BONUS ROUND 4 - FOOD

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In this round, we want to see prompts inspired by food!

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PROMPT: TEAM MAGICAL GIRLS

[manesixwinx]

Waking your partner up with homemade breakfast on your marriage anniversary

FILL: Team RWBY

[hopelessgemini]

fandom: mobile suit gundam: the witch from mercury

ship: suletta/miorine

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It’s fairly difficult for Suletta to get out of bed by herself these days, a symptom of the colder weather on Earth. Even harder to manage it without waking Miorine up. She circumvents all of these issues by bribing Eri into remotely piloting her wheelchair into the bedroom, wriggling out of Miorine’s arms, and rolling sideways out of the bed.

Slight miscalculation: the noise Suletta makes when she smacks her head against the side of her chair’s frame makes Miorine go, “Shushhhhhhhh,” in her sleep. Suletta freezes halfway to pulling herself up — she really should have asked Eri to move the chair closer — and watches carefully until she rolls over.

Once she’s in the kitchen, it becomes a lot easier. Miorine is a very heavy sleeper, and has long since grown immune to the sound of people banging about in the kitchen. Living with Earth House for a year or two will do that to you, Suletta supposes.

Mom is out for the day, both to give them space and to get her own chair upgraded, so she has free reign. This also means she can’t ask her to help with food prep, and Eri certainly won’t do it, so Suletta endeavours to enter Focus Mode for the remainder of the morning. Surely that won’t backfire.

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On the morning that marks her first full year of being married to Suletta, Miorine wakes up to the announcement that, “I didn’t even set off the smoke alarm!”

“Mmgh,” she says, rolling over, “was that ever a danger?”

“You never know,” Suletta says brightly. Miorine opens her eyes and finds her sitting by her side of the bed, breakfast tray in her lap. Her heart just about bursts. “Happy anniversary!”

“God,” she says, convinced she’s about to cry. “You made breakfast for me?”

“Of course!”