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That smell was also making some people hungry in their sleep. So Mondo Oowada woke the fuck up and barely even made an effort to look presentable before dragging his feet over to see where the smell was coming from like a freshly risen zombie.

He stopped being a zombie when he realized there were pancakes afoot. Legendary pancakes. I mean, he didn't KNOW they were legendary but they sure smelled legendary, especially on a grumbling stomach that needed satisfaction.

Surely someone would notice this guy with the obscenely huge hair hanging at the doorway, drool starting to pool at the corner of his mouth.

Yeah, this is the kind of guy everyone wants to invite to their pancake party.

Zelda was busy flipping pancakes at the counter when Mondo appeared in the door, and though his appearance was frankly ridiculous, she wasn't one to turn away a hungry student. She'd left the door open for that reason, after all.

"Good morning," she said with a smile, flipping a delicious pancake.

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes. I am."

Wait, that was not Mondo at all.

When did that short, black hedgehog show up right by Zelda's legs, sniffling and picking up the incredible scent of morning sweets? Who even knows? One thing was certain, however: Shadow wanted pancakes. He loved pancakes. He needed pancakes.

Zelda, please to be giving him pancakes.

NO who were you GO AWAY you weird anthropomorphic mascot-looking hedgehog guy. How did he even get there? Was he there the entire time or did he generate out of thin air? Mondo cared more about the fact that he was just invited to have some pancakes by this really nice and generous girl OH BOY. So shove it, Shadow, these were supposed to be his pancakes.

"She wasn't talkin' to you!" snapped Mondo, his hand shooting up to grasp at nothing. Then, to Zelda, he dropped all the intimidation and grinned back at her. "Actually, I'm starving! I haven't eaten breakfast yet, so..." He helped himself into the suite.

Zelda, on the other hand, seemed completely unperturbed by this turn of events--she wouldn't have left the door open if she didn't want visitors, after all.

"Boys, boys, there are plenty of pancakes for everyone. Please, have a seat."

At the tiny adorable kitchen table, of course.

"Chocolate chip or blueberry?"

Haha! Oh, this one was funny, thinking he could frighten him. On the contrary, all he responded with was a smirk, one that basically relayed, "Oh, look at you. How cute." He thought he could do something to scare him like a little woodland creature. So precious.

"Absolutely. Thank you." Shadow's voice was just a little extra sugary, for some reason. Was it because of that bulky biker dude? Perhaps. Trying to get on Zelda's good side and further irritate said bulky biker dude? Yeah, in fact, that made a lot of sense.

Up he went onto the nearest chair, sitting upon it so daintily, his knees pressed together and palms on his lap.

"Also, blueberry, please." That was gonna hit the spot.

"I'm gonna have chocolate chip," grumbled the irascible young man who had a rapidly swelling hate-on for the smug porcupine thing right now as he tore a seat away from the itsy-bitsy table for himself and kicked his legs back on the surface, just enough to flagrantly encroach upon Shadow's personal space. He leered the entire time, daring him to say or do anything to stop him.

Zelda certainly wasn't oblivious to the apparent animosity between the two parties, but she would play none the wiser so as not to exacerbate the situation. She was sure it wasn't anything pancakes couldn't fix.

There were few things, she thought, that pancakes couldn't fix.

"One chocolate chip and one blueberry," she confirmed with a smile, pouring the batters in question onto the hot griddle.

"Syrup? Butter?" When Zelda did pancakes, she did them right.

Green, meanwhile, had been summoned into the kitchen by the reliably lovely smell of his room mate's pancakes. Despite the combative personalities of the two guests, the Gym Leader himself seemed much less antagonistic than usual lately. Almost like a neutered puppy. He pulled a chair out for himself, dressed in jeans and white t-shirt, and took a seat without a word to either Shadow or Mondo. He spoke only to Zelda.

"Zel, can I have blueber--" he suddenly changed his mind, looking mildly stricken, "Chocolate chip?"

Edited 2013-06-18 02:24 (UTC)

This presence didn't seem particularly irksome, so no, Shadow wasn't even going to pay Green any mind. He hardly mattered at this point. All that mattered to him was pancakes and amusement, because Mondo sure knew how to provide the latter.

