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It wasn't everyday that Alto Clef had a pleasant morning. They were... neutral, more often than not. He would get up, get dressed, paint his ukulele to match his shirt, go to work and have crackers or something from the vending machine for breakfast.
That day he woke up to the sound of sizzling coming from his kitchen. He was alarmed; but as his mind caught up, he relaxed. There was a pleasant aroma in the air and Kondraki had stayed over. He was probably making breakfast.
With that thought, Clef jumped out of bed and skipped to the kitchen. For a moment, he stood at the door to admire his partner working in the kitchen who had his back to him. It didn't take long for Kondraki to glance over in his direction and lock eyes with him.
They both stood still and just... stared at each other for over a minute, as if it was a challenge to see who would break first and say something. Clef felt his grin getting wider, so he gestured at the still burning stove and the diced potatoes cooking in the pan with his eyes. Kondraki blinked, then grabbed the wooden spoon in a hurry and stirred them. Despite his efforts, some had already stuck to the bottom.
"Shit."
Clef snorted. "Good morning to you too, my dear. What're you up to?"
"Oh, you know, weaving a basket?" He tried scraping off the pan. He gave up quickly and turned to check the microwave instead.
"Wow, nice to see you trying out new hobbies." Clef snickered. "So what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Nothing, I just felt like making breakfast." His partner pulled out a pair of waffles from the microwave and put them in the toaster. He then opened the fridge door. "Where did you put the butter?"
"It should be in one of the drawers, I think."
"The vegetable drawers?" Kondraki said, judgingly, as he reached inside and pulled out the butter. He stilled.
"Alto?"
"Hm?"
Kondraki turned to him with the butter in his hands.
"Why is there a bite mark on this?"
Clef tensed. "What? Is it illegal to eat butter now?"
"No but- not like this!"
They had another staring match. Clef decided the best defense was a great offense.
"Who are you to tell me how to eat stuff? You come into my house, use my kitchen, judge my food placement and try to teach me how to eat? Shame on you, Konny, shame on you. The least you could do to apologize would be to make me breakfast while I dress up."
As Clef walked out the door, he heard Kon scoff and mutter "drama queen" under his breath. He smiled at the fondness in his voice.
When he walked back in after putting on one of his eyesore shirts, he noticed a few changes to the room. There was egg in the pan with the potatoes, the waffles were out of the toaster and on a plate, and most importantly, the butter was laying on the countertop with a matching bite mark on the other side.
The last one made him raise an eyebrow at his lover, who was standing a few feet away from the counter and staring at the butter with a hard to read expression. His suspicions were confirmed when Kondraki relaxed his jaw and chewed, his frown deepening as he did so.
"Hard to resist, eh, Konny?"
The look of disgust only grew more intense. He waited for his partner to find his words, stirring the potatoes in the meantime.
"Why."
He turned to look at Kon as he replied.
"Why not?"
"This is sensory hell."
"Yup."
"Why would you subject yourself to this?"
"You just did."
"Only because you did it first."
Yet another staring match. Clef gave in, this time.
"I thought it was cheese." He confessed, defeated.
"You would bite into a block of cheese?"
"You just bit into a block of butter, Konny, fully knowing what it was. I don't think you're in a position to judge right now."
"True. Will one waffle be enough or should we prepare two more?" Kondraki gestured to the waffles on the counter.
"Oh, I had assumed they were both for me." Clef smirked at his other's glare.
They put two extra waffles in the toaster, poured the scrambled potato eggs onto a plate in the middle, and sat down to eat. Clef passed his partner the maple syrup.
They both hoped it would be enough to get the taste of butter out.