33 Apocalypse Ave, what do you mean it's Friday morning again?

[existencemisspent]

Eliot stood in the kitchen window, watching the marshmallow snow and enjoying a hot cup of coffee. And a sense of nearly overwhelming deja vu.

"Seriously," he muttered. "I thought these things were meant to change every day."

The oven timer dinged. Eliot frowned at it, then looked over at the stairs.

"Really, Bambi? Leftover pizza for breakfast two days in a row?"

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[existencemisspent]

"Leftovers of leftovers. You're all class, my dear." He frowned. ". . . Didn't you wear that yesterday?"

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“You don’t get to shame me for leftovers, your own are in the fucking fridge,” Margo said, staring at him as her hand slowed. “And no, of course not.”

[existencemisspent]

"No, I ate them last night." Eliot opened the fridge to show her.

And saw his leftovers.

"What. The actual fuck."

In his defense, his previous experience with being awake in a timeloop involved way less leftovers and way more death. Also, they were only 15 seconds long.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“Jesus christ, how much were you drinking last night?” Margo asked, strolling briskly past him to get her breakfast.

[existencemisspent]

"I'm not hungover," Eliot said, and it was even true! For once. "Margo," he said, his gut sinking. "What day is it?"

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Margo opened up the oven door. “Friday, you dick. Sit down, I’ll get you the hangover cure.”

[existencemisspent]

Eliot set his coffee down with a long sigh.

"I'm in the world's stupidest timeloop."

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“What?” Margo retreated from the oven with her plate. “. . . fuck, tell me we haven’t been Chatwinned again.”

[existencemisspent]

"I don't think so," Eliot mused. "Jane's work was much more subtle. I'd guess this was a Fandom deal."

But why the hell was he awake in it?

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“And why the fuck do I think it’s Friday and you don’t?” Margo asked. “. . . no, don’t answer that, I need a bite to eat.”

[existencemisspent]

"Because Fandom hates me," Eliot guessed. "Nothing even exciting happened yesterday. Today. Whichever."