selfhelp | [IC] Appointments Post

[Of course, Billy's the first to wake up that morning. But that doesn't mean Teddy doesn't have anything for him ready for him.

On the nightstand, Billy will find a post-it note along with a Reese's cup right near it, and a jar of three red roses by that. The note reads: "Go to the kitchen for the other one!", along with a stick figure of Misty, a cheerful kitty smile on her face, whiskers pronounced.

When Billy goes to the kitchen, he'll indeed find the other Reese's cup there as well as a banner hanging from the cabinets that say "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!". By the candy is a kettle - brown but not copper - with a bag of Billy's favorite kind of coffee beside it, ready to be made and served for the morning.

Someone's going for a little theme here, even if he doesn't have nearly what's specified.]

[Well. Apparently today is a day to be spoiled with his favourite things. Billy smiles fondly at the scene in the kitchen, already nibbling at the first Reese's when he finds the other. He gets to work brewing the coffee, though his brow quirks at the kettle - since when did they own that? - as he grinds the beans. Teddy knows better, so what's going on here...?

No doubt it'll become clear eventually, so he tries not to dwell on it too much, carrying on with his morning routine as usual. He showers, he eats (peanut-butter-and-chocolate-syrup toast, fitting right in with the Reese's treat, which he eats both before and after the real breakfast), he does his yoga and meditation and coffee-pondering quiet time. He certainly doesn't feel different, and he didn't yesterday, either, but that won't stop him from enjoying his very merry unbirthday. No doubt Teddy's got something special planned out.

When he's finished, and Teddy's had his usual Sunday sleep-in, Billy ventures back into the bedroom, sneaking under the covers to curl up against his boyfriend, gently blowing his chocolate and peanut butter breath under the blond's nose to try and rouse him. At some point he'd snapped the thorns off one of the roses and trimmed the stem, and now it's tucked playfully behind an ear.]

Edited 2014-02-11 11:20 (UTC)

[Teddy scrunches his nose at first when he breathes in the scent of chocolate and peanut butter, and he tries to wriggle further under the blankets, though it's a little hard to do so when there's a boyfriend up against him. So he settles instead, and he starts to drift off again.

But he'd been excited the night before, and that made his internal clock start working. Now that the prettiest alarm clock has started to wake him, the internal one rings, making him wake up a little further. Right, that's right... It's a special day, right? It's - Oh.

Though just because he remembers what day it is doesn't mean he's jumping out of bed. He opens his eyes a little, a haze of grogginess settling over them, though his lips quirk up when he sees the rose tucked behind Billy's ear. Teddy's not much of a flower guy, but seeing how they fit in with the theme, plus Billy liking them a little more than he does...]

Mm... mornin', babe.

[... He still kind of feels like he'll fall back asleep any moment, but he's determined to get through the morning without dozing off somewhere.]

[Typical Ted in the morning. Billy returns the smile, leaning in to press his lips against Teddy's for a tender, patient kiss. He knows it takes time for Teddy to get himself kickstarted into wakefulness, so he's hoping this will help. He can wait, but he doesn't particularly want to wait very long.]

[This is certainly one way to rouse him a little. Teddy lets out a soft, sleepy sound as he kisses back, albeit with a late start. When it's over, Teddy ducks his head to yawn and thus not give Billy a huge whiff of morning breath, then stretches while his wings ruffle a few times. Even with all those motions, he still relaxes and looks almost like he drifted off again when it's all done.

But soon enough, he pushes himself up, hair a complete mess for the moment and sleep still in his eyes.]

Yeah, yeah, 'm up, I'm up... [Well. He'll be up after one last, big, noisy yawn, and another stretch. You'd think he just woke up from hibernating.]

...You know, I'm not sure I believe you.

[Billy sits up with him, hands lifting to slide them through Teddy's hair, trying to tame the chaos. Potentially a hopeless cause, but he loves touching Teddy's hair anyway, so he doesn't mind.]

You look like you're about to fall over. Should I come back in a couple of hours?

[Any other day, Teddy would mumble an agreement, fall back and go right back to sleep. Today's a special day, though, so he only considers it for a few seconds before he makes his answer.]

Nah, I'm okay. Besides, s'your birthday... unbirthday, I mean.

[And while Teddy could always shift his hair like always to look more awake and ready for the day, he rather likes Billy's hands all tangled within it, too. He does, at least, wrap his arms around his boyfriend's waist and lean in to kiss his cheek, a little more activity than he was capable of a couple minutes ago.]

How's my official adult?

Not terribly different, I'm afraid.

[Billy's tone is musing, though, unbothered by it. Birthdays generally don't ruffle him too much, and this is no exception, despite the milestone. He can't help but somewhat agree with Tommy- you can't do much at eighteen, even if it does mean the end of high school is nigh. Twenty - or twenty-one - are the true big steps into adulthood. Right now he's still very much a teenager.

...Still, it's... nice. Eighteen is a nice number.]

Maybe it'll sink in later. Am I supposed to feel like a real grown-up?

If you do, then I'm sure in trouble. [Teddy doesn't feel much like a real grown-up either; still doesn't, even six months after his own big eighteen. Maybe if he was back home and actually going through his senior year and making plans for college, or at least a job other than heroing, he might feel a little more like one, but...

Thinking too much about it will just make him miss home, so he pulls back, lightly touching Billy's wrist and looking a bit more awake.]

