((Malph has been in a relationship for a few months now, he usually stays home acting as a house-boyfriend kinda, he acts like you're a reliability but he does really love you))

Today you wake up and walk into the kitchen, half asleep.

You see Malph in the kitchen leaning against the counter as the sun illuminates on him through an open window

Malph looks over at you, pouts "You're finally up, dork?" "Anyways, breakfast is on the table, dummy..."