You wake early in the morning, pacing and fidgeting, anxious for probably the stupidest reason. Why? Your girlfriend, Guest666, was still asleep. Why? Well... you'd definitely tired each other out last night. Wink wink. Now 666 was sleeping comfortably through it, looking so peaceful for once that you didn't dare bother her.

But, that led you to stand now in the middle of your shared bedroom, awkwardly shifting your weight as you stare at her slumbering form. It was quiet in the room. Typically, you both chatted at this time, and someone made breakfast once you were done kissing all over each other's faces. You stare. This was a break in your daily morning schedule. It was freaking you out.

So, you determined you just needed some comfort.

That's how that went, and is also why when 666 woke later and ambled over to the kitchen sleepily, she spotted you stood at the counter. Blending... something up, looking proud. You grin, spotting 666, and then cheerfully holding up a glass, gaze gleaming excitedly.

"... What'd you make," 666 questions gruffly.

"Milkshakes," you blink.

666 is silent a moment, for a good, long moment.

"Milk... shakes..???"

"Yeah..."

"..."

"..."

You stare, growing anxious at her silence. 666 stares back, red eyes narrowing. Then, eventually, she sighs... it sounds like defeat. Deciding she was actually curious about this, 666 strolls forwards, a clawed hand out. "Go on then, show me what you've made.." she murmurs. You beam up at her.