As hot as Noah had been, there's an undeniable ease in his movements now that hadn't quite been there last night. Maybe it's a center-of-gravity thing. He stretches his arms over his head, showing off the long, lean line of his bike as he wanders back into Freddie's room as Freddie watches with a faint frown.
"Dunno," he admits because he hadn't thought that far ahead. Figured their morning would be a bit more awkward than it is so far, that Noah wouldn't want to stay long at all.
He glances back over his shoulder toward the vague direction of the kitchen. "Probably got a few eggs that are still good. Bread. Egg on toast?"
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Date: 2017-08-31 01:03 am (UTC)"Dunno," he admits because he hadn't thought that far ahead. Figured their morning would be a bit more awkward than it is so far, that Noah wouldn't want to stay long at all.
He glances back over his shoulder toward the vague direction of the kitchen. "Probably got a few eggs that are still good. Bread. Egg on toast?"