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Mornings (Tezuryo; 100 words)
Mar. 14th, 2007 05:55 pmFor completeness, or something. An insta!drabble, written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bookshop's pic prompt.
Ryoma hated mornings. He would have loathed them, except that loathing took more energy, and at six in the morning, he needed what little energy he did have to avoid walking into furniture, or Karupin. He hated mornings more when his mother was away on business and his idiot father was in charge of meals, because then there wasn’t even have a proper breakfast to make it bearable.
He found that he didn’t mind six o’clock in the morning quite so much, though, when he stumbled into the kitchen to find buchou sitting at the table, sipping tea.
bookshop's pic prompt.Ryoma hated mornings. He would have loathed them, except that loathing took more energy, and at six in the morning, he needed what little energy he did have to avoid walking into furniture, or Karupin. He hated mornings more when his mother was away on business and his idiot father was in charge of meals, because then there wasn’t even have a proper breakfast to make it bearable.
He found that he didn’t mind six o’clock in the morning quite so much, though, when he stumbled into the kitchen to find buchou sitting at the table, sipping tea.
