Sake Thu Jul 12, 2012 5:36 am
Roderich reached forward to pour water into his own cup, placing his teabag in to steep as well and eyeing it for a moment before turning his gaze to Arthur. "Yes, at least." He agreed quietly, still a bit tired. He took a moment to try and figure out how long he'd slept, but he wasn't exactly sure. He just knew it hadn't been long enough. He struggled to keep his thoughts from wandering to Gilbert too much; with everything that was going on, he really wanted to just relax with him for a while. Roderich frowned faintly and pushed his thoughts as far away as he could, which wasn't very far at all, really. They'd get that time today, right? "It isn't often we all have the day off." He added with a slight smile and ran a hand through his hair, gripping it loosely in his fingers. "Thank you for making breakfast, by the way. I'll thank you for Gilbert as well, since I think we both know he probably won't thank you himself..." He rolled his eyes, though there was a hint of affection in his voice, even with a comment such as that. Roderich soon drifted to his thoughts again, his face warming slightly when he realized he was basically daydreaming about Gilbert... He wasn't sure if he should be angry at himself or angry at his boyfriend, but he couldn't seem to be angry at either of them for that. He liked thinking of Gilbert; it was just too distracting at times... And being with the actual person was much better than just daydreaming.
Alfred snorted and rolled his eyes before stretching his arms above his head. At Gilbert's question, he blinked and let his arms drop to his side. He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at his feet, and frowned. He hadn't thought of something like that; he simply didn't think that way, it didn't seem. He figured spending time together would be fine, but now that his roommate brought it up, maybe he should have planned something... "Well, uh... No, not really. I was just gonna chill with Artie, I guess." He mumbled, shifting on his feet. He couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. Was he supposed to feel like that...? Probably... Damn. "Maybe I shoulda planned something, though, but... I didn't think of it." He added, attempting to defend himself, and sighed. "You think he'll be mad at me, dude....?" Alfred murmured, lightly furrowing his brow. "I wonder if I could come up with something last minute... It can't be that hard, right?" He chuckled nervously, his hands sliding into his pockets again. "Yeah, I'll do that. I just have to decide what we're actually going to go do... Er, eating would be a good choice, right? Or a walk, maybe... Nah, that's too easy, um..." Looking back on things, he really should have planned something. It only seemed right; Arthur was really stressed lately and they hadn't gotten much time together at all, so this time should be special, at least. Alfred just wasn't sure exactly how to achieve that, unfortunately. A walk or some food didn't really cut it.