Sunday 1.3-Cute things are often loud.

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[OOC: I am so so very sorry! Please forgive my lateness, this weekend got all screwy with scheduling, and I submit myself to severe tongue-lashings. I shall endeavor so that it never happens again. Please forgive me! I hate making bad first impressions! ;_; ]

Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty. Thirty-one. Thirty-two. Thirty CHEEP-CHEEP!

 

There was a cheerful and highly irritating chirruping invading Ken’s zone. Damn. He’d woken up twelve minutes earlier than the alarm and had automatically started his morning stretches without turning it off. He finished the crunch and rolled to his feet, searching for the button to make the noise stop. It took him three more cheeps, but it was finally silenced.

 

Why didn’t it sound this annoying in the department store? He ran a hand through his hair and glared at the clock, as though it purposefully changed its tone right after purchase. Ken sighed. If the poor salesman hadn’t looked so pleadingly desperate, he probably wouldn’t have bought the stupid thing to begin with. You’d think I’d be immune to the “puppy eyes” routine by now…Omi could probably teach that guy a lesson or two.

 

The hundred questions that wanted to follow that thought (why aren’t you immune then why were you noticing his eyes why compare them to OMI’s eyes why are you such a sucker) were swiftly cut down and fed to the stomach demons. The stomach demons, however, were not placated by such paltry offerings and loudly demanded a better sacrifice.

 

“Ken-kuuuun! Wake up! There are hot pancakes on the table!” 

Saved! Ken’s eyes lit up as he bounced toward the door, re-tying the strings on his comfy gray sweats and tugging down his t-shirt. If Omi was trying to ruse him out of bed with the sweet lie of pancakes, he was getting seriously head-locked. He opened the door with a whoosh, the scent of pancakes hitting him even as he asked “Are you serious?!”