[He wipes crumbs off the knife and dips it in jam, pausing slightly in the middle of spreading it to flick Ed a look that is surprise and curiosity and pleasure folded into one.]
Oh? I wasn't aware you were looking so closely. [He feels a pang of self-consciousness over his nail-biting and chuckles.] But colour me flattered. More so when I've always thought of yours as graceful and well-wrought - truly the envy of any pianist.
[He hands Ed's toast on a napkin, sucking the sweetness off his fingertips unthinkingly. He halves his egg next, moaning through his nose as he relishes every bite of soft yolk and softer whites and chases it all with a sip of hot tea. Perfect.]
As for plans... besides freshening up, I can't say I've commit to anything in particular. Considering I found myself waking up every half hour or so until about, I don't know, six in the morning? I feel like my skull has made contact with the front bumper of a truck. [Smiling tightly.] Several times.
[He crunches into a piece of buttered toast.]
So I could go back to sleep. Or... we could do something else. I'm open to suggestion, as long as I'm not required to move or to think very hard.
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Date: 2019-12-15 08:23 am (UTC)Oh? I wasn't aware you were looking so closely. [He feels a pang of self-consciousness over his nail-biting and chuckles.] But colour me flattered. More so when I've always thought of yours as graceful and well-wrought - truly the envy of any pianist.
[He hands Ed's toast on a napkin, sucking the sweetness off his fingertips unthinkingly. He halves his egg next, moaning through his nose as he relishes every bite of soft yolk and softer whites and chases it all with a sip of hot tea. Perfect.]
As for plans... besides freshening up, I can't say I've commit to anything in particular. Considering I found myself waking up every half hour or so until about, I don't know, six in the morning? I feel like my skull has made contact with the front bumper of a truck. [Smiling tightly.] Several times.
[He crunches into a piece of buttered toast.]
So I could go back to sleep. Or... we could do something else. I'm open to suggestion, as long as I'm not required to move or to think very hard.