#neeeerrrd

“Son of a bitch, motherfucker- OUCH.” Darius woke to the sound of rustling in the kitchen. He made a grab for his musketoon before pausing. Wait. What was Fell doing up so early? Granted, the Elezen was almost an always riser, but to have him be running around even before the sun rose.... He sat up slowly, messaging a knot out of his shoulder as he walked out of the small room given to him by Hancock.

He followed the sound of clattering pots and pans, opening the door slowly. Fell’s back was turned to him, and the Elezen was muttering darkly to himself, stirring some sort of batter in a bright green bowl. His face was covered in flour, his gloves tucked away to the side, covered in some sort of slimy substance- eggs? He watched him for a moment. “What are you doing, Krieger?” Fell started slightly, turning, clutching the bowl to his chest. “Shit! Did I wake you up?” “Yes. What are you doing?” “..... Nothing....” Fell turned back around, placing the bowl on the counter. Darius stared at his back, his eyes slightly narrowed. The Adventurer shifted slightly before sighing. “.... I’m making breakfast.”

“Are you?” “Alright, I’m TRYING to make breakfast.” He turned, crossing his arms. He sighed. “...  I wanted to do.... Something special. Give you the day off. You know....” He rubbed the back of his head. “I, uh. Made reservations for you and Itara at some nice restaurant down in the market... And, uh, Adele’s present for you got here.” He waved at the table, a small package sitting next to an empty plate. 

Darius stared at the awkward display, tilting his head slightly in confusion. “Why the hell are you doing all this?” Fell stared at him blankly.

“It’s.... It’s, uh, your Nameday, right?” He leaned against the counter. “I didn’t get the days mixed up, did I?” Darius blinked before shaking his head.

“No.” He walked over to the table, lifting the small package and opening it. Inside was a small, braided length of leather, covered in beads and feather. By all rights, it was an ugly little thing, but Darius couldn’t help but smile slightly. “It’s a bracelet.” He pulled it out and slipped it on. “.... You didn’t have to do anything for me.” “I wanted to.” he shrugged. “Though I can’t promise you’ll survive the breakfast I make. Sorry.” Darius turned, shaking his head.

“Thank you, Fell.” Fell’s nose scrunched slightly.

“Don’t thank me. It’s weird. “He turned back to his batter “Go back to bed. I’ll wake you up when breakfast is done.” Darius chuckled, walking back down the hall. It only took a few minutes for the swearing to start up again, and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He looked down at the bracelet, his smile growing slightly.

“I guess this isn’t too bad....” He muttered, sitting on his bed.

David Lo is a Chinese-American software programmer, and his 80-year-old pyromaniac grandmother lives with him in his apartment. He seems very timid and orderly, and this annoys him, so he tries to break that perception as often as possible and has lately picked up freerunning, despite the fact that he used to be terribly accident-prone when he was little and is still pretty clumsy. But when he turned fifteen he never broke another bone, in spite of the number of opportunities to do so. 

Well hey there ryan!

1. First impression: jigabomp in wilson's class (i thought you were a cool smart kid. still applies)