"A Normal Tuesday Morning"

"*Snore* heaheahea.... *snore*..."

Kassi sleeps on, completely under his covers, chuckling everytime he exhales. So far, it was a pretty normal Tuesday, at 8 o'clock in the morning...

*BlEEPBlEEPBLEEPBLEEP!!*

Kassi brings his hand out from under the covers and hits his alarmclock, which was already broken. The alarm continues. Kassi sits up, letting the covers fall off his head. He stumbles to the window, wearing nothing more than a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt. His normally squinty, rusty-brown eyes, are wide, and bloodshot. He strains his eyes as he looks up and seems to shout to the floor above him.

"Ay! Turn that damned thing off!"

The beeping stops.

"Go *out* for breakfast, why don't you?! You'll burn the freaking building down!"

Yes. A normal Tuesday morning. Feeling satisfied, Kassi rubs his eyes and makes his way back to his bed. Taking his oh so stylish glasses off the nightstand, Kassi puts them on and looks at his watch, since his alarm clock didn't even show the time anymore. He grunts and runs a hand through his extremely messy hair. Kassi busses his tired self to the small kitchenette, and nukes himself a nice hot bowl of oatmeal. He eats the oatmeal as slow as he always does, then sets the bowl in the sink, saying to himself he'll do dishes later. The bowl settles itself on top of a plate with some old potatoes, which has been sitting there for four days now.

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After that nice hot shower, Kassi wraps himself in a towel, and places his glasses back on. He stumbles back to his bedroom, still not quite awake, and looks for any sort of clothes that were moderately clean, and didn't smell that bad. He really needed to do laundry. He told himself that he would do it later, and got dressed in a pair of khakis, a short sleeved orange-yellow shirt, with a white and magenta hawaiian print shirt over top. As he brushes out several crumbs from his outfit, here and there, he makes his way back to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

He lets the toothpaste get into a nice foam around his mouth as he brushes away at those teeth of his. Kassi rinses his mouth out, with a glass of water, and then smiles to make sure he got everything. His hand passes over the floss as he reaches for his retainer and pops it in his mouth, wondering why he had to choose to wear a retainer in the first place. He reaches for his brush, next, to tame his hair. After much yelling, brushing, and styling mousse, Kassi finally had his hair just the way he wanted it...which, in actuality, wasn't much different from when he first woke up. A good comb would have fixed it. As Kassi pulls on a pair of socks, which, besides his boxers, were the only actual clean clothes he had, he makes his way to the front door, grabbing his wallet and other things, thinking on how much of a pain this was. He slips on some sandals, and walks out the door, and down the three flights of stairs. Five minutes later he walks back up the stairs and stalks back to his apartment. Kassi pushes open the door and mutters.

"Needtoremembertoomanythings, hrumph, wherearemykeys, theretheyare. *snort* It'stooearlyforworking. Whydidn'tItaketheafternoonshift..."

With that, he closes and locks his door, stashing the keys in his pocket, and makes his way back down those three flights of stairs. Kassi shields his eyes as he steps out into the bright morning sun. He yawns as he makes his way to the public school to start another fun filled day of nothing. Yes. The typical Tuesday morning.