Papyrus was in the living room watching TV, he had just woken to his new alarm (Bone shaped with his laugh as the alarm sound) and wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, so he resorted to television to keep himself awake until he had something to do.
As he was sitting he felt a familiar pang of hunger, and decided making a nice meal would get him up and going. He stood and made his way to the kitchen, deciding in his head what he would have. Recently, he's been craving a nice home-made bone sandwich, so he decided to go with that. He opened the fridge (warm edition) and to his dismay in place of delicious food and bones, lay a small white dog, supposedly chewing on the last bone in the fridge. "SANS WJAT THE HELL" he shouted, slamming the door shut and storming out of the room. He had to go ALL THE WAY to the store and ALL THE WAY back just to make a damn bone sandwich? Or to make a damn anything?!?!?! He'd asked sans go grocery shopping yesterday and that asshat excuse of a skeleton didn't for whatever dumb reason.
Papyrus was FUMING, he stormed out of the house, slamming the door, and made his way to the awesome shiny red car he drove. He hopped in and for a moment he sat at the wheel, not moving. He felt furious, and worst of all, hungry. He debated eating everyone in the town but that would be copyright infringement. Finally, pulling out of the driveway, he made his way to the store.
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During this, Miles had woken in his room and made breakfast. He and Phoenix had decided out of convenience and comfort, theyd sleep in their own rooms. Right now, the two were on a business trip in New York, and staying in a rental apartment. Because of there being two bedrooms (decided before they'd even gotten together) and both being kinda small, they decided on not sharing a room.
Miles mostly finished up breakfast (eggs and toast because he's a bitch) and debated going to the store or not. Him and Phoenix had their weekly movie night last night, and they had pretty much raided what was left of their food and snacks. Making an annoying mess in the kitchen and living room in the process. They hadn't cleaned it last night because aint no one cleaning the house at 3 in the morning. So Miles thought he'd be nice and clean the kitchen (he's making Phoenix do the living room though). He did the dishes, wiped the counters, cleaned the floor and finally lit a candle (Vanilla because he's a bitch) to get rid of the weird smell.. After he had finished he realized they really were short on food. So Miles decided to use the last of their bread, eggs, and other foods to make Phoenix a quick brunch for him when he wakes.
Phoenix had been sick as of late and Miles felt he should make him his favorite bone-broth chicken soup. Unfortunately they literally had jack shit minus some materials to make a sandwich. So Miles did just that, and decided he would just make the soup for dinner after going to the store.
He fixed up the sandwich and a few other things before writing a note in case Phoenix woke while he was off at the store.
" Nick,
Lunch made, dishwasher dirty.
Be back soon, at the store.
Please rest but also clean the living room if you can.
Thanks.
<3 "
He heard of the new Bone Store in town and figured it'd be higher quality bones if it was a store dedicated to selling just bones. So he headed off.
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Patrick woke up with a groan, he sat up it felt as if every bone in his body had cracked in unison. He fell back down into bed and grumbled, looking over at the time. It was 8 A.M. far too early, but Patrick couldnt fall asleep, so (quietly) he got out of bed, gave Raoul a kiss on his bald fucking head, and tip toed comically out of the room. He quietly made his way to the bathroom and followed through with his normal morning routine, afterwards he went to the living room to work out, and after taking his pills and admiring his reflection, he finally got dressed in his standard suit and tie.
