<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Time ceased to mean anything when Theo threw himself into his art. It offered a welcome distraction, which he always dove into wholeheartedly. Hunger or a well needed bathroom break the only things that would drag him out of it. This night was no different. It was the insistent grumbling of his stomach that eventually had him stepping away from the canvas. Blowing a stray lock of blonde hair out of his eyes, he studied his work. His hands were covered in paint up to his wrists, and he absently wiped them against his jeans, catching himself mid-motion and clicking his tongue. "Damnit." Stepping into the kitchen to rinse his hands, he used an arm to get the water running. <br/>
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He didn't spend much time trying to get rid of all the paint, just enough to be able to grab his phone and not leave coloured splotches and smears all over the screen.<br/>
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Tapping the first name on his most recent contacts list, he placed the device to his ear as he moved over to open the fridge. <br/>
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Empty. <br/>
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Of course it was. He was supposed to have gone shopping earlier today.<br/>
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The phone picked up on the sixth ring and a voice heavy with sleep, sighed, clearly none too enthused at the rude awakening. "Do you know what time it is?"<br/>
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Theo hadn't bothered to check the time and still made no move to do it now."If you're already sleeping, probably late." He pushed the fridge doors shut and padded over to flop on the couch, only to jump up a second later, remembering that he still had drying paint on his clothes. "Did you know the fridge was empty? I'm starving."<br/>
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"Yes...Didn't you get my note? And just order something if you're hungry. Or better yet, go to fucking sleep and let me get back to mine."<br/>
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Pursing his lips, Theo settled on the floor, letting his head fall back against the couch. As nice as that sounded, he knew he wouldn't be able to get to sleep, and he admitted just as much. "Can't sleep."<br/>
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Silence answered him for a long moment, before the voice on the other end sighed, again, and the sound of shuffling could be heard as they started to move around. "I'll pick something up on my way over."</span>