Reborn Kumos
TIME
As the first rays of sun peeked through the small gaps in the blinds, Flammable groaned softly and rolled over, facing his back towards the window. Was the sun always so bright? He reached out behind him to grab the extra pillow from the far side of his bed, but instead of cold, cotton linen, his hand fell on warm, smooth skin. Syn... Abel bit his lip to try and smother the grin that was spreading across his face, but the efforts were in vain. He rolled back over and opened his eyes. Synecdoche lay sprawled out next to him, tangled in the sheets, with his mouth hanging open slightly. A small puddle of drool has accumulated on the sheets at the corner of Syn’s mouth, and Abel couldn’t suppress the giggle that came to his lips. 
Abel took a deep breathe, smelling the faint scent of alcohol that followed him home every day from his job as a bartender. Upon taking another sniff, he caught a whiff of bacon frying downstairs. Tisky must be up already, he mused. As he heard his stomach grumble softly Abel got an idea. I’ll make Syn some pancakes! He slowly slid off of the bed, careful not to wake Syn and quietly crept out of the room. Abel headed downstairs to the kitchen and found a bathrobe clad Tisky delicately transferring bacon from a frying pan to his plate. 
“Morning,†Abel said sleepily as he walked to the pantry.“Good morning,†Tisky replied. “I’ll be out of your way in a moment; I’m gonna head out to the porch to eat since the weather is fantastic.â€
“Alright.†Abel combed the shelves in the closet, searching for the various ingredients he’d need. He exited the closet with a bag of flour, a can of baking powder, a big bowl and a bag of sugar. Abel stood glancing between the recipe card and the ingredients; he had never cooked before and he wasn’t quite sure how to measure out the flour and the sugar.
I guess I can just rip the top open and pour it into the measuring cup. He tried this with the flour and promptly spilled it all over counter top. Shit... Oh well, I’ll just toss it in the bin once I’m done. He dumped the flour that had made it into the cup into the mixing bowl and poured another, spilling even more flour. Abel did the same with the sugar and the baking powder. By the end a pile of white powder surrounded the bowl. Now for the milk, eggs, and butter. He attempted to balance the milk jug, stick of butter and eggs as he walked from the refrigerator back to the counter. Abel groaned as one of the eggs slipped from his fingers and smashed on the floor. He quickly grabbed another and hurriedly set all the stuff down next to the bowl. He cracked the eggs into the bowl and, somewhat predictably, ended up picking bits of shell out of mixture. 
Softened butter? I guess you just stick it in the microwave. Abel grabbed the stick of butter and stuck it in the microwave. 30 seconds later when the microwave dinged Abel opened the microwave to a smaller stick sitting in a pool of melted butter. Oops. He grabbed the stick and carried it dripping over to the bowel. After pouring the milk in and mixing everything together, Abel pulled out the griddle and plugged it in. It was at that moment that Croissant walked in and froze midstride. After surveying the mess--a pile of flour and sugar, a smashed egg on the ground, and a pool of butter dripping out of the microwave--Croissant walked over to Abel and took the bowl and spoon away from him.
