[ As the only person who didn't get wasted last night and one of two (to his knowledge) who went to bed at a reasonably decent hour, the front door closes on Jack's heels around eight AM. Washed and dressed for the day in his threadbare brown pants and a very green, very dragonish-themed hoodie pilfered from his boyfriend's closet, he's one of a handful of people in the queue at the nearby coffee shop and absent from the house barely half an hour. On quiet tiptoes does he pick his way back upstairs when he returns with a backpack of goodies, giving Elsa's bedroom a wide berth with a skitter up the staircase and closing (locking, just because) his bedroom door.
Looks like someone snoozed right through his plan of action. ]
Hiiiiccuuup. Hiccup, hey.
[ Planting two hot drinks on the nearby table, he kicks off his sneakers and climbs over the lump that passes for a human being, slouching against the pillows in the corner. From an unzipped bag comes the thick, cloying scent of toasted paninis, and he wafts it over. ]
T-T-T-TIMESKIP
Looks like someone snoozed right through his plan of action. ]
Hiiiiccuuup. Hiccup, hey.
[ Planting two hot drinks on the nearby table, he kicks off his sneakers and climbs over the lump that passes for a human being, slouching against the pillows in the corner. From an unzipped bag comes the thick, cloying scent of toasted paninis, and he wafts it over. ]
Wake up, fair prince, I slayed a dragon for you.