"Syrup would be perfect," he told her, craning his head to view her for a split second. "No need to worry for sugarless." In fact, he couldn't stand sugarless. It was too flat, too artificial, and that was saying something for a syrup that was already made primarily of artificial goodness.

Did he then eye Mondo with the sneakiest, "You really think you're tough, don't you," smile he could possibly muster? Aye, he did.

Edited 2013-06-18 02:25 (UTC)

When asked whether he wanted syrup or butter, the answer was an obvious 'why not both', so when Zelda asked, he had replied that he'd like both.

Mondo too was focused primarily on his current source of frustration who kept sliding him the snottiest grins from across the table. He could hardly care that the pancake circle had gained a new member because Shadow was really starting to aggravate him.

"You got something to say to me over there, fucker? Or you just smilin' 'cuz you like me?"

Edited (blows a raspberry) 2013-06-18 03:28 (UTC)

"Hm...

"Yes. In fact, I do like you quite a bit."

Shadow just did for all of the wrong reasons. He couldn't help it. This cob-headed man was just all too amusing in so many ways. Did he really think anyone was going to take him seriously? Because he had another thing coming.

That smile was not going anywhere.

Green stared straight ahead as the occupants of the chairs on either side of him began to bicker.

Green, pls.

Oh, my. This was quickly becoming thinly-veiled animosity central, wasn't it? Zelda would have none of that, and offered Green a sympathetic glance before leveling a stern one at Mondo and Shadow.

"There is no instigation at breakfast," she said coolly, flipping the first of what was sure to be many delicious pancakes.

"If you can't play nice, boys, I'm sure Green will have no trouble at all eating your pancakes."

All of them.

"I'm gonna eat 'em all," Green sighed, helpfully.

"I am doing nothing wrong," he told them, giving the slightest nonchalant shrug. "I was being honest. I do like him."

Because he was hilarious to poke subtly at. Shh.

"I will behave," Shadow tacked on, eyeing Mondo just one more time before crossing his legs politely. He'd get pancakes. He will.

Shadow, that was pretty creepy and Mondo gave him a look of revulsion that silently asked 'what the hell'. Mondo wasn't about to lose out on pancakes, but at the same time, he was too stubborn to let up on Shadow affronting him.

"You're a fuckin' weirdo," he remarked to the hedgehog while scooting his chair back a tad. "You get any closer to me and I'll turn you into a pancake."

"Behaving now, friend."

Too bad. Shadow wasn't letting him take his goat. He had sweets to earn with good behavior. Look at how proper he was being, lacing his hands together so nicely! No ill intent at all, nope. No sir.

Edited 2013-06-19 02:37 (UTC)

"I ain't your friend!!" bellowed Mondo, ripping his legs from the top of the table (thank god) and ramming his palms into it instead (god please).

Mondo had a bit of trouble with good behavior. Even when there were sweets to earn.

"Mr. Oowada, please," Zelda said calmly but sternly, in a tone of voice that threatened ear-pulling and unceremonious throwing out of the room.

"Not over breakfast."

With a smile, she set the first plate of pancakes (some blueberry, some chocolate chip) onto the table, swiftly followed by butter and a carafe of syrup.

"Mm."

Shadow did steal a glance to Mondo, but he also passed one to Green, giving the two a knowing nod. If he let them have pancakes first, behaving like a perfectly good hedgehog, maybe he'd get extra? He knew how to properly mooch off of people.

"You can serve yourselves first."

Green gave Shadow a weird look, but didn't argue and served himself. He wasn't gonna let any weirdness stop him from getting some of Zelda's heavenly pancakes.

Shadow's last glare was shared by Mondo, who had decided he did not like the hedgehog one bit. He'd decided that the moment they met. It became much easier to let go of this animosity, however, when pancakes were served, at least for a little while. Who can be mad when fresh pancakes are placed in front of you?

"I will," he responded definitively.

He helped himself to the steaming hot cakes, the warm, sweet fragrance assuring him that sitting with these two would be worth it once he could indulge his taste buds with those. It's a very good thing there were no fellow Hope's Peak students present, because he began lathering his pancakes with a pat of

butter.

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Dorm Log: Scorching Summer Edition

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whoops I lost track of my life