[It is strange, to not have a rumble spring up as Kirei awakes in time for his classes. A complaint as he shifts. Gods don't get cricks in the neck. Apparently. And it is strange, to not have to dodge a pile of blankets as he walked. To be able to click the light on as soon as he woke up. The sheets kicked off in the night, which lacks a nearly disheveled pile on the floor of the bed to join them.
But awake he does. Firmly Saturday now. No homework to contend with. He could sleep in, if he wanted. Roll over. Go back to sleep. But he shuffles off the sleepy coil. Lets his feet find flat slippers. Wanders into the main room in search of tea and breakfast. Not paying attention to the time that blinked on digital clocks. Glances at the front door. The smudges in front of it.
Meh. Tea first. Cleaning second. The floors creak and shift beneath his feet.]
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But awake he does. Firmly Saturday now. No homework to contend with. He could sleep in, if he wanted. Roll over. Go back to sleep. But he shuffles off the sleepy coil. Lets his feet find flat slippers. Wanders into the main room in search of tea and breakfast. Not paying attention to the time that blinked on digital clocks. Glances at the front door. The smudges in front of it.
Meh. Tea first. Cleaning second. The floors creak and shift beneath his feet.]