InsaneJournal

Subject: The Start of Another, Possibly Long and Lazy Day
Where: Hackney, London
Who: Piper
Warnings: None
Open to: All/Anyone in the Area
Status: Complete?



A lazy day. That's how Piper saw the day as he rolled over and looked out the window. Long and lazy. That had both good and bad qualities to it. Piper personally preferred long and active days. Sometimes, though, he liked them, and today he thought he'd like, mostly because he was feeling particularly lazy just then. The arm loosely around his waist may have also had something to do with it, or it could have been that he'd only gotten to sleep a few hours ago, or maybe it was the bed itself. It was, after all, a very nice bed with very lovely sheets and excellent pillows. All right, it was most likely the bed. He felt like he could get lost in it forever and not mind at all. He smiled, rolled onto his stomach, and buried his face in one of the pillows.

He stayed that way for another few minutes before sighing. He really ought to be going. He probably shouldn't have stayed as long as he had, but it wasn't entirely his fault he'd only fallen asleep a few hours ago. He scooted up onto his hands and knees and stretched, arching his back and yawning. He wanted to fall back onto the bed and curl up into a ball and sleep the day away. Instead, he moved to the edge and got up, stretching again as he stood. He quietly shuffled about the room, getting dressed and glancing over at the bed to check if the man in it was stirring yet or not. So far, so good. He just needed his shoes, and he could leave. He had one, but the other took longer to find. Somehow, it found its way under the bed, but at least he had it. He slipped out of the room with barely a sound, put his shoes on by the door, and slipped out into the back alley, stealing a bit of bread from the kitchen on his way.

Piper hummed as he ate the bread, fixing his hair with his free hand. He paused to primp in a shoppe window. He smiled pleasantly to the early morning patrons before moving on, turning in the direction of the theatre. Although he thought he should hurry up, he took his time walking back, letting himself enjoy the city in the morning hours. After all, it was going to be long and lazy day. Why should he rush? Off the top of his head, he couldn't come up with any good reason to hurry along, so he kept himself at his leisurely pace and finished off the bread quick enough. He noted to himself that should that man be a repeat to get more bread. Make it part of the exchange, even. And butter. He could not forget the butter if there was a next time.