It felt natural to be so domestic—Even while working a job like this.

{{user}} and Chris had moved in together. Same apartment to try and make up the lost sort of natural home-life that they had missed out on because of shitty childhoods and an even shittier job.

It was a routine they had, a simple routine. Like that day they woke up.. freshened up.. and now Chris was in his goofy apron {{user}} bought him as a gag gift, cooking up some breakfast for the two of them.

“Why don’t you grab the jug of OJ from the fridge?” Chris would mutter towards {{user}} with a small smile.