friends with the monsters [c]

The girl next to him seemed pretty nonchalant, which was a somewhat good sign. Sometimes the girls he brought home that ended up staying overnight freaked out the next morning once they were sober. At least this one wasn't screeching about cheating on her boyfriend or complaining that she ended up sleeping with an ugly guy last night.

And that really hurt Kieran, honestly. He wasn't that bad looking, right?

"Oh, morning," he sighed, sitting up as well. His top half was bare and the sheets covered his legs and waist, which was probably a good thing or he'd be sitting out in the nude. Not that it really mattered; it's not like the two hadn't seen each other naked last night, and this girl wasn't shy about being topless right now. In fact she was stretching, baring everything instead of pulling the sheets over her chest to hide herself.

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It was a bit cold in here now that she mentioned it, and he frowned when she took his blanket to wrap herself up. Leaning out of bed he grabbed his underwear, pulling them on so he was somewhat clothed before going to look at the thermostat.

He turned up the temperature a little bit before he went to the bathroom and grabbed a robe, pulling it on over his lanky frame and letting it hang loosely before waiting in the doorway. He wanted to go to the kitchen, maybe he could make some food and coffee but he wanted to be polite after all.

"Er, are you gonna stick around?" he asked awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "I could make some food and coffee or somethin', if you wanted."

Sometimes the girls stayed, sometimes they didn't. It didn't matter to him much. What mattered was whether she was gonna stay to eat, because he was getting pretty hungry.

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When she said she'd stay, he nodded and told her that he'd be in the kitchen and to come in whenever she wanted to. Retreating, he went to the kitchen and living area to prepare breakfast for the two of them.

Getting the coffee going, he rummaged through his cupboards and fridge to find something to eat. Hoping she liked eggs and bacon he grabbed a skillet from one of the cupboards above the range and started to cook, making a mess of sunny side up eggs and crispy, greasy bacon. Deciding that maybe they needed something more he threw a few slices of toast in the toaster just as the coffee finished brewing.

He poured himself a cup and sipped at it, letting the bitterness of the beans wake him up, invigorating his senses. Closing his eye he took another sip, waiting for both the toast to finish and for the girl to get out here.

Shit. Now he realized that he couldn't even remember her name. This was going to be one hell of an awkward morning.

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It wasn't long before the girl came to sit in the kitchen, waiting for breakfast to be served. He finished it up and plated it up, dividing the food up evenly before setting her plate in front of her. Kieran slid into another chair, sipping the coffee as he started to munch on some bacon.

Everything was quiet as they ate, save for the noises of eating. Kieran felt more than awkward. The girls from the night before never usually stayed until the next morning, and he honestly didn't know what to talk about. It's not like he had taken her home last night because he desired a deep and meaningful connection.

"So," he muttered after a few moments. "Did you sleep well?"

@maribelle // short b/c i suck

The two of them ate in silence, the only sounds coming from the clanking of silverware against porcelain plates. He was starving, but he tried not to eat too fast, even though it didn't really matter. This was his house and he could act as he damn well pleased. That didn't change the fact that this was a sufficiently awkward situation.

Kieran nodded when she mentioned how she slept, and shrugged a little in response. Grabbing his coffee cup he took a long drink, savoring the flavor and more so the caffeine as it flowed through his body, feeling his brain wake up more with each sip. "I slept alright."

Feeling a slight itching and discomfort in his hair, he set down his coffee mug and raised his hand to itch his head a bit. His fingers came in contact with thick straps and he realized he hadn't taken off his eyepatch last night. While he usually did that before bed (because wearing that thing got really uncomfortable sometimes) he must've forgotten due to the previous night's...activities.

"Hey," he said, clearing his throat. "I know this might be kinda gross but d'ya care if I take this damned eyepatch off?" he asked. "It's kind of uncomfortable to wear all the time, especially sleep in it."

While he knew it was his house and he could do what ever he wanted, he still wanted to be somewhat polite. Besides, the scar where his eye used to be wasn't the prettiest sight, and he didn't want to put her off really.

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When she agreed to let him take the eyepatch off, he turned away a little and lifted it from his eye. The elastic straps that wrapped around his head stretched as he pulled the offending item off, getting up to put it in his room. Normally he'd just put it on the table but he didn't want to offend the girl.

Returning, he wasn't sure whether to pull his hair back or let it fall forward or just do nothing with it at all. Deciding on the latter he just sat back down and started to eat again like nothing had happened.

The scar wasn't really that bad but it always seemed to freak people out. It just looked a bit pinched and was faded red like all scars did, but apparently since he was missing an eye it was disgusting or unnatural or something. Kieran didn't really mind it, he wasn't offended - it was just annoying to hear day in and day out.

Sighing eventually, however, he set down his fork and looked up at the girl. "This is a horrible as shit question, but I can't remember your name at all. Who are you?"

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