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It was too early, way to early for them to be up, Morris wasn’t even sure yet why they were up, he knew they had to do something but his brain wasn’t awake enough to register why.
The sky was still dark, the loud streets of New York City still quiet, or as quiet as they can get, Morris was running on autopilot, opening the jar of coffee grounds and grabbing a scoop to add to the machine, years of working at the coffee shop meant he could brew a coffee with his eyes closed, and he needed at least a cup to start functioning as something similar to a human being.
Morris started the machine, the sound echoing in the empty kitchen causing a muffled groan from Oscar, who currently clung onto him like some koala, face buried on Morris’s collarbone. If Morris was barely awake, Oscar probably didn’t even register he was up, he had gotten up and jumped on Morris’s back without a second thought, Morris didn’t even budge, he was used to Oscar being clingy, especially this early were they probably couldn’t form a single thought between them.
“‘s t’o early…” Oscar slurred, sleep evident in his voice, they both still looked like they rolled out of bed, which admittedly they did, their hairs were a mess, Oscar’s glasses were nowhere to be found, probably at his desk, and they were both still in the clothes they slept on, which for Morris was only a pair of sweatpants, and Oscar a pair of loose shorts and a shirt he had definitely stolen from Morris at some point.
Morris made a noise of agreement and gently patted Oscar’s arm that was wrapped around his shoulder; before reaching into hid pocket to grab his phone. He let his eyes focused on the device, squinting slightly as he adjusted to the light, he open the app that was attached to the glucose monitor on Oscar’s arm, checking his blood sugar levels. They were good, a little lower than usual but nothing that couldn’t be fixed with some juice.
“Need to drink something Oz…” Morris mumbled, shoving his phone back onto his pocket and turning to look back at the coffee machine, waiting for the heavenly drink to finally be done. Oscar made a noise that could have been an agreement or protest, it was muffled and barely audible if he wasn’t quite literally clinging onto him.
Another minute went by before the machine finally beeped, signaling the coffee was finally done. Morris reached up to open the cabinet door, taking out a white cup that had ‘#1 Dad’ written on it, Oscar had gotten it for him as a joke on father’s day, and despite how much Morris hates being mistaken for a father, especially Oscar’s (he was 21 for crying out loud, he does not look old enough to be the father of a 19 year old) , he wouldn’t denied it tugged at his heart strings a little, even though Oscar had a shit eating grin when he handed the gift to him, he was an absolute menace but Morris loves him.
Pouring himself a cup, Morris sighed at the warmth as he held onto the cup, closing his eyes and taking a nice, long sip while he leaned over slightly on the counter, still mindful of Oscar on his back.
It was still too early, but it wasn’t that bad.