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checkingout2015-05-29 12:30 am
triplett) wrote in checkingout2015-05-29 12:30 am
Breakfast is the most important meal in the day [Closed]
Who: Trip and Cash
When: Morning of May 29
Where: Her room
What: Breakfast and then...?
Warnings: Possible mention of past trauma(s)
Exhaustion set in and Trip had passed out in his room until light filtered in the room. Fifteen minutes of sleep for almost a week was no joke. He slept over twelve hours from the looks of his watch. It had become routine to check the tablet frequently. A hand roughly rubbed at his face as if to rid what sleep lingered before focusing on the device.
Nothing. There wasn't one dream to start the new day. Hmm. Trip wasn't sure what to make of that. The last time something stopped had meant something else started. He immediately wondered if it was the food again. After a set of crunches and pushups, he washed up and headed down to the dining room. Either it was too late in the day or too early for most because no familiar faces were inside.
It had been some days that he saw any sign of his neighbor and decided he'd see if she had breakfast yet. Trip tried to check on the people he considered friends on a regular basis. He would look for Gamora and Una in between time with Skye and the rest of SHIELD. It was too soon to consider anything a routine but he had a mental checklist to keep him occupied at the hotel.
He managed to find something of a breakfast tray and loaded up with an assortment of protein (eggs, bacon, sausage links), starches (hash and toast), finishing off with glasses of orange juice, milk and coffee. It was almost another workout bringing the load upstairs. Very carefully, he propped the tray at her door jamb and gave a knock before announcing himself.
"Hey, Girl. It's Trip. You up? I've got breakfast."
When: Morning of May 29
Where: Her room
What: Breakfast and then...?
Warnings: Possible mention of past trauma(s)
Exhaustion set in and Trip had passed out in his room until light filtered in the room. Fifteen minutes of sleep for almost a week was no joke. He slept over twelve hours from the looks of his watch. It had become routine to check the tablet frequently. A hand roughly rubbed at his face as if to rid what sleep lingered before focusing on the device.
Nothing. There wasn't one dream to start the new day. Hmm. Trip wasn't sure what to make of that. The last time something stopped had meant something else started. He immediately wondered if it was the food again. After a set of crunches and pushups, he washed up and headed down to the dining room. Either it was too late in the day or too early for most because no familiar faces were inside.
It had been some days that he saw any sign of his neighbor and decided he'd see if she had breakfast yet. Trip tried to check on the people he considered friends on a regular basis. He would look for Gamora and Una in between time with Skye and the rest of SHIELD. It was too soon to consider anything a routine but he had a mental checklist to keep him occupied at the hotel.
He managed to find something of a breakfast tray and loaded up with an assortment of protein (eggs, bacon, sausage links), starches (hash and toast), finishing off with glasses of orange juice, milk and coffee. It was almost another workout bringing the load upstairs. Very carefully, he propped the tray at her door jamb and gave a knock before announcing himself.
"Hey, Girl. It's Trip. You up? I've got breakfast."