Arthur & Terry | Morning Routines
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xp_logsTerry and Arthur have a typical morning discussion in the suite he shares with Kyle - right up until something slightly unusual happens. (backdated)
Terry eyed the rain coming down in sheets outside as she lifted her teacup to her lips. She had various papers, both local and international, spread out on the couch and the coffee table in front of her and she'd already set out all of Arthur's matcha accoutrement when she started the electric kettle for herself. He'd be inside for his yoga today, which she didn't mind. Made it easier to sort out if she was making breakfast for two or three, really.
Kyle had already gone off for his morning workout, though he'd be in the gym today, given the weather. Still, he'd come back in time for her to have made a good breakfast for however many of them there were going to be. She'd even packed a couple extra rashers of proper bacon in the freezer, so there was no question about how much protein Kyle would be getting this morning. Between the bacon and the eggs, not to mention the potatoes.
She hummed softly to herself as she contemplated the potatoes. She'd have some of those and beans on toast, which would be more than enough. Her stomach rumbled even as she finished up reading about political maneuvering in India. "Christ, what a bloody mess that is."
"It can't be all that bad," a highly cheerful voice responded from the adjoining room. Stating that Arthur was a morning person was like calling the sun warm — he was a morning person, a mid-afternoon beam of sunlight, a night owl who would be just as perky whatever the hour. He'd apparently wrapped up his morning meditation and sun salutation earlier than expected, and there was the sound of a click as the blonde emerged, radiant, to greet the now normal sight of Terry and her assorted breakfasting chaos.
Well, two blondes.
Another bundle of high velocity fur appeared in tow, just faster, to sit before Terry, very politely, to ask for pets and, maybe, a cookie or two for his own breakfast. What if, for puppies. This once.
Smiling despite herself, Terry folded her newspaper down neatly and leaned forward to give the dog a thorough scratch behind his ears. "Hello, sunshine," Terry cooed. Reaching behind her toward a pocket she'd sewn specifically into the inside of her jacket. "Y'want a treat, love? I know y'do," she said, pulling a treat out and offering it to the lovely lad.
Arthur, meanwhile, had been going through the motions of setting out his matcha. Whisk in one hand, he idled while combining ingredients while completing his daily Wordle with the other. This was unfortunately a short task. He set the screen down, his score of one-word guesses usually high.
"And a good morning to you too," he chimed, stirring the contents of his morning caffeine. "I see you are already solving the world's problems. Good on you."
"An' yourself as well," Terry said, still smiling as the dog carefully took the treat from her hand, then laid down to eat it with abandon. "If only I could solve all the world's troubles over tea and newspapers," she half-laughed. "But that's an impossibility. I'm just more invested in certain parts of the world than others. An' the tension between Pakistan an' India threatens two o'my friends from uni, so I've been keepin' an eye on it. It's the usual sorts of drama, unfortunately. But t'unsubtlely change the topic of conversation, how was yoga this mornin', given the rain?"
This earned a deep, meaningful pause. "That's certainly a lot. Not the questions, mind you," and Arthur helped ticked off, "Yoga was centering, the rain is the promise of the old being washed away, but..." He waved at nothing, and everything. "Do you ever feel like you aren't doing enough? Like the universe is trying to blow you like a leaf in the wind, but you're stuck?"
"Sometimes, aye," Terry nodded. She was a little too tired to try to properly posh up her accent. At least she wasn't slipping into Gaelic. "I try and keep busy durin' those times, but it's especially difficult when things are happenin' outside my control an' I'd like t'help but either I can't because o'location or lack o'resources. I've not felt that way here -- at least not often. Y'think the universe is tryin' t'tell y'somethin'?"
"I..." The look that crossed Arthur's face was a mix of not being able to put his finger on the exact words he needed mixed with something much deeper, "The universe and I have an understanding. I buy it flowers, keep my focus right, and try to help people. It doesn't cause problems in showing its affection back. But if I go too big or want something too much..." He sat his mug down and cupped his hands together to make the universal gesture for an explosion. "No bueno."
