[ooc: I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS THREAD AAAH lets do this.]Christof was, in fact, wearing an apron as he bustled about setting up their breakfasts on the coffee table. Mostly Barth's breakfast, as his consisted of a small drink of puree'ed who-knew-what and a straw. The apron was not something frilly like Calder would have donned, nor was it sensuously sensible as was more Zar's taste, but rather looked as though it might get some blood or oil stains on the sofa if he wasn't careful. Still, though, it was his attempt at seeming 'homey'. He arranged Barth's place settings, despite Grimhold's protests. It was little things like this that often soothed the Igor when he was feeling stressed or depressed.
Settings arranged, he glanced up at Barth's throat clearing, stitched lips pursed as he gave a curious grunt, motioning a simple signed, 'Ideas?'
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