33 Apocalypse Ave., Thursday Morning

[not_in_the_book]

Waking up early, Ronan slipped out of bed -- being careful not to wake the other occupants -- slipped on some pyjama pants and a t-shirt, and opened and closed the door as quietly as possible as he left the room.

Coffee first, he thought, and then he might as well get started on breakfast.

[For the housemates! Or anyone else who wants to call/drop by/whatever.]

Comments

[icecoldfrost]

Emma gave a small pout and fluttered her lashes at him. "Like I wouldn't mind your company over breakfast to give my coffee a bit more flavor."

Emma wasn't generally a very PDA type of person, but despite the highly enjoyable evening, she did still need want some assurance this morning that she was still Jack's favorite.

Vanity, thy name is Frost.

[bitten_notshy]

Emma was forever and always (or until the next time she let him stay in jail in an alternate dimension) Jack's favorite, so she got a swift grin and a brush of Jack's hand over her hair.

"I suppose I could stick around for a few minutes," he granted. "As long as it's for a good cause."

[icecoldfrost]

"Making sure I eat properly before I haul myself out to work?" Emma suggested. "That's a pretty good cause."