OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve has had a busy day--busier than he anticipated, in fact, and he'd rather go back to base fresh than worn out.

And he has the key Orpheus gave him.

So it's one supersoldier, one sleepy shower and a solid eight hours later, who's asleep in Orpheus's bed.



[ooc: Adult content warning.]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins as he sets the trays down. "It was this or shit on a shingle, and I'm sick of that already."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus opens his mouth to ask, then shuts it again, shaking his head.

"No, I don't want to know."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's basically this, but with toast instead of biscuits, and usually served with a slice of cantaloupe."

He sits on the bed and uncovers the trays, like it's a picnic.

"I got us sliced peaches, instead."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moves to find himself a pair of pants to pull on. (There are places he really does not want to get gravy.)

"Peaches are definitely good," Orpheus says, moving to join Steve on the bed.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve unscrews the top and bottom of the carafe to make plastic cups, and pours them both coffee.

"I skipped the hash browns, though. Seemed too greasy for a day like today."

[golden_lyre]

"I think I can live without hash browns."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tucks his cup against his foot and picks up his plate and fork. "Me too.

"Well. Dig in."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sits back with his plate, setting his coffee on the nightstand.

"Not a bad choice," he says as he starts in.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Thanks. I'm not sure about your feelings toward pancakes so this was the next most American thing I could think of."

[golden_lyre]

"I haven't made my mind up on pancakes yet," Orpheus says.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You really should. Especially with blueberries."

[golden_lyre]

"It's been a while since I've had them. I can't remember if there were blueberries."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Breakfast tomorrow," Steve says cheerfully.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs. "All right, then."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and sips his coffee.

"You get to choose dinner tonight."

He wiggles his toes.

[golden_lyre]

"I always choose dinner," Orpheus points out, nudging Steve's leg with his foot.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"That's because you're good at it."

[golden_lyre]

"I'm glad you think so."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You haven't steered me wrong yet."

[golden_lyre]

"That's because I have excellent taste."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"And if your excellent taste ever fails, I'll stop asking you to choose dinner.

"My only request is if it's ever Friday here? Fish."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus cocks his head. "Catholic, yes?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Exactly. That's why I wanted to light a candle in Notre Dame."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shrugs. "Lots of people do that. Even if they're not Catholic."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Really? Huh."

He eats some peaches as thoughtfully as one can eat peaches.