their homes and the recently-bestowed crates (this house alone has an unholy amount of pepper jack cheese and coconuts), it was sort of an inevitability that a house as big and hungry and ignis-equipped as this one would find a way to eventually put it all together into some brunchy breakfast beanfeast. realistically, it’s going to be an all-day affair, with people coming in and out of the kitchen, sitting at the table and leaving to sleep it off before coming back again, but there’s no doubt that between the true blue residents of the house and all the friends that seem to come and go as they please through the doors, it’s going to be lively. and loud.

and probably a little messy, as well. ]

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[passio]

[ you know dextera is where the food is at!!!

he can’t cook, but he’ll honestly help if anyone asks it of him—mostly, though, he’s going to be floating around the kitchen until food is ready and he’ll be happy to taste-test anything that comes his way. unfortunately, “taste-testing” also means that he is absolutely ready to eat anything that gets burned or over-salted or in some other way ruined, so also potentially stop him from eating anything that looks like it’s been blackened in the fires of hell.

otherwise, you know that if guren is there, he’s going to be sitting right there next to guren, possibly oddly handsy for anyone who doesn’t know that they’re together. ]

[photoshooter]

[Oh, what's this now? Resident fidgety Sunshine Boy Prompto is face-down at the table, head buried in his arms, practically motionless. Either he's doing his best "Noct fell asleep in his cereal" impression, or something... is wrong.

In the meantime, though, Sparky the baby chocobo is ambling fearlessly around, getting underfoot, cheeping for his share of everyone else's breakfast. This is his home, he's not afraid of nothing. Feed him! Love him! Pay attention to him! Kweh!]

[swordfucker]

[One regular house guest is here, at least! That is to say, Guren came down with Dextera and agreed to stay for breakfast like he sometimes does. As usual, he stays close to Dextera, but unlike usual, it looks like he's tired enough to be... dozing off while sitting up in his chair. He's tired of waiting for the food, he needs energy, and so there he is, arms crossed and head nodding down as he fades away.

He always jolts awake before his face hits food or anything, at least. But someone wake him up when he can eat, or if someone's talking to him. Thanks.]

[passio]

[ something is definitely wrong?

dextera has at least a little more tact than to call him out over the table, but in one of the downtimes between all of the varied dishes that seem to keep happening, dextera scoops sparky up and taps prompto on the shoulder to get his attention.

there’s a peeper who wants your love, prompto!!! ]

[nascere]

[ hey. hey, buddy. a stray piece of something charred that used to be... something far less toxic has somehow made its way to dex's hands, but noctis, already used to his good friend's terrible, awful, really gross habits, simply swipes it from him when he walks past, dropping a strawberry into his hand instead.

noctis is in good spirits today, and he's tossing the charred piece of unholy material into the bin before gesturing dex over to distract him. ]

C'mon, we gotta wash the fruit.

[nascere]

[ noctis is scooping sparky up, preventing him from getting underfoot because the kitchen, but circumvents the inevitable indignation by feeding him with greens he's swiped from the chopping board.

so here he is, cuddling their son before plopping down next to prompto, saving the kitchen temporarily from an ultimately adorable little menace. he'll love u and feed u, buddy. but first he has to fix his best friend's problems. ]

Hey. You look like Cindy just got herself a boyfriend that isn't you.

[sirnyxalot]

[Nyx elects to leave Sparky alone this time, though usually when he pops by for breakfast he spends at least three minutes absolutely spoiling the bird with attention. Today, however, he has a large, heavy sling resting against his chest. The baby coeurl inside is napping and far too young yet to be bothering prey, but Nyx doesn’t want to rest it.]

Breakfast gone bad, kid?

[passio]

Ah?

[ dextera was going to eat that? excuse you, noctis.

whatever it was that was about to go in his mouth is quickly replaced by a nice, shiny piece of fruit, however—a strawberry that probably had a bigger destiny than this, but its sacrifice will not be in vain. before anyone can tell him not to, he eats the whole thing, leaves and all. ]

Wash?

[nascere]

[ you're not eating that, dex!

he eyeballs him when dex pops the entire thing into his mouth, leaves and all, and he frowns. ]

Buddy, you're not supposed to eat the leaves, too.

[ but here, have a basket of freshly plucked fruit! ] Yeah, you gotta rinse them, make sure they're not all sandy and stuff.

[passio]

[ it’s a hassle to take off the leaves, and he likes the bitterness against the tart-but-sweet flavor of the strawberry. just let him be an animal. ]

…?

[ dextera glances down at the fruit, rolling a few pieces over with his fingers and a delicate touch. ]

Why?

