(This chapter is really just fluff for the sake of fluff. I had another idea in mind, but…Well, an entire chapter with Shark and Sinbad referencing Deadpool didn’t feel right at this point. Maybe another time.)
Getting out of bed proved difficult that morning. Not because Shark was on top of Sinbad as he slept. Sinbad was used to that.
In fact, that may have been the contributor in a different way. He was simply too comfortable. He didn’t even mind being drooled on.
As much as he didn’t really want to, Sinbad slid out from under his sleeping fiance. He fell to the floor, crawling over to the dresser to grab some clean clothes.
The entire time he was doing this, Shark didn’t awaken once. Even as the audible slam of the dresser drawer could be heard, all he did was roll over onto his back, and resume dozing.
Getting to his feet, Sinbad quietly padded out towards the living room. The rest of the house was quiet, and still. Lolly couldn’t be heard snoring in her room, suggesting she didn’t come home last night. Dennis stayed the night at Blaise’s, so he wasn’t there, either.
For now, the place was as quiet as a funeral home. If Sinbad were to drop something small, it would most certainly have been heard. Looking outside, the waters had receded more overnight. Despite this, the weather still retained an atmosphere of gloom.
Now seemed like a good time to crawl back into bed. But he didn’t want to just yet. Instead, Sinbad dragged himself over to the kitchen area.
When he got to the fridge, Sinbad scanned the shelves for what he had to work with. There were the basics, like eggs and milk, but not a whole lot else. Reaching into the back, he pulled out a container of what he assumed was leftover taco meat.
Opening the container brought forth an unpleasant odor. Holding his breath, Sinbad took it over to the trash can and dumped the contents. If he couldn’t remember how long it was in the fridge, chances were it wasn’t any good at that point.
He ended up just choosing some ingredients for omelettes. Normally, he and Shark preferred them to be loaded with all kinds of good stuff. For now, he had to make do with just ham and cheese.
As he whisked the eggs into a yolky bright yellow concoction, Sinbad glanced over at the ring that sat on his finger. Then he turned his attention to the door opening behind him.
There were times when Shark made slightly questionable choices in his everyday wear. But then again, he was often half-asleep when he got dressed in the mornings.
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he tried not to trip on anything in the living room. The way he pulled down on his shirt showed he was aware of what exactly it was he’d forgotten.
Shark watched as Sinbad was pouring the eggs into the frying pan, then added the other ingredients. Part of him didn’t want to walk over to the couch and sit down to wait.
For other reasons really known only to him, Shark opted to flop onto the floor and look up at the ceiling. He inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of cooking eggs.
The hard part was always waiting. Shark remained on the floor, then rolled over onto his stomach. He switched his attention to Sinbad quietly frying up their nice little breakfast.
By the time Sinbad got everything ready, he turned to see Shark laying out on the floor like some kind of pantsless sloth. He couldn’t help but snort and roll his eyes.
Realizing Shark wasn’t likely wanting to get up now, Sinbad grabbed his plate and sat down next to him. He handed him one of the two forks he grabbed, then roughly cut their omelet in half.
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