Not bothering to wait for Cyrus to wake up from his rest after heading into the city, a smaller but still familiar version of his brother slips into the cabin, up the ladder and into the bed next to the former angel.
Exhausted from my work in the city, I was sleeping soundly in the wide plush bed when a warm body crawled in along side me. In my weary, worn state, my subconscious registered only that the form was warm and the spirit familiar. That was enough.
With a deep drowsy exhale, I reached out and wrapped an arm around the being, snuggling sleepily up to it and resting my chin against the top of it’s head. A content sigh and my consciousness was already sinking again into the pleasant void of sleep.
My eyes came back up to him, blank with surprise. “No?” Stepping away from the ladder to give him room. “Then how?”
Scrambling down the ladder, he has to look up in order to actually see Cyrus’s face; the difference is a bit disorienting, finally just looking away after that. “As they are is enough.”
"As they…oh." I blinked, then nodded. He wanted them…raw. The idea made my stomach turn. Not because of any sanitary reasons, just thought thought of the slimy texture- bleh.
"Okay, uh.." Going to the fridge, I opened it to pull out the carton of eggs and just stared at it for a second before looking back to Az uncertainly. "You want them in the shells? Or…I could get a bowl.."
“In the shells please?” He’s already looking forward to it, the anticipation clear in his voice as he tries to smile up at his brother, doesn’t quite manage the expression.
I blinked again, but nodded quickly. “Sure! Uh….here!” Looking down at the carton in my hand then turning suddenly to offer it to him.