There's Got to Be a Morning After Jun 17, 2020 1:22:22 GMT
Post by Jedah Legend on Jun 17, 2020 1:22:22 GMT
There was something magical in a continental breakfast, Jedah mused, taking another sip of coffee before spreading a generous portion of jam over a thick slab of buttered toast. He'd awoken rather early, despite the productive night he'd had - probably a byproduct of when he'd worked odd jobs in his youth - and without disturbing his hotel-mate had gotten himself dressed in the button-down shirt and slacks he'd worn the night before and headed downstairs to see what could be done about the rumbling in his stomach.
This early, there weren't that many people out and about, but Brutus still kept a watchful eye while strutting the grounds beside his owner, wary for any sign of attack. Nothing particularly wild was going on, as expected, and the only "credible" threats were tired-looking businessmen and sleepy travelers, one of which was currently dozing off with a spoon in their mouth.
While the Birch City hotel he'd wound up in last night was small, it was still decent for a stretched budget and was certainly a much better option than some of the sleazier motels that had lined the streets. With his recent paycheck from the payroll office in the city, he hadn't felt very bad about the money spent here, so his conscience was relatively guilt-free as he ate, mulling over his mental to-do list and checking the time so that it didn't get too late. Much as he wouldn't mind a late check-out, it was probably bad manners to let his roommate sleep in too late, especially if they had things to do, too.
Jedah drained the last dregs of his coffee, taking it and his plate to deposit in the marked bin for dishes and passing by a growing crowd of people huddled around a television. He considered a tray of pastries for a moment and went ahead and selected one that was neither too sweet, nor too bland, folding it over in a napkin to take back to his room. Coffee could always be made, he figured, with the coffeepot and the little mini-kitchen in the room.
Nudging the door open, he stepped in, letting it fall shut behind him and moving over to the figure curled up on the other side of the bed. The pastry was set on the nightstand and Jedah settled himself in a way he wouldn't outright crush anything, then leaned over and gently patted the lump of covers on what he assumed was the side. Brutus did a little walk-strut over to the window and parted the blinds with his beak before shoving his whole face through, peering through the glass and looking from side to side with short, jerking motions.
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