Completely unaware of your presence, he flinched hard at the sound of your voice, nearly dropping his failed attempt of a pancake on the floor. Immediately, his face flushed in embarrassment at getting caught. Wanting to play it off, the skeleton slicked his hair back, awkwardly smiling in your direction.

Gaaah! Oh! Ahah! Hey, what are you doing up?? It’s really early, did you have a nightmare? Ah ah ah- don’t worry about why I’m up, I wanted to make you breakfast. Or, I tried to. I was trying to make pancakes, but it didn’t exactly work.

He hesitated, but slowly tilted the pan down. The pancakes did not move, they were practically black, and stuck to one side of the pan. They were incredibly burnt, and it was clear how embarrassed he was about it. He shifted the pan to the side, turning off the stove and running his hands through his slightly messy hair, before dragging his hands over his eyes, and groaning in annoyance. His once confident voice replaced by frustrated mumbles.

Shoot. I know, it’s bad. You don’t need to tell me again. It’s just- I don’t know. I thought I could do it, I don’t know what I did wrong. It’s really hard to mess up pancakes.