sweet dreams

It was an inexorable fact that given any sort of party or celebration in the Burrowgatory, Breakfast would be in attendance. The bun was drawn to the sound of music or rowdiness as if by some demonic, magnetic force, and with Breakfast these days often came her shadow, or better or worser half (depending on who you asked and at what point in the ravelry they found themselves in) Klaus.

Equally inevitable was that Breakfast would, well before the early hours of the morning, find herself completely shit-faced. In her doll form, her stature was relatively small, sure, but it was actually quite remarkable how drunk she could get from just one of Hops’ concoctions from the Rabbit Hole. On a night like the Mochi Moon, where it was slightly more acceptable to wind up stumbling and slurring her way through until she passed out in Klaus’ kitchen (because she simply couldn’t make it to the couch), it went without saying that he’d be accompanying her to wherever the ravelry took her.

The Rabbit Hole was more packed than usual that night, so “accompanying” was more like Breakfast dragging him by the top coat through the mass of partying buns to get to the bar.

“Get anything you want,” Breakfast had to yell over the music to Klaus, as if she actually stood any chance of paying for their drinks. “I heard they have a new drink– some kind of coffee… thing,” she added. “But get whatever you want! It’s my treat.”

Klaus looked down at Breakfast with his brow furrowed. Those last three words were a total lie, he seemed to be accusing, though he didn’t need to say it aloud.

Not with Hops standing nearby. “She’s totally lying,” Hops chimed in from behind the counter, a light-hearted laugh on her lips regardless of just how true her words were. Both Klaus and Hops had been victim to Breakfast’s bad spending habits many a time before.

“I’m not! I have tons of carats with me tonight!” Breakfast lied through her teeth, leaning on the bar so far that her foam sandals (in the middle of winter, yes) lifted from the ground. “Start me off with a clawdka, and…” She looked back at Klaus. “An iris coffee for the gentleman. My treat.” She winked back at him.

Hops, not about to dig herself into any deeper of a hole, glanced at Klaus first, since they both knew the third inevitable fact of the evening. He gave a shrug and a nod to agree that yes, he would be paying.

“Coming right up, bun!” Hops hummed, moving with a skip in her step to begin preparing their drinks.

About half a clawdka in, and Breakfast was dragging Klaus out to the dance floor. Just one half later, and she was practically painting the floor in a hot pink and blue puddle. Yes, it really happened that quickly. Klaus let her lean on him as they hobbled back to the bar together. He took a long swig of his coffee and motioned for Hops to bring over their check.

“Oh… I can’t believe I forgot my wallet,” Breakfast whined, leaning into Klaus and closing her eyes.

“Yes, yes, it’s quite a surprise,” he said gently, letting her ‘rest her eyes’ while he took care of the tab. Social gatherings certainly were not his forte, but it helped that Breakfast was ready to go after just an hour or two of one.

Breakfast sighed. “Home soon?”

“Home soon,” he agreed.

Maybe it was all the mochi they’d gorged themselves on earlier in the day, but Breakfast found herself quickly slipping into a little nap; one might think she was a sloth bun for how quickly she went from partying to absolutely drained.

Luckily, her small stature not only helped her save money on drinks, but permitted Klaus to easily carry her on his back. The sound of her lightly snoring was astounding to him considering all the noise and partying still going on, but if she could tune it out, it was all the more rested she would be to get through her hangover in the morning.

Fortunately for Klaus’ back, the walk to his apartment wasn’t a long one from the Rabbit Hole, though it also meant that the sounds of partying could still be faintly heard through his window. It would probably carry on to the early morning, if he remembered correctly from the year prior, but that was alright. Even if parties weren’t his favorite place to be, he did quietly enjoy seeing other buns having their fun– perhaps that was why it was so nice to be around Breakfast.

He set her down as gently as he possibly could on his couch, though judging from some of the places he’d seen her pass out before, Breakfast would have been just as fine if he’d tossed her like a sack of potatoes.

Even passed out, Breakfast appreciated that he refrained. What she appreciated even more, though, was the blanket Klaus tossed over her. Being pink and fuzzy, there was no question who brought the blanket in question into his apartment, and it had saved her from many a cold night like this one. The smell was faint, but it even carried a tinge of that marker-smell that the clawdkas she liked to drink had.

“Good?” Klaus asked, not really expecting a response– so the happy little smile on her lips was just a bonus for being a good partner.

With Breakfast soundly passed out on the couch, Klaus could pour himself a nightcap from one of the many bottles in his liquor cabinet, taking it with him to his balcony so he could watch the buns on the sidewalk below wave around sparklers. Probably a fire hazard, but what would the Mochi Moon be without a few accidental fires? He took a sip from his glass and glanced back at Breakfast, who mumbled something to herself about carats.

His brow furrowed again. Was she really dreaming about paying her tab at the Rabbit Hole?

“Just one more dango…” were the faint words on her lips next, earning a look with just as much ire. No, of course not. Not even in Breakfast’s wildest dreams was she going to pay for her own drinks. “Mmm… strawberry? Or raspberry?” She shifted a little. “Maybe the impups can decide…”

He chuckled despite himself and finished off what liquor remained in the highball glass in his hand. If she was one of the most irresponsible buns that he knew, as least she was keeping her imps well-fed, even in her dreams. That was admirable.

“Klaus?” He looked up sharply, but realized quickly that she was still in the midst of a delicious-sounding dream. “Forgot m’wallet.”