You've gotten into the habit of giving each of the horsemen a kiss before running off to work.
Strife would always be snoring away with a pillow clutched tightly within his arms. Fury languidly sprawled across her bed, sang her own guttural tone of sleep. With a gentle brushing away of some gnarly bedhead, or a soft caress of the cheek, each gets their deserved BRB morning kiss. In return you receive a pleased murmur, or the curling of the lips in unadulterated bliss.
Death meditates peacefully in the living room with Dust resting on his lap. Carefully, you crept up behind this pale willow and leave a small peck upon his temple. Though you've never seen anything in return, the air around Death always seemed to lighten up in acknowledgement.
War is always the last to get the BRB kiss. It has nothing to do with your preferences or who's bed you shared the night before. It DOES, however have something to do with timing. He's an active man and he goes for long jogs a little past dawn and usually returns on your way out. War has gotten into the habit of bending down to get a peck on his chin. In return, you get an "accidental" kiss on the nose before you're off.
