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1. I don't even have his number. I have his pants tho

2. My stomach is making the worst sounds, probably because there is nothing but semen in it.

3. Well at least he is okay. If you call the fetal position in my living room floor "okay"...

4. [ text her ]

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Sorry?

Do you want breakfast to add to that?

Breakfast would probably be a good idea

I can whip up a whole platter in just a few minutes.

I'm already in the kitchen, so if you want to come down, any time is fine.

[As he finished the text, he put his phone down and pattered to the refrigerator to start getting stuff out and cook. He was naked, but the heat from cooking wouldn't harm his bulletproof skin, so he was not bothered.

He hummed as he started to cook breakfast for two.]

[ Emori's still kind of sleepy, really, and not feeling all that great but the promise of breakfast and probably some sort of juice seems promising for helping out with that issue.

She's wearing a large t-shirt with just panties underneath. ]

Morning.

Morning. [Conner nodded, eyes sliding across her for a moment, admiringly, even as he cooked. ]

How's your stomach?

[He is rapidly cooking bacon, eggs, and pancakes.]

[ Emori pats her stomach and her easy smile spreads over her lips as she moves to peer at his cooking. ]

It'll be better after that stuff is in it.

[Conner grins, and nods to her, turning as he works the various pans.]

There is juice as well, in the fridge, if you want some? Or whiskey in the cabinet?

[He checks things and grabs some plates. Food is almost ready! He pulls up a glass for himself and one for her. If she doesn't want juice of whiskey, there is always water.]
Almost done!

[ Emori contemplates the options and then makes a move for the fridge to grab out some orange juice to go with the breakfast, pouring juice into one of the glasses. ]

You going with juice or whiskey?

Juice. I just want to enjoy the drink and your company. [He smiled to her, watching her, as he worked to drop food on plates. When he was done, he carried the plates to the table. There was a lot of food.]

Hope you're ready to eat.

[ She snorted, pouring juice for him as well and letting him take care of the food as she put away the juice and then took the glasses to set them down at the table as well before dropping down into one of the chairs unceremoniously, drawing one of her legs be up onto the chair. ]

Starving! You're pretty talented in the kitchen, huh

Well, maybe not great. [He chuckled as he watched her, settling to a chair opposite her and nodding] But I've had to learn some skills or else go hungry.

I hope you like it.

Good enough. [ Emori shrugged and took a bite out of the food which was as she said, good enough. ]

It's food.

True that.

And energy is good.

[He was not subtle about checking her out, even while eating. while trying not to do it all the time. She was sexy as hell. And there was that thing she could do with her mouth that made her even more so.]

Pizza for lunch?

[ Emori's oblivious when she's focused on food, washing it down with juice and she eats probably a bit too fast -- a habit she never really has kicked. ]

Already thinking about lunch?