Summary: After spending the night at your apartment, Pale wakes up to find you making breakfast. You’re interested to see if Pale’s going to tag along for the day.
Words: 747
Warnings: drug references.
A/N: This is for @formerly-anonhamster . Happy Birthday, Queen! You’re amazing and I think you give the adam fanclub so much, so I wanted to return the gesture and give you something for your birthday! I don’t remember if I’ve written for Pale before, so I really hope that this is to your liking.
When Pale wakes up, it’s to his stomach rumbling. The smell of bacon wafts into the bedroom and light shines in through the window, practically blinding him. A loud closed-mouth groan rumbling in the back of his throat emanates from him as he stretches his body, muscles aching as he lets himself loosen up. Tossing on the first thing he sees: one of your t-shirts. Pale tugs it over his body, unminding the amusing way it ends at his belly button, fabric snug on his body needing to stretch to fit.
“How adorable,” you comment as you watch Pale emerge from the room clad in one of your t-shirts and one of his boxers. “You know I’ve had that since middle school?” The white crop top with the colorful ‘Hello Kitty’ logo on it juxtaposes Pale in an amusing light. He simply hums in response, shrugging as he makes his way over to you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” his voice sounds deeper, still edging on the side of sleepiness. “You makin’ yourself some breakfast?” The gentle feeling of his hands gently rubbing up and down your sides is distracting from the cooking meat in front of you.
“Not just that, but some eggs too. I was making you some if you want to stay? I was gonna head to the park afterward. Then come back and shower before my shift. You said you’re not working today, right?”
“Well, if you’re makin’ me some then hell, I’ve gotta stay! Not gonna let that go to waste,” A grumble comes from him as he rubs his eyes and runs a hand through his hair with a yawn. “Got any tea?” He begins to open your cabinets and search through them.
“Tea? I thought you weren’t a fan. It’s in here.” Opening the cabinet to your upper left, he walks around you to grab the box out and drop it a few feet onto the counter.
“Mm... it’s fine every once in a while. Probably coffee you’re thinkin’ of, Doll. Don’t wanna mix that shit with the other stuff.” He knows how you feel about his habits, and while he sniffles and goes to open the box, you turn on the other burner for the kettle.
Picking up the pan to slide the bacon off with your spatula onto the plates. Next are the eggs; two cracks and they’re sizzling in the pan. “I’ll take some tea too, then. Coffee’s fine, but you’re right. I do remember you saying that now that you mention it. How do you want your eggs today?”
It’s odd the way he puts the teabag straight into the mugs he grabs out, but you don’t dwell on it. Teabags are cheap enough, you don’t need to worry about that. Pale’s mind spaces out for a moment, forgetting to acknowledge your words. Routine tends to lead him to space out, a fairly common occurrence leading to repeats of words. “Hmm?” His eyes shift over to you as you prod him slightly. “Oh- um... scrambled? Nothin’ fancy.”
“Can’t go wrong with that,” you remark, smiling up at him. Even if both of you have disagreements from time to time, the acknowledgment that you think you’re starting to fall for the man in front of you is the reason that you’re more forgiving. Sure, you both lead fairly different lifestyles, but that’s what makes it all the more intriguing and unique.
Soon enough you’re both seated at the table with your food in front of you. The sounds of traffic bleed through the windows into background noise, your kitchen clock ticking as the morning goes on. Silence takes over as the both of you eat, Pale surprisingly quiet unlike usual. For some reason, you don’t question it, but instead, welcome it.
When he calls your name, you look up at him and notice the lazy smile on his lips. “The park sounds fun today. Maybe we’ll get some peanuts and feed the squirrels, huh?” A name graces your own lips at the thought, Pale’s spontaneity one of the best qualities you see in him.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea. I can run, and you can roller-skate if that’s what you want to do today.” That makes him laugh, shaking his head it sounds stupid enough, but it’s an oddly appealing idea since he isn’t the one to go for an afternoon or morning run.