[nascere]

[ BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT AN ANIMAL ]

Uh. Because you normally do that. To brush off whatever dirt there was on it.

[ or pesticides, but that's a moot point here where things have to be organic, so. ]

You mean you don't wash them?

[ ...dex............................... ]

[passio]

…

[ this guilty silence is enough to suggest that he has never even thought about washing the fruits he gets. there are some that just fall off trees, too, heavy in their ripeness, and he’s quick to harvest those since no one else seems to want to eat them.

awkwardly, he shakes his head. ]

[sirnyxalot]

[Nyx arrived with coeurl kitten in hand, the mass of fur dead asleep in its sling. It’s not yet strong enough to stay on its own, still relying on fluids for food (and what an adventure it’s been trying to find something the thing ups even digest. He’s still working on it), and he’s not comfortable leaving it alone in his room for even a couple hours.

Dodging the chocobo roaming adorably around everyone’s feet, Nyx greets everyone he passes with a friendly grip on their shoulder and a smile.]

[nascere]

[ oh, dex...

it's ok! it's not in noctis' nature to embarrass anyone, so he easily just shows him how to do it, smiling crookedly at him and smoothing it over. it's all good, buddy. ]

's all right. Ignis is a stickler for cleanliness, so I guess that's become a habit. You know, you never told me what your favorite food is, aside from strawberries.

[nascere]

[ it's not noctis' fault if he puts down the plate of fish, potatoes and fruit down louder than he normally does, right there in front of guren. he's grinning crookedly when he does, commenting when he wakes. ]

Busy night?

[nascere]

[ well isn't this just fun! noctis perks up when he spots nyx, glad to see him here. and what's that he has in his hand? he's coming over to him, curious. ]

Adopted a fluffball of your own too, huh?

[swordfucker]

[ He jolts awake again, only to scowl at Noctis and his comment. Humph!! ]

Don’t ask like that, you freak. [ He’s so nice. ] I’m just a busy guy. It was taking too long.

[ But he glances down at the plate now. It looks delicious... real food!! ]

[sirnyxalot]

[He nods, smile widening easily at seeing Noctis.]

She was left alone in the woods. Either her mother abandoned her or...

[He trails off, one shoulder lifting helplessly. Hunting was common in Galahd, too. As beautiful as they were, the Galahdin coeurls were no less deadly than their Lucian counterparts.]

What do you mean ‘too’?

[nascere]

[ Noctis, the very image of innocence: ]

Busy with what?

[ listen, he won't be himself if he isn't going to be a pain in the ass. besides, he's in a very good mood this morning and he can't help but be a little shit at him. ]

[nascere]

We got a cat. Well -- Ignis got one. Her name is Pearl.

[ noctis looks over at the sling curiously, trying to see what's in it. it looks soft and fluffy, but he can't quite make out what it is for sure, only that it's small, furry, and obviously sleeping. pearl, for that matter, is lazily making her way into the kitchen as well, threading her way underneath the table where the scraps obviously are. ]

What'd you bring back?

[passio]

[ dextera is grateful that noctis doesn’t make a big deal of it—guren still does, sometimes, and while dextera knows it comes from a place of worry, he doesn’t know how many times he can say that nothing can hurt his iron stomach. ]

I don’t know.

[ a shy little smile. ]

Maybe… I’ll find out today.

[sirnyxalot]

[Nyx hesitates, not sure how well this is going to be taken.]

A coeurl.

[He shifts to open the sling a little more, so Noct can see the kitten’s budding antennae and ridges. The Galahdan breed is broader, with stripes instead of spots, and this one will grow ridges from her face in much the same fashion as the horns that decorate the glaive hoods.]

[brightlyshines]

[At least it's not nearly as messy a breakfast as it could be. After some coaxing and a few distractions, Estelle had been stuck on omelette duty, much to the relief of her housemates probably. She'd yet to set fire to the kitchen in all her time in Chroma, and hopefully that streak would continue.

At least she really knows how to cook good omurice and anything similar without much error? She'll offer a wave to anyone who comes by, and a greeting.]

Good morning! Any special way you like your eggs?

[photoshooter]

Umnh?

[Prompto lifts his head blearily, then sits up more to accept his feathery child into his arms. Eeeeexcept then he keeps accepting him, curling bodily around him and sinking back into the table so that the poor chocobo is tucked into the center of a Prompto Ball, kwehing in alarm and indignity.

For his part, Prompto just whines like a dying balloon.]

Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

[photoshooter]

[Prompto just huddles further down. Somehow, that's a thing that's possible.]

Awhh, she should, I'm the worst. I ruin everything. Who let me talk to girls, ever, it's always such a bad idea.