He sighed. "But I'm tired of fighting. I feel small."
Terry sat her paper and her tea aside, standing up to walk toward Arthur. "I'm gonna give y'a hug, love, an' it might not fix anythin', but I hope it helps a bit. I know what it's like t'be tired o'fightin'. Have y'tried disconnectin'?" She asked the last as she wrapped her arms around Arthur's waist and gave him a tight squeeze. "I know luck powers can be tricky, but maybe bein' around so many people's makin' it more difficult than it needs t'be? At least for now? When's the last time y'had a vacation?"
This, plus the hug, got a chuckle and the return of his every present smile. "There's too much work to do for that. Are you suggesting I go find a deserted island and just chill?"
Disentangling from the hug, Arthur's hand briefly grazed one of Terry's bracelets and, just for a second, his left eye sparkled with a 'blink and you'll miss it' flare. "Huh," he mused, "You left that shirt you're looking for behind your cedar chest. Don't worry about it. Anyway..."
Arthur, shrugging that statement off, reclaimed his cup. "I can't imagine a world where I didn't have all of you lot to lean on."
Terry blinked for a moment, distracted from pursuing the vacation suggestion. "The shirt I've -- oh." She had been looking for one of Kyle's shirts that she'd borrowed. Perhaps Arthur had overheard when she'd mentioned to Kyle she still couldn't find it. "Thank you. I'll be sure t'check there. And I'm very glad we don't have t'worry about that sort of world."
"Same," and there was relief in his tone, "I'll consider the vacation part. Maybe. When there's time." He broke eye contact then with the obvious lie, and directed his attention toward Felix. "Speaking of time, buddy, I owe you a little outside."
The pup gave an affirmative yip and was quickly up and at the door, ready.
Arthur wasn't as quick. "Terry, thank you as always for being such a great listener. I will think on what you said. Promise."
"You're certainly welcome," Terry said, offering Arthur a smile. "Hopefully the rain will've stopped by the time you and Felix get out o'the mansion. It's been a pleasure t'speak with y'this morning. Have fun out there!"
Terry eyed the rain coming down in sheets outside as she lifted her teacup to her lips. She had various papers, both local and international, spread out on the couch and the coffee table in front of her and she'd already set out all of Arthur's matcha accoutrement when she started the electric kettle for herself. He'd be inside for his yoga today, which she didn't mind. Made it easier to sort out if she was making breakfast for two or three, really.
Kyle had already gone off for his morning workout, though he'd be in the gym today, given the weather. Still, he'd come back in time for her to have made a good breakfast for however many of them there were going to be. She'd even packed a couple extra rashers of proper bacon in the freezer, so there was no question about how much protein Kyle would be getting this morning. Between the bacon and the eggs, not to mention the potatoes.
She hummed softly to herself as she contemplated the potatoes. She'd have some of those and beans on toast, which would be more than enough. Her stomach rumbled even as she finished up reading about political maneuvering in India. "Christ, what a bloody mess that is."
"It can't be all that bad," a highly cheerful voice responded from the adjoining room. Stating that Arthur was a morning person was like calling the sun warm — he was a morning person, a mid-afternoon beam of sunlight, a night owl who would be just as perky whatever the hour. He'd apparently wrapped up his morning meditation and sun salutation earlier than expected, and there was the sound of a click as the blonde emerged, radiant, to greet the now normal sight of Terry and her assorted breakfasting chaos.
Well, two blondes.
Another bundle of high velocity fur appeared in tow, just faster, to sit before Terry, very politely, to ask for pets and, maybe, a cookie or two for his own breakfast. What if, for puppies. This once.
Smiling despite herself, Terry folded her newspaper down neatly and leaned forward to give the dog a thorough scratch behind his ears. "Hello, sunshine," Terry cooed. Reaching behind her toward a pocket she'd sewn specifically into the inside of her jacket. "Y'want a treat, love? I know y'do," she said, pulling a treat out and offering it to the lovely lad.
