Mar 28, 2016
"Big Brother. It's been a while. Have things been well for you?"
Bleary eyes dragged themselves up from the bowl of porridge that sat in front of him, the smell of hot cinnamon and honey wafting across the table. Dark circles under Marx’s eyes bespoke a night of only a few hours sleep, but he mustered a smile up for Kamui’s benefit.
“Good morning, little princess.”
The greeting was attempted brightly, but came out as an exhausted murmur, though it did little to change the pleased tone of his voice. His fingertips rested on the silver tip of his spoon, thumb underneath as he stirred at his meal with an idleness brought on by lack of rest.
“I’ve been better, but I should be fine with a bit of rest. Have you been well yourself?”