Summary:

prompt: morning coffee “Good morning.” The only response he got was a tired grunt. The tired grunt of a man who didn’t want to be up yet, and saw no point in being out of bed at that current time. “Why are you awake?” “Why are you awake?” Shane smiled at Ilya’s response and the gentle kiss to his shoulder as he continued to read through the instructions, trying to commit the process to memory before trying to make anything. Compared to the grinder, this one seemed a lot more complicated— “What is that?”