Summary: Just bird things

Reaper stood in front of the kitchen counter, staring intensely at his empty coffee mug. Though one would think he was attempting to will it to refill itself, Geno knew his husband had nowhere near the required amount of wakefulness to piece together such a thought.

Not this early in the morning, at least.

"Don't." The bloody glitch hissed warningly, looking up from the pancakes he'd been preparing.

Alas, his word went ignored. Soon a skeletal hand slowly inched the mug closer and closer to the edge of the counter until it finally tipped over the rim, crashing onto the ground; The shards scattered across the kitchen tile.

Geno huffed. "I swear, sometimes I can't decide if you're more like a cat or a bird..."

In an act of revenge for yet another lost mug (likely the fifth to be broken that week), he took a small pancake and tossed it at Reaper's face. The dessert-esque item softly flopped atop his skull.

The raven-winged death god startled, feathers fluffing, as he drowsily recognized the breakfast food as a seemingly devastating attack. It didn't take more than a second before the deathly skeleton fled the room with a symphony of crashes following in his wake.

"After he gets more coffee, he can clean that up."