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Marcoa had woken up in bed again with his work chair right next to it. He squinted a little, unfocused brown eyes trying to see if Tom was sitting in it staring at him. Sometimes that happened, sometimes it didn't. When there was no human shape in said chair, the workaholic sat up and pushed a hand through his trussed up hair and felt it move against his scalp. Interesting that. If he hadn't looked into it, he would swear his hair hurt instead of his scalp.

He grabbed his glasses (which he assumed Tom took off of him when he rolled him to bed) and shoved them back on his face before climbing out of bed. Wheeling his chair back over to his office, he put it back in the spot and stood behind it to check over his numbers from last night.

No, came his tired mind. Coffee.

With a nod, and papers put down, the man shuffled to the kitchen without much to-do. Of course all this happened while his clothes were frumped, wrinkled, and from yesterday. They were still his work clothes for crying out loud!

"Tom?" He paused. "Tom is there coffee?" Was Tom even home?

Oh thank God, Tom was home. It sounded like he was in the kitchen, too. That meant the possibility for breakfast!

As his boyfriend yelled at him, Marcoa just snickered to himself and rounded the corner to see the other and arched a brow. "You know," he chimed, moving beside Tom, kissing his cheek. "You know I can honestly cook breakfast as long as I get at least a sip in, right?" There was a hip nudge before he wandered to the coffee pot. Black. Black coffee like his soul. He held the rapidly warming cup in his hands and took a slow sip from it before wincing.

"....Ow. Anyway.. Don't give the bees any eggs! That's not on their normal diet you could really hurt them! ...If they even.." Now there was an experiment in his head. "I'm pretty sure they don't eat eggs. if anything else you'll get stray dogs in the yard and mess up my bee hives!"

Training the dogs with eggs could work, if the eggs had meat in them. Before he got too wrapped up in this thought, Marcoa watched the other and then he couldn't help but laugh. At least he looked sheepish when he did.

"I was working! I thought I had an alarm set for myself.. I must have turned it off without even realizing it." It happened sometimes. Everyone did that, right? With the eggs going to the table, he sat himself down in front of them and sniffed. They smelled good and weren't runny or burnt.

"Maybe you defeated your enemy." He wrapped an arm around Tom's waist, squeezing him before sipping at his coffee with the other hand.

"Speaking of work. Today isn't actually a work day. It is a stay at home day. ...Stay at home and play with bees and you know, my radio boyfriend." He smirked a little and let Tom go before taking a fork and poking the eggs. They weren't going to come alive and eat him were they? No? Good. With that determined, he stabbed them and took a bite before nodding.

"Mm. You won this round."

So he did. Marcoa sighed and pushed his free hand through his hair as he scooped another forkful of eggs into his mouth. It was cute listening to Tom prattle on and get excited about these kind of things. It made him happy. Tom wanted to save the bees as much as he did and it got Marcoa's energy up.

"I could do that! I need to figure out how to best give out the information on making water for bees. Most water is way too deep for them and when they land to drink.. .they fall in and are too heavy to get out." He frowned at that and then pouted. "So yeah. I'm trying to get people to make shallow tiny spots where the bees can hydrate. It's really simple and not very costly. Just a pale, some wine corks, and water. See, you have to fill it only a little bit and put a lot of corks in there so the bees can land on them. Then they can drink without falling in. You could also do this with any sort of.. pie tin and some marbles or those smooth stones for fish bowls? Just don't fill the water to cover the stones." He nodded sagely and continued to eat his eggs.

"As for your black thumb?" He leaned over and flicked Tom in the temple. "It takes practice and patients to grow things! Don't beat yourself up."

"Well attractive bee water stations would be good. That's why the rocks and marbles are OK, too. They'll stay cool so the bees don't get burned."

Then Tom went on to talk about doing a segment on what if and Marcoa's eyes widened before he nodded eagerly. "If bees were gone, the whole world would end up suffering. Pollination wouldn't happen as frequently or evenly... which means fewer fruits and vegetables for people to eat and it's just.." He shook his head. "There's a lot of scientific facts I can print off for you and you can see if you want to include them?" The scientist paused and then looked a little sheepish. "If... you want to do it. You don't actually have to."

Tom came up with the best titles. It's why he was on the radio. The man laughed and leaned over to actually give the other a kiss and then leaned back again.

"I'm not a goof. You're the goof. I'm just very passionate about science and bees." Marcoa nodded at that and quickly leaned forward and pushed that thumbs up down. "Who even does that?" He laughed out, looking at his dork of a boyfriend.

"If you abuse sibling ties too much.... Well, I don't know. I don't have siblings. Is that really a thing? Siblings are fascinating. Twins too. Anyway. Besides breakfast, what's on the agenda for you until tonight?"

Maroca flinched when he went on about society wanting twins to bang and just wrinkled his nose. Ew, ugh. God, why? He sighed hard and gave Tom a look that calmly read 'please tone it down' and then shrugged.

"Well, don't let her abuse you too much, Tom. I know she's related and all, but you don't want to end up a crutch for her." With that, Marcoa got up and put his hand on Tom's shoulder, giving it a squeeze before he started clearing dishes from the finished breakfast.

So he mentioned nothing about what he was doing tonight, so Marcoa took that as he was free. Good. "I think we should go out for lunch. Maybe a nice picnic before I have to get you back to sleep for tonight." Who didn't like a little date night? Sometimes Marcoa hated his work because it kept him so busy. Grading student papers and what not was tiresome work when he had to fail quite a few people. He really did have to open his office after hours didn't he...? Bah, thoughts for another time.