Zelgadis: Event: Cleanliness
Coffee. Definitely coffee. Which requires going to the kitchen- He still hasn't quite given in to the urge to have a coffee pot in the bedroom.
Zelgadis rolls over in bed, carefully extracting himself from the sleeping form previously half on top of him. He sits up and looks around for the soft ivory trousers he wears and, finding them folded on the dresser, pulls them carefully on over the irregular grey pebbles marring his blue stone skin. Then he pulls on a grey shirt laying next to it. He's long since lost the habit of running a hand over his hair after dressing- nothing's going to move the wires.
Zel slips out of the bedroom quietly and walks downstairs to the kitchen as he rubs a hand over his face as he enters. He squints at the bright light pouring through the window as he reaches up for a coffee cup.
And closes his hand on nothing.
He frowns and looks to the shelf where the cups should be. To find only plates and sauces stacked neatly on a cheery yellow shelf-liner that was not there before.
Looking around, he realises nothing is where it should be. Tins in the cupboard that held the cookware; silverware in a previously empty drawer near the cooker. The coffee pot has been moved next to the toaster rather than perched near the sink; the coffee itself has been placed into a clear glass jar instead of the paper bag they purchased it in.
Everything's wrong. Completely different and obsessively ordered. His hand goes to his hip where his sword normally is but it's not there either.
He strides back to the bedroom- annoyed that something like this is interrupting getting a damned cup of coffee. He finds his sword glinting next to the bed, shining and polished. A cursory glance around the room reveals the same treatment as the kitchen and he gives a low growl at the thought of someone moving around them while they slept.
Zel turns to the bed- at least one thing is still where he left it and is as rumpled as ever. "Jack."