21.Apr.19, 02:09 AM
“Anything’s fine,” M’dox said, moving to join T’bia by the food and leaning into him, “I’m not awake enough yet to be picky.” Not that he was super picky when he was fully awake, either, but he generally had stronger preferences, at least. He gratefully took whatever it was T’bia handed him — ended up being fruit and a pastry — and started nibbling on it. “Thank you,” he said, playfully stealing T’bia’s mug of hot chocolate after he’d eaten a little bit and taking a sip from his boyfriend’s mug. It was warm and sweet and probably just even a little better because it was technically T’bia’s.
“So, uh, organizing,” he started, after they’d both seemed to have eaten enough for the moment, “where do we even start?” M’dox had no idea. He didn’t really do the whole ‘organizing’ thing very often. His idea of organizing was putting all the dirty clothes in a hamper or shoving everything into a box until he needed to find something in it and threw the entire contents of the box on the floor in search of one item. Actual, real organizing? M’dox just froze at the sheer momentous task ahead of him. Maybe T’bia was better at this whole thing and could give him a starting point?
“So, uh, organizing,” he started, after they’d both seemed to have eaten enough for the moment, “where do we even start?” M’dox had no idea. He didn’t really do the whole ‘organizing’ thing very often. His idea of organizing was putting all the dirty clothes in a hamper or shoving everything into a box until he needed to find something in it and threw the entire contents of the box on the floor in search of one item. Actual, real organizing? M’dox just froze at the sheer momentous task ahead of him. Maybe T’bia was better at this whole thing and could give him a starting point?