Title:           Breakfast 12 - Rice Krispies
Author:          BreakfastAnon
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First Edit:      Sunday 21st of December 2014 02:38:05 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 21st of December 2014 02:53:12 PM CDT

>You are running out.
>You can't find anything at the market.
>You'll be forced to have solids for breakfast.
>And then...
>No, you'll figure something out... right?
>You've just finished your first bowl of Rice Krispies.
>They're... okay, not amazing, not bad.
>Time for another bowl.
>You pick up the box and tilt it to pour.
>All of the sudden, the bowl, and part of the table, is covered in cereal.
>You spilled the entire box's contents on the table.
>Most of it went in the bowl, but the rest...
>Some of it actually made its way into your lap.
>You can already feel your moth-mate mocking you.
>Don't say anything...
>Please, don't say anything...
>"Wow, Anon, you've been a whirlwind of sucking at things lately, haven't you?"
>Fantastic.
>Oh, and you hit your head walking up some stairs yesterday.
>And you broke a lamp while reading the newspaper.
>And... many other various things.
>It's been pretty bad.
>Fortunately, you still have a way to fix this.
>You get up from your chair and head to the cabinets. Inside, you find a bowl big enough for the amount in the current bowl.
>You get it, sit back down and pour the old bowl into the new bowl.
>See? You can still make good of a bad situation.
>That didn't clean up what was spilled outside of the bowl, but still.
>You'll... get it later.
>You eat the cereal uneventfully and pass the bowl with very little milk in it for your moth-mate.
>You glance over to her.
>She's looking directly into your eyes.
>You can't look away.
>Does she trust you this little?
>She has to keep looking at you to make sure you don't do anything.
>She actually trusts you this little.
>...
>Trust...
>That stupid Waffle Incident.
>The two of you have made too much negative progress since then. All was well, then it happened.
>You want to get passed it. Not just for your sake but for both of you.
 
"H-hey..."
>You'll have to congratulate yourself on this amazing start later.
>By bashing your face into a wall.
>You soldier on anyway.
"I know we used to be a lot closer than this. We were actually growing together, then that..." You search for a good adjective. "... stupid..." You didn't find any. "Waffle... thing."
>You start rethinking this attempt.
>Obviously, you should have thought of this more before trying it.
>But you'll stick to your guns.
"I... I know it's pretty much my fault. If I'd bought more cereal and milk and... stuff, that wouldn't have happened at all. I just... I just want to say: I'm sorry."
>You wait patiently for her to react.
>A few seconds pass, still nothing.
>You're looking directly at her.
>Time to roll for Sense Motive.
>Because why not?
>No bonuses, because you have all of the wrong boosts.
>Flat d20.
>You roll...
>12.
>You notice she is rather calm, but she seems to be hiding something. You have no clue what, but she is most certainly hiding something.
>It's probably related to the Waffle Incident.
>If she wants to tell you ever, she will.
>Hopefully.
>She sighs, puts down the bowl and looks away.
>"Anon..."
>You wait on baited breath.
>"It's okay."
>...
>It's okay.
>Is she... forgiving you?
>Her gaze slowly meets its way to your eyes.
>It's... soft, understanding, even.
>Her eyes...
>You've seen them so many times before, but never have they seemed so... beautiful.
>"Anon?"
>You swear you aren't going to cry.
>You swear that wasn't a lie.
"Yes?"
>She wraps you in a tight hug.
>She's warm and comforting.
>"... Thank you."
>You don't know exactly why she's thanking you, but you know she has to have a good reason.
>You put your arms around her, returning the hug.
>It was a day of great recovery.