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All your coffee are belong to Gabe!

Location: The Cravat
Time: N/A. (Though for all intents and purposes it is morning.)


This morning, as with many mornings, Gabe's first thought was one word. This one word was 'coffee.' He carefully extricated himself from his and Jeannot's bed, making sure not to wake his love as he did. He left the room quietly and went down the stairs, looking for any new room, hopefully one containing a coffee-maker and some grounds. As luck ((or possibly the BC's inherent MKCSR powers)) would have it, the first room he decided to explore was the kitchen, the coffee-maker on the counter like a gift from G-d. He only had to look through two cupboards before finding the coffee grounds and cups, and he set about making it, humming Chelsea Hotel #2 very loudly to himself. Once done, he sat upon the counter, impatiently watching it percolate.

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kissingmyelbow
Feb. 4th, 2007 12:50 am (UTC)
"Ignorance, I suppose," Gabe replied, softly. "I've found that's the reason for most prejudice." He moved a little closer to Jeannot, not really wanting to think of such things. "Let's not talk of hate, though. It's depressing."
mouette_mots
Feb. 4th, 2007 12:56 am (UTC)
Jeannot nodded and wrapped one arm around Gabe's waist, holding him close. "I don't mean to upset you, aimé," he told his love, and smiled up at him. "Do you suppose that Watson and M. Holmes have finished talking?" he asked, and then laughed, remembering the silence from behind the kitchen door. "Or whatever it was they were doing, anyway," he murmured with a grin.
kissingmyelbow
Feb. 4th, 2007 01:09 am (UTC)
((I think it's cute how Jeannot feels the need to 'M.' Holmes but not Watson.))

Gabe smiled. "Probably not," he said. "Though if we left them uninterrupted they probably wouldn't be done until tomorrow, so it may be best if we disturbed them."
mouette_mots
Feb. 4th, 2007 01:13 am (UTC)
((Because, you see, Watson has given him permission to drop the M. le Dr., and Holmes hasn't yet. Also, Holmes is scarier than Watson.))

Jeannot laughed. "I want breakfast, anyway," he said decisively, and rose, holding out a hand to Gabe and smiling at him. "Let's go, aimé."
kissingmyelbow
Feb. 4th, 2007 01:24 am (UTC)
((Hah, true. Gabe is a fearless bastard, though, and was immediately on a last-name, honorificsless basis with the both of them.))

Gabe took Jeannot's hand as he stood. "To the kitchen, then," he said, and led Jeannot down the hall back to the kitchen door. In a fit of politeness, he decided to knock.
mouette_mots
Feb. 4th, 2007 01:27 am (UTC)
((New post? This one has gotten rather long. I'll make it, if you like.))

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