Arthur, meanwhile, had been going through the motions of setting out his matcha. Whisk in one hand, he idled while combining ingredients while completing his daily Wordle with the other. This was unfortunately a short task. He set the screen down, his score of one-word guesses usually high.
"And a good morning to you too," he chimed, stirring the contents of his morning caffeine. "I see you are already solving the world's problems. Good on you."
"An' yourself as well," Terry said, still smiling as the dog carefully took the treat from her hand, then laid down to eat it with abandon. "If only I could solve all the world's troubles over tea and newspapers," she half-laughed. "But that's an impossibility. I'm just more invested in certain parts of the world than others. An' the tension between Pakistan an' India threatens two o'my friends from uni, so I've been keepin' an eye on it. It's the usual sorts of drama, unfortunately. But t'unsubtlely change the topic of conversation, how was yoga this mornin', given the rain?"
This earned a deep, meaningful pause. "That's certainly a lot. Not the questions, mind you," and Arthur helped ticked off, "Yoga was centering, the rain is the promise of the old being washed away, but..." He waved at nothing, and everything. "Do you ever feel like you aren't doing enough? Like the universe is trying to blow you like a leaf in the wind, but you're stuck?"
"Sometimes, aye," Terry nodded. She was a little too tired to try to properly posh up her accent. At least she wasn't slipping into Gaelic. "I try and keep busy durin' those times, but it's especially difficult when things are happenin' outside my control an' I'd like t'help but either I can't because o'location or lack o'resources. I've not felt that way here -- at least not often. Y'think the universe is tryin' t'tell y'somethin'?"
"I..." The look that crossed Arthur's face was a mix of not being able to put his finger on the exact words he needed mixed with something much deeper, "The universe and I have an understanding. I buy it flowers, keep my focus right, and try to help people. It doesn't cause problems in showing its affection back. But if I go too big or want something too much..." He sat his mug down and cupped his hands together to make the universal gesture for an explosion. "No bueno."
He sighed. "But I'm tired of fighting. I feel small."
Terry sat her paper and her tea aside, standing up to walk toward Arthur. "I'm gonna give y'a hug, love, an' it might not fix anythin', but I hope it helps a bit. I know what it's like t'be tired o'fightin'. Have y'tried disconnectin'?" She asked the last as she wrapped her arms around Arthur's waist and gave him a tight squeeze. "I know luck powers can be tricky, but maybe bein' around so many people's makin' it more difficult than it needs t'be? At least for now? When's the last time y'had a vacation?"
This, plus the hug, got a chuckle and the return of his every present smile. "There's too much work to do for that. Are you suggesting I go find a deserted island and just chill?"
Disentangling from the hug, Arthur's hand briefly grazed one of Terry's bracelets and, just for a second, his left eye sparkled with a 'blink and you'll miss it' flare. "Huh," he mused, "You left that shirt you're looking for behind your cedar chest. Don't worry about it. Anyway..."
Arthur, shrugging that statement off, reclaimed his cup. "I can't imagine a world where I didn't have all of you lot to lean on."
Terry blinked for a moment, distracted from pursuing the vacation suggestion. "The shirt I've -- oh." She had been looking for one of Kyle's shirts that she'd borrowed. Perhaps Arthur had overheard when she'd mentioned to Kyle she still couldn't find it. "Thank you. I'll be sure t'check there. And I'm very glad we don't have t'worry about that sort of world."
"Same," and there was relief in his tone, "I'll consider the vacation part. Maybe. When there's time." He broke eye contact then with the obvious lie, and directed his attention toward Felix. "Speaking of time, buddy, I owe you a little outside."
The pup gave an affirmative yip and was quickly up and at the door, ready.
Arthur wasn't as quick. "Terry, thank you as always for being such a great listener. I will think on what you said. Promise."
"You're certainly welcome," Terry said, offering Arthur a smile. "Hopefully the rain will've stopped by the time you and Felix get out o'the mansion. It's been a pleasure t'speak with y'this morning. Have fun out there!"