But let's not rush this growing up thing. We've got a whole day to celebrate.

Only a day? And here I was starting to think I could milk this all week.

[He smiles teasingly, giving Teddy another peck on the cheek. He's totally fine with still being just a kid sometimes, too. Growing up means a whole lot more than he's ready for.]

Thank you for the chocolate, by the way. It was a nice surprise to wake up to.

Ah. Did you eat them both?

[He gives a teasing smile as he slides off the bed. Now that he's up and on his feet, he finally gives in and shifts his hair to something more presentable, and something else to go with the theme - the color of his wings shift, creating something that looks like the moon at the top, a flock of geese flying across it, and snow at the tips.]

Someone's not going to be happy. [He raises an eyebrow, then leads the way to the kitchen again. Time for part 1 of his birthday surprise.]

[Billy's brows lift at that - both the comment, and the sudden image on Teddy's wings. What did one have to do with the other?]

Was I not supposed to? Your note wasn't exactly specific about that.

[He slides off the bed after Teddy, intrigued now. What the heck is he planning?]

[Teddy doesn't speak up until they're in the kitchen, seeing how a long pause probably would've ruined the surprise. But once he's opened the refrigerator and digging inside:]

No, no, you were. I'm the one who got them for you. But we probably pissed someone off.

[Once he pulls back, there's a large box in his arms that Teddy wastes no time setting on the table. He shoots Billy a grin, then opens up the box, revealing a glorious, giant Reese's cup.]

"Where are my sons, Billy Kaplan?" [He says in a deeper voice while flapping the lid of the box, as if it's the one talking. Billy gave him a giant Snickers bar on his birthday; it's time to finally return the favor, one that's been planned ever since then.]

Who would-

[He doesn't even get a chance to finish. Teddy's turning, and he's doing that dorky voice, and he's lifting the lid to show-]

...Oh. My. God.

[His eyes go as wide as they possibly can. That can't be what he thinks it is! Holy crap, did Teddy seriously make a cup that big!?]

Oh my god! Teddy!

"I see you're in shock and awe! Tremble before me!"

[He holds the box closer to Billy, in part to keep up with the act, and in part to let him get a better look at it.]

"For I am... Father Reese's!"

[....

Billy wants to facepalm, but that would mean looking away from this beautiful, beautiful sight. He's never seen so much chocolate deliciousness in one place. It's practically obscene.

But he can't just ignore what Teddy's doing - or saying - so he merely muffles a groan, eyes still wide as saucers.]

You are the biggest dork I've ever met. Oh my god, I can't believe you did this.

You love me for it. And this. [He eyes the giant treat... before his eyes widen, and he shakes the box lightly.]

Oh no. Oh no. Billy... I think he figured out where his sons are!

[And that big grin comes back when he pushes the box forward to nudge at Billy's stomach, the lid of it flapping once more as if to nibble there.]

"I will avenge my sons!"

[Billy splutters and backpedals, pressing down on the lid to keep it shut. So weird, bf. So weird.]

Careful, you'll drop it! And get chocolate on my shirt, besides...

[And that would be a waste of good chocolate and good fashion. Both are illegal in this household.]

[Pffft omg bf, so worried about fashion

Teddy ends up laughing quietly as he sets the box down on the table, letting Billy stare all he wants while he goes to get a knife, and hot water, to cut it with.]

What, you really think a chef will drop his own creation? Please.

I think I've seen enough episodes of the Swedish Chef to know that lots of weird things can happen in a kitchen.

[Once Teddy puts down the box, though, he does give himself a long moment to admire it. It's more than just the size, it's- the little details, the ridges, the way it smells... god, it really is perfect.]

...Have I told you lately that you're amazing? Because you are.

[As Teddy pulls a knife from the drawer, he gets a smile and a blush on his face that looks rather pleased and touched. It's one thing to hear that something he made looks good, and it's another to hear that he's amazing.]

Well... I like hearing it no matter how many times you say it.

[As he fills a cup with hot water, he glances over his shoulder, then at the cup again as he casually remarks:]

You sure you aren't full on tiny cups? We could always eat some of big daddy here later.

[Billy is quiet for a moment, mulling it over and mentally debating it with himself. It's true that he had already eaten breakfast as well as the cups, but Teddy surely worked hard to make this... hngh...]

If you can cut, like... a sliver? I really want to try it, but I am kind of full.

[Which he feels a bit silly about, in retrospect. It's just so rare that Teddy's ever up early enough to share breakfast that he's used to sharing food at lunch or dinner instead.]

[Teddy's smile grows for another reason and, once the cup is full and he's put the knife in to heat itself up, he makes his way back to the table to press a kiss to Billy's cheek. Silent appreciation there.]

A sliver, then. [He sits, waiting for the knife to be ready, and seems to muse on something.] We can have more later, like for lunch. I'm already thinking of making schnitzel with noodles and crisp apple strudels.

[Billy quirks an eyebrow at that, fetching a couple of plates. He would know that reference in his sleep; honestly, he's just surprised Teddy does. Maybe because it's so early on in the film.]

Do you even know what schnitzel is?

[Teddy raises his eyebrows, wondering if Billy finally got the theme of all the little things he set around. Wicked wouldn't be so good, but this?]

It's in one of my recipe books. You want chicken? Pork? Some other meat?

[Hopefully the knife is at least warm enough to cut the candy with. He'll just go ahead and try - and if that's not enough, his strength can certainly come in handy.]

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