( well, mat certainly looks pleased as punch as milo draws those blankets tightly around him, happy to have paid his host even some form of kindness, however small it may have been β despite the fact that they are milo's blankets to begin with. his smile stretches wide, teeth threatening to peek through, and β
oh, if the temperature in the room hasn't already settled into something almost pleasantly cool, less biting.
he finally scoots forward so his legs can swing over the edge of the couch, hands folding in his lap and toes curling into the soft carpeting on the floor. )
I feel favorably towards oatmeal β but only if you'll let me help.
( cooking doesn't really feel like something that he's particularly good at for whatever reason, but there are most definitely some ingredients that he's going to scour milo's pantry for regardless; he has a good feeling about them. )
[ he just about melts inside when he sees the corners of mat's mouth quirk upwards and they sit there across each other much longer than they should, especially given that he's asked a question that implies that he's just about to get up anyway. the blankets are no longer necessary at this point, but milo is perfectly cozy sitting beneath them, grip tightening around the thick material for a second before he pushes himself to his feet. ]
You, [ he says, turning in his blanket cape, ] can mix the Nutella into the oatmel when I'm done.
[ as majestic as he surely must look, it's sort of detrimental to standing over a stove and milo wouldn't trust himself to do any of that. stumbling back, he drapes the sheets over the back of his couch, flashing another crooked grin before heading right into the open kitchen area, preparing their simple but sweet breakfast. ]
Oh and βΒ you can prepare whatever drinks you want? [ he mentions over his shoulder. ]
( mathias's eyebrows practically skyrocket upwards at the mention of nutella, and the lightbulb that immediately goes off in his head is surprising. )
Nutella... is that like β Nugatti? ( he doesn't even know where this word is coming from, but it feels right. his mouth hangs open as he stands up, the very glimmer of excitement sparkling in his eyes. ) That's always how I've eaten my oatmeal. How did you know?
( it's such a silly thing, but it makes mat feel a little more at home, even if he doesn't exactly know where home is or what it's like. there's a pleasant warmth that bubbles up inside of him as he follows milo into the kitchen like a lost puppy (because that is, essentially, what he is), looking quite regal in his silken pajamas, an equally warm smile curling across his mouth, and he asks himself a little dreamily: ) How could you know?
( but regardless, he's keen to help out with their meal, even in a space so unfamiliar; it takes a few tries at opening cabinets until he locates what looks like a moderately-sized tub of chocolatey goodness, and his face brightens even further as he pulls it down from the shelf and immediately unscrews the cap, inhaling the glorious smell. ) Wow.
[ his dark eyebrows disappear behind the fall of blue hair when mathias reacts to his breakfast suggestion. ] You can't recall where you came from but you remember Nugatti? [ of course he sounds amused. it's impossibly endearing like everything else about this mysterious, etheral boy who has made a space for himself in his humble abode. whatever helps him feel more at east, milo supposes, turning the stove knob to get the water boiling beneath his pot.
it's homey. domestic for two near-strangers. he can't say he minds any of it because as much as he enjoys his independence, single-living can be ... lonely from time to time.
mat is so cute. he is so cute.
biting his bottom lip, milo looks away from him, adding a touch of almond milk and a pinch of cinnamon to the water as it heats up, the oats sitting close by. ] Good, right? You can get a spoonful of it first if you wanna be daring.
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oh, if the temperature in the room hasn't already settled into something almost pleasantly cool, less biting.
he finally scoots forward so his legs can swing over the edge of the couch, hands folding in his lap and toes curling into the soft carpeting on the floor. )
I feel favorably towards oatmeal β but only if you'll let me help.
( cooking doesn't really feel like something that he's particularly good at for whatever reason, but there are most definitely some ingredients that he's going to scour milo's pantry for regardless; he has a good feeling about them. )
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You, [ he says, turning in his blanket cape, ] can mix the Nutella into the oatmel when I'm done.
[ as majestic as he surely must look, it's sort of detrimental to standing over a stove and milo wouldn't trust himself to do any of that. stumbling back, he drapes the sheets over the back of his couch, flashing another crooked grin before heading right into the open kitchen area, preparing their simple but sweet breakfast. ]
Oh and βΒ you can prepare whatever drinks you want? [ he mentions over his shoulder. ]
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Nutella... is that like β Nugatti? ( he doesn't even know where this word is coming from, but it feels right. his mouth hangs open as he stands up, the very glimmer of excitement sparkling in his eyes. ) That's always how I've eaten my oatmeal. How did you know?
( it's such a silly thing, but it makes mat feel a little more at home, even if he doesn't exactly know where home is or what it's like. there's a pleasant warmth that bubbles up inside of him as he follows milo into the kitchen like a lost puppy (because that is, essentially, what he is), looking quite regal in his silken pajamas, an equally warm smile curling across his mouth, and he asks himself a little dreamily: ) How could you know?
( but regardless, he's keen to help out with their meal, even in a space so unfamiliar; it takes a few tries at opening cabinets until he locates what looks like a moderately-sized tub of chocolatey goodness, and his face brightens even further as he pulls it down from the shelf and immediately unscrews the cap, inhaling the glorious smell. ) Wow.
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it's homey. domestic for two near-strangers. he can't say he minds any of it because as much as he enjoys his independence, single-living can be ... lonely from time to time.
mat is so cute. he is so cute.
biting his bottom lip, milo looks away from him, adding a touch of almond milk and a pinch of cinnamon to the water as it heats up, the oats sitting close by. ] Good, right? You can get a spoonful of it first if you wanna be daring.