[9:55am] as you were stirring the sticky and sugary strawberry syrup that was stubbornly grasping to the bottom of your glass cup to make your morning strawberry latte, you felt a slight breeze as felix passed your back into the kitchen. “making breakfast?” you asked as he grabbed a steel pan and put it on the electric stove.
“kinda,” he said before leaving the kitchen again and plopping down on the couch in the living room. he didn’t have earphones in and you could hear him discussing strategies with chenle as he playing playing mobile pubg.
you suddenly felt soft balls hit the back of your heat with the sounds of soft pops accompanying it. when you turned around, you saw that felix was making popcorn but forgot the lid. “felix!” you yelled, making him run into the kitchen to see popcorn scattering on the clean floor.
he knew you cleaned yesterday and immediately took the pan off the heat. he ran into the supply closet and brought of a sweeper and dust pan. within a minute, the floor was spotless again. as an apology, he pulled you into a hug and craddled your head, “how dare the popcorn hit you in the head!” he joked as he stroked the kernel pieces out of your hair.
from the living room you could hear chenle yell from the speaker, “hey felix, where’d you go? we’re dying!” but felix kept you in his arms while swaying you back and forth.
