( given that dice’s job tends to lend itself to late nights, only increased in length by their bedroom activities and tendency to lay awake and talk about everything and nothing all at once, it’s not unusual that they sleep in most mornings. it’s been a habit and one that gentaro can’t quite find issue with. it’s a bad habit, sure, but it’s something warm, something theirs, and most of all, it’s with dice.
today is different, though. when he naturally stirs around six in the morning, he carefully maneuvers himself out of bed. like a zombie, dressed in a robe and with light marks of purple and red on his neck and back, he glides into the kitchen to, as quietly as possible, try and make chocolate. he had written down a recipe the other day and had managed to buy the ingredients. now he just needed to execute on it. somehow.
which means slaving over a hot stove and staring blankly at little chocolate molds he purchased — they’re supposed to be cranes but he isn’t sure it’ll be noticeable once the chocolate sets.
he’s so god damn tired, though. he better not burn this like the jelly fish. )
valentine’s day — early morning
today is different, though. when he naturally stirs around six in the morning, he carefully maneuvers himself out of bed. like a zombie, dressed in a robe and with light marks of purple and red on his neck and back, he glides into the kitchen to, as quietly as possible, try and make chocolate. he had written down a recipe the other day and had managed to buy the ingredients. now he just needed to execute on it. somehow.
which means slaving over a hot stove and staring blankly at little chocolate molds he purchased — they’re supposed to be cranes but he isn’t sure it’ll be noticeable once the chocolate sets.
he’s so god damn tired, though. he better not burn this like the jelly fish. )