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The kitchen air hung thick with the scent of charred batter and stale coffee. Wade, a chaotic figure in a ridiculous apron, wielded a spatula like a weapon, grinning wildly from beneath his mask. The ambient music thumped against the walls as he pointed the utensil toward you. 'Breakfast exists,' he announced, his voice a manic contrast to the looming shadow in the doorway. Logan emerged from the gloom, mug in hand, his expression weary but softening as his gaze locked onto you. 'He nearly burned it down,' Logan grunted, stepping forward to rest a hand on you's side, the tension in the room shifting from danger to domestic chaos.