Quiet life not permitted, Fox Everton woke up at the exact time as any other and on a weekend, no doubt. Well, technically this day simply constituted as one of his days off, but to him, actual weekend or not, it sure felt like one. Thunderstorms be damned, mornings invigorated him to no end and with his morning jog out of the way, that only ever left room for breakfast on a full stomach. After the shower, which left his hair a short mop of a mess atop his head.
The head of his lone cat poked from beyond the door to his room, a sleepy patter of feet following. "Finally up, Romeo?" he talked, cracking a few eggs on the pan already sizzling with butter. The cat meowed, lazy and drawn out as he climbed onto the island behind Fox. "Don't give me that. It's your fault for staying up with all the ladies around here," he chided, throwing a look over his shoulder to watch as said cat fell right back to sleep, "or, I mean, you can just relocate."
With the eggs and bacon sizzling, Fox slid the phone from his pocket into the stereo designed specifically for the device. He scrolled through the playlists before finding one he liked best. Swift for the mornings made for fantastic days ahead and a bright smile scrawled his features at the tune that popped up first. No one could deny, at the age he currently was, that there would at least be two fuzzy break ups. He had his fair share.
He hummed along, his hips shimmying to the beat while his hands worked the eggs over with whatever seasoning he desired. When the chorus broke out, he spun fully before stopping to point at his cat. His shoulder and back dropped as the notes did and he picked himself back up again to fully belt out, "We are never ever getting back together. You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me." The cat merely opened an eye at the absolute asshole his owner was making of himself. Must be a recurrence because the cat almost immediately rolled over to face away from Fox.
"Hey, asshole. I took singing lessons with my dance lessons. Don't turn away from me—falling for it screaming that I'm right. And you would hide away and find your peace of mind," he moved back into the song at just the right moment, turning on his toes to artfully turn the eggs at the same moment. Fox continued humming, keeping his body moving in time. Once he was certain he wouldn't leave the eggs to burn, he made a show of footwork toward the door to the terrace, spatula still in hand.
"Ooooh, yeah, ooooh," he continued bursting through the doors with little regards to anyone else. He likely should have been quieter, though the next part did allow him that as he looked out into the streets and sniffed the still rain damp air.
"And I used to think that we were forever ever. And I used to say, 'Never say never.'"
Fox closed his eyes, breathing deeply while he swayed. He smiled, though, feeling the song catch up as Taylor talked and after another deep breath, he sprang onto the balcony railings to balance on his free hand. Twisting, he nearly missed the cue as he rolled down and slid across the tile of his balcony, belting out the sustained note almost as loud as he could, "No!" In an invigorated burst, he spun back to his feat to throw his arms out and pop his legs wide. The chorus sounded again and, in that instant, he let the spatula fly. He didn't quite notice until he swung forward and back in a turn as he shuffled his feet and thrust himself inside whilst the song still blared in the background, his body moving perfectly to the beat as he shimmied.
Stopping mid lunge, he blinked a few times before narrowing his eyes. Fox averted his attention back to his hands, palms spread wide to display absolutely nothing but the lines creasing them.
"Shit."
Without a second thought, he shut the door to his balcony shut, locked it and moved to the now burning meal on his pan. A few more choice curse words flung from his lips as he slid what he could save (and scrap off with a fork) onto a lone plate. That exact moment the phone cued David Bowie and his lazy tone singing the chorus of Space Oddity. Another shit left his mouth as he burned his finger on the pan and moved to answer.
"The hell do you want, Derek?"
"You got the report jackass?"
"What?"
"For... oh my God, you staid up all night watching Lord of the Rings didn't you?"
Fox scoffed. "No, actually, I was gonna do that today until you rudely interrupted my breakfast. What the hell is this about a report?"
"Dreyfuss needed a report of all your data on the bug samples near the lake today. You know, the one with all the chemical plants around it. What the hell have you been doing all month?"
"Not sitting at my desk with a thumb up my ass trying to Iron Man a Warlock on WoW instead of treating my pimple face."
"Fuck you. Where is it, dude?"
"Office, top left drawer," he paused, setting down his things and pouring himself a glass of orange juice he retrieved from the fridge, "And don't you fucking dare look up 'black cock' on my computer or so help me—"
The individual on the other side of the phone chimed in to speak, perfectly harmonized, with Fox, "—I'll let your next wife know you've got a daredevil kink and you'll be staring down the base of the Grand Canyon next time you fuck."
"Wh-what?" Fox blinked, "I... you went on a totally different tangent. I was gonna threaten ca—is that really what goes through your mind on a daily basis?"
"I haven't gotten any sleep. Just e-mail me the data when you get it."
"Alright?" Fox shifted his jaw as he spoke, looking down at the burned eggs and bacon. His eyes snapped up at the curt knock on his door. He tapped the red button on his phone before calling out.
"It's unlocked!"
(@Whoever wants to be his next door neighbor!! ;D)