Odin's Apartment

[Odin]

::Odin returned thirty minutes later, with a box of Joe, a dozen donuts, and a clearer head. He wouldn't return to sleep today, as he was firmly awake, and he'd do what he could to avoid another such nightmare. He quietly entered the kitchen, removed his shoes, and set the breakfast items on the counter. If Stacy was asleep, he didn't wish to wake her a second time.::

[miranda]

Stacy had fallen into a light sleep since Odin had been gone, the empty apartment granting her clearer emotions and thus enabling her to get some undisturbed rest.

[Odin]

::As Stacy didn't come out to greet him, Odin assumed she was asleep, which was all the better; one of them deserved a full night's rest. He poured himself a cup of coffee, took a donut, and settled at the table to think in a clinically reserved way; no connected emotions, pure analysis.::

[miranda]

Stacy was able to get a few more hours sleep, that allowed her to catch up on what she needed. When she finally woke, she looked around slowly, a little bemused as to what had happened since she couldn't recall falling asleep. Rubbing her eyes, she got out of bed, making her way out of her room to find Odin.

[Odin]

::The donuts were still on the counter, as was the box of Joe. Odin had eaten his breakfast, and it was a decent hour to be awake. He'd returned to his bedroom and sat at his desk with a pile of papers to read; his door was open, as he wasn't doing anything private.::

[miranda]

Passing Odin's door, Stacy peered in when she noticed him sat inside. "Hey," she murmured tiredly, sleep not entirely out of her system yet.

[Odin]

::Odin turned his head upon hearing Stacy's voice; she sounded a bit tired, but must have slept this entire time.:: "Morning."

[miranda]

"I'm guessing my coffee's cold now," she said, wrinkling her nose slightly in annoyance to the fact that she had fallen back to sleep and missed breakfast.

[Odin]

::The coffee was very likely cold, and Odin nodded.:: "We can put it in the microwave or make a fresh pot. Your choice."

[miranda]

"It's alright, I'll go for some juice. Easier," she said as she began to backtrack and head on her way to the kitchen.

[Odin]

::Odin took a small stack of the papers from his desk and went to follow her into the kitchen. He was adept at pretending events had never happened, and for now, was content to do that with this morning.:: "Were you able to sleep well enough?"

[miranda]

"Yeah, fine," she replied, not going into much detail about it. She opened the fridge and groped inside for the orange juice, then heading over to the counter and setting the carton down.

[Odin]

"Good," ::Odin was genuine in that; she needed the sleep. He settled down at the table, put the papers in front of him.::

[miranda]

After pouring herself a glass and helping herself to a doughnut out of the packet, she went to sit down next to him at the table, as ever unabashed that she was wandering around in her short nightwear. She was comfortable with herself, and he was probably used to it by now.

[Odin]

::Odin was used to her manner of dress, to the point that barely noticed it any longer. It was simply part of living with Stacy. He looked over at her, while paying half-attention to the papers.:: "What do you plan to do today?"