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Started March 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Ava shuffles around in the kitchen wearing nothing but a big t-shirt and underwear. It’s been a few weeks since she’s moved into the spare room so she’s a lot more comfortable around Cameron, hence the lack of normal clothing. As she works on making coffee, she sings one of her favorite songs quietly to herself. She’s always been a morning bird so seeing her up this early isn’t unusual. Kreja, on the other hand, hates waking up early which means that he’s currently laying on the couch in the living room, trying to get some more sleep.

Cameron stretched a few mintues before his alarm went off, greeted by the smell of coffee from downstairs. He sat up with a wide yawn and ruffled up his hair, standing slowly and putting on pants to meander downstairs. He was just about the same with what Ava was wearing, but instead wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Mmm, coffee smells great," He commented as he slipped into the kitchen, smiling tiredly. Lily woke up early to do her business, and had joined Kreja on the couch.

Ava sets the pot of coffee out on the counter before shuffling through the fridge to find her favorite peppermint chocolate creamer. When she turns around, she finds herself face to face with Cameron. “Good morning, sleeping beauty,” She greets him with an amused smile as she takes in his appearance. She finds him to be adorable like this, not that she’d ever admit that out loud. She snatches two mugs from one of the cabinets and hands one over to him before fixing her drink.

Cameron chuckled softly and gently took the cup, setting it on the counter and grabbing the sugar.
"'Morning. D'you think you could grab me the cinnamon creamer? I think I'm in the mood for cinnamon." He mixed sugar quietly into his cup. He still felt rather sleepy but he was glad to be here with a cup of coffee with a friend.

“Of course,” Ava agrees, setting her mug down on the counter and moving back over to the fridge. She pulls out the cinnamon creamer and hands it over to him before returning to her own coffee. After pouring in a large amount of the creamer, she stirs it up. She glances over to him and snickers a little at the state that his hair is in. “It looks like a bird slept in your hair,” She comments with a teasing grin.

"Thanks," He said gratefully, dumping in a good dollop of it into his cup. "My hair? Have you looked at yours yet?" He responded without looking up but with a smile down at his cup as he mixed. "I like birds, anyway. Maybe they come at night and nest."

“What’s wrong with my hair?” She asks with a small grin as she grabs onto her frizzy blonde braid. It could definitely use a good brushing. “I used to have a bird,” She comments absentmindedly after a moment. “Maia was a nightingale that I got when I was twelve. That’s actually part of the reason why my codename is what it is.”

Cameron listened with one ear tilted, glancing at her. "That's really nice. I would like to have a bird as a pet someday. Unfortunately as a kid I only had a cacti." He set the spoon into the sink and trotted into the living room, sitting in his usual spot with his coffee with a sigh.

“Having another bird would be nice,” Ava comments, momentarily lost in her thoughts. By the time she snaps back to reality, Cameron is already in the living room. She follows after him and claims one of the chairs. “Your parents wouldn’t let you have a pet? Mine were the same way but that didn’t stop me from sneaking animals into the house.”

"I don't think I wanted one, other than a dog, which we had. I had one hell of a time taking care of my cactus. And if I were angry I used the prickles as weapons," He said with a small laugh. "Of course they never got anywhere. But I really disliked my parents." He frowned a little.

“Wait, you seriously kept a catus as a pet?” She asks, a little bewildered as to why anyone would do that, especially if a dog is in the picture. Upon learning that he used the prickles as weapons, she laughs a little. “I’m sorry to hear that,” She says, watching his facial. Parents are a …..complicated subject to say the least.

Cameron shrugged off his memories but he still looked somewhat distracted. "It wasn't that bad. It would still be alive if I didn't move. So it's not like I had to grieve over it if it died."

“I guess that’s one way to look at it,” Ava murmurs, glancing down at her coffee. “You okay?” She asks a bit awkwardly. Glancing over to him, she can’t help but take notice of how distracted he seems.

"Yeah, I'm fine," He mumbled to his coffee, "just tired." He smiled a bit and took a sip of it to cover his face from her.

"If you say so," She comments with a small shrug. This isn't any of her business so she's not going to push it. She takes a few sips of her coffee, enjoying the sweet taste.

The room fell into silence as the pair sipped at their coffee, and Cameron was first to finish it. He set it down and leaned over to press a kiss to Lily's muzzle, giving a good scratch to Kreja good morning.

Kreja huffs quietly but doesn’t move when he gets scratched. Mornings really aren’t his think. Ava lightly shakes her head and chuckles at her dog’s reaction. “Such a lump,” She comments, her tone laced with affection.

Cameron chuckled softly and leaned against the pair of dogs. Lily sighed deeply and set her head down on Cam's lap.
"They're both lumps."

“Not for much longer. It’s time for our run,” Ava comments, standing. Kreja’s head shoots up when he hears the word run. “Give me five minutes to change and then we’re good to go buddy.”

Cameron sighed and gently grabbed his dog. He and Lily had suffered under the paws of an excited Kreja far too much for a month.
"Aye, I'll make breakfast then."

Ava gives a small wave of acknowledgment at his words before dropping her mug off in the kitchen sink and bounding up the stairs. Five minutes later, she returns wearing a pair of black shorts, a hot pink tank top, and matching blank and pink sneakers. She enters the kitchen, her high ponytail swinging behind her with every step.

Cameron had laid down, using Lily as a pillow, yawning widely. The pair was just about the opposite of Ava and her dog in the mornings, always willing for more sleep. Cameron threw his long legs over the side of the couch and stretched, looking up as she came down.
"So what should I have ready for when you come back?"

"Surprise me, I'm not picky," Ava tells him with a small shrug. Grabbing Kreja's leash off of the table, she rolls it up and stuff it into her pocket. She never uses it unless she has to. The dog bounds over to her and barks twice, his tail wagging excitedly. "Are you ready, my sweet little boy?" She cooes, leaning down to pet him on the head.