Morning Rountine (for bladeinthecrowd

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First in the very early part of the morning Ivy surely would have been heard. Ivy didn't sleep very well as a rule. She also didn't like it to be mentioned by anyone. There were rare instances in which she slept well and last night was not that night. Soon following would have been the sounds of Ivy in the bathroom showering. The pipes would have made a gentle gurgling no matter what happened. This was just very normal.

Finally Ivy would be found in her kitchen. She had put on the coffee mostly for her own sake. She was in no mood to not have it around. But she was going to attempt to have things out to eat. She thought it would help with her feeling so tired. That and she still wasn't sure what Altair was actually eating. So she was planning to rinse off some fruit to push his way. And maybe fix some oat meal. She figured it was the least she could do after how long last night had been. She also suspects that due to how Altair is he may not have slept well either. The walls need to be thicker or something Ivy decides blandly.

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Ivy pauses in her flailing movements. Then coughs just a little bit.

"It's not important really. He was just teasing me. Apparently he thinks he knows everything," Ivy says blandly. She's at least not blushing now. "He's like an annoying older brother really."

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Altaïr reacts only slightly; his head raises slightly and then returns to its normal direction a moment later. He sees no point in pursuing further despite his own wants.

"Fine."

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Ivy wasn't surprised at all by this. Altair had never really pushed her for information except for when she had been hurt.

"Are you hungry? I was making breakfast," Ivy offers suddenly. It was just a quick subject change. "There's coffee?"

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Altaïr glanced at the various things going on in the kitchen. "Food would be nice. And... what's coffee again?" he asks with a slight frown.

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Ivy goes to start fetching him food. A bowl of some of the fresh fruit and a bowl of still pretty warm oat meal.

Ivy pauses then reminds herself he might not be aware of what coffee is. At least not the kind of coffee Ivy drinks. "It's a drink brewed from ground beans. It's tasty."

No Ivy isn't crazy. Altair would be familiar with a different form of coffee. Not drip coffee.

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Altaïr tilts his head to the side at the concept of coffee. It sounded vaguely familiar at least. He shrugged. "No thanks. Juice?" he asks instead.

Before she can bother, he heads for the table where she sets the food down. He sits in a highly tense perch upon a chair and eyes the various food. He sniffs at the oatmeal. He grabs a piece of food with one hand while his other fishes for a spoon to eat the mushy meal with.

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Ivy has to go right into her refrigerator to find him some juice. It doesn't help she has to find him a clean glass as well. It's a good thing Ivy keeps things organized in her kitchen. She carries over her own mug of coffee an leaves him with his glass of juice and his food as she sits with her own meal.

Finally one of the dogs wanders in. Ivy scowls just a little when Cedric puts his head on her knees. "Cedric. Down."

And he wont listen. He wants food. "I already fed you, boy."

Her food even if it's yucky fruit.

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Altaïr bites into the crisp fruit and munches on it while he swirls the spoon idly in the bowl of mush. After the fruit has gone down he starts to chase it with a spoonful of oatmeal when he pauses to glare at the dog. He lowers the spoon and lifts his head in a more appropriate glaring position.

After a moment he shifts his leg to nudge the dog with his foot. "Move," he commands the dog. And with a small whine, more annoyance than "hurt," Cedric removes his head from Ivy's lap. But doesn't particularly go anywhere.

Altaïr goes back to his food.

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Ivy tilted her head but said nothing. She went back to eating without a word to Altair. It didn't bother her that he had ordered fuzz head around.

The phone rings again and Ivy sighs deeply. She gets up to answer the phone. "Who is it?"

Ivy laughs then shakes her head. "All right. Thanks Joe. At least I won't be the only one of our group in that class. James told me he'll be taking it too. Bridgette is of course in another class though. You should talk to her."

There's a long pause and Ivy just snorts. "Why yes I am doing 'that thing'. Now don't you have better things to do, Joe?" Ivy's face brightens with an amused grin. "I thought so. Listen, I need to ask you about something. Just not right now. I don't have enough coffee in my system to word it just right. Thanks...bye."

Ivy shakes her head and hangs up the coffee. She does take the time to yawn and shake her head. Ivy is still very tired. She's just good at trying to cover it up.