18 Apocalypse Avenue, Saturday Morning

[doubleohblonde]

As he stood in the kitchen, looking through the fridge, Bond's main concern was that the coffee had finally started working properly again and he was feeling distinctly less zombie-like than he had during the week.

This might have had a lot to do with why he was humming as he started preparing ingredients.

Of course, if he'd been aware of some of the scenes happening right outside, he mightn't have had quite as cheerful a demeanour.

[for one in particular, but open to housemates and progeny.]

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[doubleohblonde]

"I'd been planning to before I got interrupted," Bond replied dryly, with a significant look in Jules's direction.

[ohohpointfive.livejournal.com]

If Jules noticed the look it made absolutely no impact on him. "Eggs?" he asked hopefully. "You know I like eggs."

[doubleohblonde]

"I don't actually," Bond muttered, too quietly for Jules to hear as he steered him into the kitchen, then louder. "As a matter of fact, yes, I was cooking eggs."

[ohohpointfive.livejournal.com]

"I can help," Jules told him helpfully. Maybe now that Da had gone insane he'd be less of a kitchen tyrant.

[doubleohblonde]

Not so much, no. "You're going to sit out of the way, watch, and not touch anything unless I say you can."

[ohohpointfive.livejournal.com]

Jules scowled. "But Da!"

[doubleohblonde]

"I mean it young man," Bond said flatly, before blinking and wondering where the hell that'd come from. The fact he hadn't also threatened to tell the boy's mother was no relief, either, since he was most definitely Not Thinking about that.

[ohohpointfive.livejournal.com]

"Fine," Jules grumbled, settling in to watch Da as he started cooking again. "I'm telling Mum though."

[doubleohblonde]

"You can tell her whatever you'd like," Bond replied, ignoring the twisting in his chest in favour of wondering if he could trick Jules into attaching himself to Aravis.