He pulled onto the driveway just at 5:20, traffic had been surprisingly light that morning and he arrived at the darkened house bright eyed and bushy tailed. He killed the engine and pocketed his keys before he hopped out,shouldering his fruit laden tote before walking up the front stoop.
To get in you could either knock or use the keypad where he quickly typed in his code and listened for the doors latch to click. He slipped inside and shut the door carefully behind him, padding to the kitchen and flipping on the light. The sink appeared to be empty and he was genuinely shocked at that before he walked closer and found an ice cream covered spoon resting inside.
“Hmm no bowl so they was raw doggin it”
He shook his head before rinsing the spoon off and leaving it in the sink, it wasn't worth washing since he would be adding more dishes anyways.
It was pancake day as told by the small dry erase board colossus had put up for him to serve as the weekly menu.
He mixed up a large bowl of batter , arms straining as it thickened up to the correct consistency.
As the skillet heated he gave it a shot of non-stick spray before dropping two dollops of batter onto the metal, they spread to perfect size and he kept an eye on them as he retrieved the fruit from his bag and set it out to be washed.
He flipped the pancakes and started on the eggs, cracking almost a full dozen into a bowl before breaking them up with a fork, scrambling them before pausing to turn the finished pancakes out onto a platter. He repeated the previous actions as the eggs finished up and they were poured onto a platter.
Sausage was last and he left it to cook itself, an entire pack of links sizzling away as he flipped pancakes.
The coffee machine beeped just as Storm wandered into the kitchen, a robe keeping her warm while a bonnet held her snow white locks away from her face.
“Goodmorning, your mugs still in the cabinet my fault”
Storm gave a hm of acknowledgment and retrieved the cup before filling it with the steaming brew.
She was followed by Logan, then surprisingly Hank, a steady stream of employees and students starting to migrate to the kitchen. Breakfast was in full swing now, everyone eating and talking quietly amongst each other as he quickly sliced up then oranges and strawberries. He set the cutting board of fruit onto the table and smiled as almost everyone moved to get their respectful servings.
With everyone happily stuffing their faces he quickly turned to the dishes and got to work, he hated letting them pile up any more then possibly needed. The kitchen crowd slowly started to disperse, plates and cups being scraped clean into the bin before being deposited beside the sink.
He rinsed the suds from the last plate and sighed in relief. The washing was done for the morning, laundry would be next.
Piotr was absent from breakfast but that was ok, he was out on the lawn working out and would come make his own small breakfast afterwards , always cleaning up after himself.
Scott grabbed a large navel orange from the counter and walked through the living room, stepping out the back door slowly as he scanned over the yard for his coworker. He was currently doing sit ups on the lawn and Scott smiled as he made his way over.He bent at the waist and knee, placing the orange next to the man's water bottle in the grass , pointing at it wordlessy before waving his goodbye and heading back to the house. He never wanted to disturb his routine so the non verbal communication was no problem.
When he finished up the laundry he wandered back to the kitchen with a cleaner and a rag, spraying down the table and counters to rid them of their stains. He turned as Colossus stepped into the kitchen, wiping the sweat from his face with the towel draped over his shoulder.
“Morning”
He greeted over his shoulder as he started to wipe down the countertops
”good morning, thank you for the orange”
Scott gave him a smile before turning back to his task.
Piotr rested against the counter and began to peel the orange, tossing the straps into the trash can underneath the counter. He offered a slice to Scott who accepted wordlessly.
They stood like that for a good moment, Piotr quietly eating and offering every other slice to Scott as he wiped down the kitchens surface areas. When the orange finished piotr was reluctant to leave, a soreness creeping up his thighs from his rigorous workout a few minutes before.
Scott walked past with the solid rag in hand, gently touching Piotrs bicep as he passed around him so the larger man would know where he was. He stepped out of the kitchen and tossed the rag down to the laundry. Piotrs eyes rested on the doorway long after he left absentmindedly rolling a small piece of leftover peel between his fingers.
Scott returned and he quickly looked away, the cork board on the counter suddenly becoming extremely interesting. He was shuffling through some scraps of paper from the suggestion box.
“Wade needs to take a class or some shit”
He muttered as he showed the other the crayon drawing stuffed in with the actual suggestions. Piotr shook his head and Scott leaned beside him with a sigh.
“I kinda want another orange”
They stayed in the kitchen together for a few more minutes, Scott peeling and rationing it out this time.