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"mornin'," keagan repeats back with a lazy lift of his mug as if he were on autopilot. closing his eyes for a moment, the witch takes a few deep breaths to try and center himself and help the pounding in his head subside a bit before he peels them open again to glance over at the man joining him. how was he in such a good mood this early in the morning?
rising from his seat at the island, keagan trudges over to gather a fresh mug for his guest and begins pouring him coffee when something he said made the witch pause. generosity is the mark of a good kind; good he'd keep the shirt then. right. last night keagan had called him your higness a few times in the heat of the moment, among other things, but he didn't know what he was actually supposed to call him. the most he knew about royalty and politics was diana's iconic revenge dress and the plot of princess diaries.
"so," he asked with a grunt as he finished pouring the other a cup of coffee. "what exactly am i supposed to call you now? your highness? prince ricardo? rico?" it might have seemed like a silly question to ask but after last night? "i'm fine with whatever you want, but your highness feels a bit formal after i swallowed your load in a bar bathroom before even getting you back here." keagan pointed out bluntly.
"here," he added on, nonchalantly changing the subject, as he slowly walked over to hand rico his coffee. "did you want me to add cream and sugar? i should have some around here somewhere..."
Rico wakes up disoriented and wonders where in the fresh hell he is. The bed is definitely not his. The sheets are not as soft and don't smell like they usually do. And then he slowly starts to remember that he sneaked out again, met a man at a bar and well, one thing led to another and they ended up here. His retainer is not going to be happy...
He crawls out of the bed and walks out of the room wearing nothing but his underwear. "Good morning, my friend!" He greets jovially and immediately notices his shirts on Keagan. "Oh, no worries. Generosity is the mark of a good king." He laughs, "and after the night we had, I believe you have earned more than my shirts." Not that he had shortage on getting lovers back at the castle, there is something exciting about finding someone 'at a bar' and 'hitting it off' just like in the movies or TV shows. Or using one of those 'applications'. So convenient.
"Yes, I shall have coffee." Rico remembers the peasant manners and adds, "thank you." He then starts looking for his 'phone' so he can 'text' his retainer.
"huh? oh, no. if anything i wound up sleeping a bit better than usual because of last night; because of you..." keagan explained with a halfhearted smile. "sleep is just something that's always alluded me. which is funny when you consider the facts." mainly the fact that he was a witch and even when he turned to spells or potions he never managed to feel fully rested no matter how long he slept. maybe he was cursed to always be tired; or maybe it had something to do with his caffeine codependency. "unless you have some trick stronger than my own magic to make me feel rested, no." he answered with a matter-of-fact nod of his head and loose shrug of his shoulders. "--but it's fine, really. i'll be alright. that's what coffee is for."
"got it, i'll do my best to remember you actually deserve a title in public but for now i'll just stick with rico." he teased slightly, more of his personality starting to return to the surface as he consumed more and more coffee. "yeah, unfortunately i'm not really known for being much of a gentleman," keagan joked at his own expense, "so you should definitely take my number if you ever feel like enjoying some... unbecoming company again."
"shit," the witch cursed as he furrowed his brows, his right hand lifting to pinch at the bridge of his nose. "i didn't even consider the fact you probably don't drink coffee on the regular-- or at all for that matter." can he even drink coffee? keagan didn't know much about vampires aside from what he'd read in a few grimoires and the few he had crossed paths with in his life-- and shockingly enough, none of those sources every breached the topic of what he should offer for breakfast the morning after.
"uh, everybody is different but most people put a couple spoons of sugar and some milk to cool it off and sweeten it up since coffee can be very bitter on it's own. i, on the other hand, prefer it that way..."
"I'm sorry to hear you didn't sleep well! Was it because of me?" Rico asks with a sad frown. To be fair, this is one of the few times he woke up later than his attendant. They usually suffer from exhaustion and blood loss. And Rico has to remind himself that he is not in his kingdom. People here are not his royal subjects. The whole point of this little picnic of his is to experience the world outside. And catch thieves, if it comes to that. "Anything I can do to help?" He offers, fascinated by the kitchen and coffee machine and everything in between.
His attention snaps back to Keagan and the question. "Oh, forget formality. This isn't the court and we're not even in public. In private, you can just call me Ricardo or Rico, either way works. In official capacity, though, your highness or Prince Ricardo should suffice." He grins at the mention of last night, "it was a bit unbecoming of a gentleman to... fornicate in the bathroom but it was exciting, I must say."
He takes the mug, clearly excited to try the coffee. "Thank you. What do you... regular people put in your coffee? I cannot say I've actually had homebrewed coffee."
