Ashton wakes up to a bright, open window, stinging his eyes as he flinches and turns his head and groans. He moans, rubbing his eyes as he sniffs, noticing that the next thing he smells is something burning.
Ashton blinks, confused, quickly sitting up and rubbing the back of his head, noticing his long, spikey hair is falling on his shoulders like a drape, and he has a clean black shirt and pair of really big and really long sweatpants on--both certainly not his size, and that he's been laying on a really soft bed, the pillows sucking him in and calling him back to lay on them.
Ashton almost does, but then he realizes that he has no idea where the fuck he is, and that should absolutely be the first thing he finds out before going back to sleep.
Ashton sighs, throwing the soft, thick blankets off his lap and across the bed as he hops down from the bed and stretches his arms, hearing the pleasant sound of his back cracking. Ashton turns to face the bed, examining the soft, clean sheets, the simple yet empty, and sort of dusty, room he's in. He takes in the white and black accents, the clean sheets, the clean but sort of dusty room that tickles his nose, and a thousand thoughts run through Ashton's mind at once.
Ashton shakes his head, realizing that he shouldn't ponder too much on the nice room he's awaken in, but more so how he even made it to the room in the first place. Ashton clears his throat, telling himself to be more cautious as he slowly walks out of the room and trudges through the hollow, hallway; the white walls cave in on him, watching him crouch as slow figures cast black shadows in the hallway, replicating him.
Ashton stands at the top of the short, hollow stair case, hearing soft voices resound within the space, followed by heavy curses and ill words, and finally, as Ashton flinches, squeezes his nose shut, he smells that foul-ass smell, way too pungent and undesirable for anyone not to notice.
Ashton slow creeks down the stairs, tip toeing his way down and he flinches with every creak his feet cause or even shaky breath he lets out as he feels his hand on the stairwell handle only slip a few times due to his nervousness and sweat building from his palms.
When Ashton finally makes it to the end of the staircase, he gulps, turning his head and slowly creeps in the short hallway until he reaches a open door frame; a door missing and instead carved into the wall as a soft, yellow light bounces through the room and illuminates soft hues.
Ashton gulps, staring at the short, small black table in the middle of the room, followed by louder curses and mumbles until a figure appears in his vision, wearing a bright pink and white strawberry-themed apron on with his glasses barely on his face and a deep scowl on his face and-oh, it's that guy-?
Ashton stills, stopping short as the other man stills, quickly whipping his head around and meeting eyes with a surprised Ashton, who flinches back and also trips over his own two feet. Ashton and--was his name Mad Dog or something--stare at each other for a few seconds before it's Mad Dog who clears his throat, looking away as he scowls at the messy bowl in his hands. Ashton's eyes move over to the contents of said bowl, his face morphed into disgust as he notices the awful stench and look of the contents.
"Uh...hi...I guess." Mad Dog said, gripping the spoon in the bowl as he clears his throat again. "'Morning, so something like that..."
"Uh, morning..." Ashton said, his eyes focused on the bowl in Mad Dog's hands. "What the hell is that and what the fuck is that smell?"
Mad Dog blinks, his dark eyes widen in surprise as he raises an eyebrow, and then he gasp, his ears burning red as the scowl on his face deepens.
"I-I was making breakfast, asshole!" Mad Dog said, gritting his teeth and pointing the contaminated spoon at Ashton's face. "I was just told I had to make room for a freaking roommate, and as pissed as I am about that, I thought maybe breakfast would be...uh...nice."
"So that explains the smell..." Ashton mutters, staring at the mess of the kitchen, the horrible smells coming from the stove--and as Ashton unconsciously walks over to the pot boiling on the stove, he makes a horrid face as he watches a very interesting connotation boiling in a large pot.
"It would have been nice if it wasn't poisonous!" Ashton exclaims, turning his head to an embarrassed looking Mad Dog, who stands next to Ashton and pears down at the pot, avoiding any and all eye contact. "Jesus, what the hell were you even making?!"
Mad Dog swallows, forcing continuously and evident avoidance of eye contact as Ashton stares at him hard enough to put a hole in Jin.
"...p-pancakes..." Mad Dog mutters, a red flush burning his pale ears "I was makin' pancakes..."
"What?!" Ashton roars, feeling sweat begin to form on his body. "I-what? How did-huh? How the fuck did you mess up so badly?!"
"...I don't know...I was following a recipe..." Mad Dog mutters, his tone soft and hestiant, and his face clearly showed how embarrassed he felt, and although Mad Dog was a bit of a asshole when they first met, and honestly, he's still partially a asshole, but at least he tried to do something nice, with good intentions (allegedly), although said nice thing will definitely kill Ashton if he eats any of it.
"...do you have any more of the ingredients left?" Ashton sighs, turning and looking up at Mad Dog, who blinks his eyes in surprise. "From the-uh...the recipe...?
Y-yeah, um...I do. I-clearly I'm not the best at cooking..." Mad Dog mutters, avoiding eye contact with Ashton. "That's why I always buy extra ingredients. In case of--well, you figured that out."
"Let me have your apron." Ashton said, stretching his hand out, beckoning for Mad Dog to hand over the pink apron.
"Uh-sure...?" Mad Dog said, looking down at his apron before he smoothly un-loops it from his neck and unties it from his back, clears his throat, and hands it over to Ashton, who elegantly puts the apron on and ties the strings of the apron in a pretty bow behind his back. Mad Dog blinks, watching as Ashton turns the stove off and goes to lift the heavy pot, but Mad Dog grabs his wrist, staring at Ashton in surprise.
"What?" Ashton said, raising a thick eyebrow. Mad Dog swallows, eyeing Ashton as he looks between him and the stove.
"W-what are you doing?" Mad Dog asked, his handsome face contoured to look confused and abashed.
"I'm making what you wanted." Ashton said, his voice laced with confusion as he stares back at Mad Dog. "You were making pancakes, right?"
Mad Dog blinks, slowly nodding his head, but then he clears his throat, swatting Ashton's hands away as he grabs the pot.
"If you want to try have it, go for it." Mad Dog said. "I can deal with the mess. At least."
Ashton blinks, his eyes wide in surprise before he curtly nods, turning his back to Mad Dog and starting on his task.