It had been a particularly long and grueling night. For all of them. Rehearsals had dragged on into the late hours, demanding precision and the near perfection the trio was known for possessing while on stage. Of course, Mira had been part of that demanding presence. Having the girls run through their choreography until each turn bled into another, each snapping gesture and pose met with every precise beat of the song that played overhead. It was a lot to ask when all three of them were near running on pure fumes by that point, but it was all the more reason he was in the kitchen so early that morning. A wordless apology cooked into the breakfast Mira was preparing for the other two. Carved into each ingredient with every chop of their knife, folded into every turn of the pan. A gesture meant to share what he left unsaid, a reflection of his own care despite how hard they knew they had pushed them all. His head turned away from the stove at the sound of bare steps on the tiled floor of the kitchen, pushing their round-rimmed glasses further up the bridge of his nose as he smiled lightly at Rumi -- exactly who they had expected to see. (Zoey wouldn't be up, no doubt, until one of them went to wake her) "Here," Mira nudged a mug in the woman's direction, the golden-brown tea still warm and steaming with the promise of sweetness and comfort. "Before it starts to get too cold." Mira would say nothing of how he had brewed Rumi's favorite tea, prepared in just the way they knew she liked it. Nor would they say anything about the fact he had cleaned her favorite mug that morning because he knew it made her smile to have it. Instead, they would turn their attention back to the stove and the meal they labored over, huffing softly, although their tone hardly held the usual bite his words suggested he should have. "I was starting to think I just wasted a thing of tea with how long you slept in."
⋆˚࿔ ♫ ⋆˚࿔ -- A yawn escaped Rumi's lips as she rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes. She ached - rehearsals had taken so much out of all of them, and she was starting to feel those hours in her aching muscles.
Still. It would always be worth it to preform it for the fans.
But that didn't mean it wouldn't be nice to have a few moments worth of a break.
And the smell of something delicious cooking had coaxed Rumi out of her room a bit earlier than she had anticipated. She would never be one to turn down food.
Her footsteps echoed across the floor, the tower silent. As she approached the kitchen she could hear the sounds of someone moving about in the kitchen starting to get louder.
Another yawn as she stepped inside, immediately seeing Mira at the counter. Of course it was Mira, no way Zoey would already be up. A small smile crossed her face as she crossed over to her bandmate - her friend.
Before Rumi had a chance to speak, Mira shoved a purple mug into her hands, giving her some sass about her sleeping in. Another small smile as she took note of the mug in her hand before catching a whiff of the aroma. Omija-cha, her favorite.
"Well if you're worried about my tea getting cold because I slept in too late...I hope you're not making any of that for Zoey!"
She let out a small chuckle before taking a small sip of the beverage, sighing in content as the flavors hit her tongue. After savoring the flavorful beverage a moment, a slightly confused look crossed her face. It wasn't that Mira never cooked for the group before. In fact he was more likely to do so than Rumi herself. Still.
"Smells good," she commented. "Figured you'd want to take the morning to rest though. What are you doing up already?"
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