𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 (𝟻/𝟻 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍; 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍)

“Continued wearing inky ones,” He admitted with a soft laugh.

M smiled a little and gently kissed her back. “Right you are. Unless I somehow stain those, too.”

“I can’t help it!” M protested softly. “It just happens when I fall asleep at my desk.”

M rolled his eyes and nodded. “Yes, dear, I’ll try not to collapse into sleep.”

Juliet looked back at Zack as he stepped into the kitchen. "Finished already? I have extra in the microwave." she told him, drying her hands on her apron.

M grinned a little. “I hope so too. I don’t always have complete control of work me.”

Zackary set the dishes in the sink, walked past her with a tremendous yawn, opened the microwave and took out the rest, pan and all.
“Thanks, dear.”

“I just end up throwing notes away,” M said softly, tilting his head. “They don’t like me and I don't like them. Unless they’re directly from you.”

"Just bring the pan back when you're done, you're very welcome." Julie replied. She perched herself in the counter and ate her smaller bowl of breakfast. In all honesty, if it wasn't necessary for Julie to eat, she wouldn't.

Zackary sniffed the air before going back upstairs. He turned heel, shuffled over with the blanket fluttering at his heels and paused at her shoulder.
“You haven't eaten a lot. Come upstairs and eat with me.”

“Why is what? Why I don’t like notes?” He looked down at her, raising his eyeborws.

Her gaze slid up to Zack's but she didn't argue, just slid off the counter and followed him upstairs.

Zackary led the way like a king going to a fancy ceremony, instead of a Demon with a pan of food in his hand with a cape-like blanket covering his unclothed body. It was most… interesting.

“They’re just clutter. I hate wasting ink on a return note. Unless, of course, it’s something worthwhile.”

Juliet kept most of her giggles to herself. Zack could be such a dork sometimes. These were the moments that made her want to attack him with kisses. She was contemplating doing just that as she trailed behind him.

As soon as he put that pan down…

Zackary led the way to their room, and shut the door. He set down the still warm pan on their bedstand, ready to flop down on the bed.

“Ooh that’d be nice.” He nodded. “I'd like to see you come in more, too.”

Julie set her bowl down as well. It was time to act. She smirked and least on him. Tackling him down to the bed. She took his face into her hands and kissed him all over.

Zackary squeaked softly as he was pounced upon, landing on the bed on his back and shaking his head. He grabbed her hands holding his face and squeezed them, squishing his face up.

“Probably on Sunday,” He decided indefinitely, shrugging. “I just wanted to give myself and everyone an unscheduled vacation.”

(Uuuuhhh let’s just say Thurday)

M hummed softly. “I hope they are. I hope they are not in some type of trouble.”