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It was a pretty normal morning for the Rogues. They all got up, got dressed, and came out to Scythe finishing breakfast and sipping coffee.
“Morning,” She said, acknowledging their friend’s entrance.
“Hey Scythe. What’s for breakfast?” Asked Pyros. He was always the most coherent in the morning. He always joked that it was because he had his boyfriend, Hearth, to recharge him.
“I made pancakes” She responded, taking another sip of their coffee.
“Cool, thanks!” He said, grinning at her.
On the table were five cups of coffee, one for each Rogue. Scythe, who had their coffee in her hand, took their coffee black, nothing added. She normally got the worst sleep, so they all understood, especially Phase, who also took his coffee black, also getting some of the worst sleep. Even though Hearth got some of the best sleep, he still took his coffee black, as he didn’t like sweet things too early in the morning. Pyros liked cream in his coffee, and Siren and Bella drank decaf.
As they sat around the table, sitting in comfortable silence, sometimes joking over random things, planning their day and talking about upcoming tests and events, Scythe came to a realization. This is what the word domestic ment. If someone asked her for a definition of the word, they’d simply show them this scene and they’d understand. She sat back in her chair and enjoyed the moment.