Home Sweet Home [Ki, Naoki, Yuki, + Others]

Katsuo wasn't all that surprised when Yuki walked in. In fact, if he'd had to guess who the arrival would have been, the other boy would have been his first choice. And Yuki sounded pleased about the tea....It was typically cheaper than coffee and--for some strange reason--easier to nab, as well. As far as Katsuo knew, they were actually out of coffee anyway. Ki, and sometimes Nozomi as well, had a liking for the stuff, so Katsuo figured maybe he could get some for them later. He'd abandoned coffee the day he'd left home. It was his father's favorite drink and his choice liquid for his son's athletic performance. Katsuo had always found his dad somewhat thick for not knowing that the stuff caused a serious stunt in growth--he knew it was probably partly to do with why he was currently so short and unlikely to grow any more.

"It'll give you any extra boost of energy," the harsh old man used to say.

Katsuo turned the page of his newspaper, subconsciously saying to himself, "Yeah right."

Yuki was looking pretty adorable still in his pajamas, and he came into the room smiling and waving. "Morning..." Yuki sounded pretty content, but groggy as hell. That was quite uncharacteristic and Katsuo thought it might be a good idea to ask if anything had gone wrong the night before, but first he offered his own good-natured smile and wave.

"No surprise to see you." Katsuo looked up to his his good friend and adopted family member, then calmly returned his gaze back to his newspaper. "What would I do with my life if Yuki wasn't the one coming into the kitchen first?" He finished the sentence he'd last left off at in the newspaper, then--without looking up--asked, "You get enough sleep last night? You look pretty tired, Yuki..."

"Hope you don't mind if I start up with breakfast."

Katsuo watched Yuki set to work with a bunch of breakfast items and immediately knew what his good friend was going to be making when he caught sight of the rice.

He laughed. "You know I'm not complaining." He folded up the newspaper, thinking he'd finish it later on, while waiting for all the guys to get back from their night ventures--in the event they split up--and leaned back in his chair, yawning.

"So...did you have any good dreams last night, Kat?"

Katsuo watched Yuki set to work making the breakfast and shrugged. "A few nightmares...the roof leaking, Naoki growing up and moving out, some sea monster coming after our warehouse from the ocean...then a decent dream where we won a lottery for a month's worth of pizza--come on, Yuki!" Katsuo smirked. "You know my dreams are a bunch of garbage. How about you?"

Outfit here.

Naoki couldn't frigging sleep.

That was definitely a first, at least in a long time.

At first, Naoki had tried to remain in bed and see if he could recover some of the lost shut-eye, maybe by just lying there...but after so many minutes of tossing and turning and staring up at the dingy warehouse ceiling, Naoki knew he was hoping for something that wasn't going to come. So with the same kind of depressed spirits as a kid who just discovered that Santa Claus isn't real, Naoki took one look at his brother, sleeping perfectly, sighed, and forced himself up.

Naoki took a quick look in the mirror opposite Ki and his bed. He'd recently gotten his hair cut--courtesy of Nozomi, who'd had some free time--and then proceeded to dye his hair on his own. It had come out pretty good, though like with most of his styles, it made him look much older than he was. Anyway, Naoki wasn't complaining. The older he looked, the less trouble he would seem in the real world, where anyone 18 or younger became Hunger Games bait....
All in all, the styling hadn't come out too bad either. He was looking a bit off because he hadn't gotten enough sleep, but other than that, he thought he looked pretty good.

Naoki looked down at his outfit. He'd fallen asleep in the street clothes he'd been wearing yesterday--a light blue sweatshirt and khaki shorts. Now that he thought about it, all he could remember was coming home and practically passing out. He'd had a long day of thieving, nearly been caught, then had to pretty much run home all the way from the nearby District--which was a quite a run indeed. He and his family lived on the outskirts of District 1, so they were pretty much farthest from most everywhere.

Naoki heard movement in the kitchen and knew instantly that it was either Katsuo or Yuki, possibly both. Nozomi tended to get up around 9 or so, unfailingly, and usually Naoki and his brother would be up around that time too, if there was a job to be done for the day. Sometimes earlier, if there was a super important job. But most days when there wasn't much work that needed to be done, Naoki and Ki could sleep past 12 in the afternoon. Naoki knew he would have done the same today, most likely, had he not suddenly been attacked by the "Sleep Prevention Monster." It had been a long time since he hadn't been able to sleep.....and if he recalled correctly, the last time that had happened had been years before, when he'd lost some of his family.

Naoki brushed the thought aside and headed for the sounds of life.

"Breaaaaaakfast's not ready!"

Naoki arrived in the kitchen about the same time that Yuki decided to sing him a ballad about their unfinished breakfast, complete with a charming wink over at Katsuo, who Naoki noticed was sitting at the table. Naoki offered him a half-hearted, groggy wave.

"Why are you so....awake in the morning?" Naoki ran a hand through his hair and slunk down into one of the kitchen chairs, folding his arms on the table so that he could rest his head in them. He sniffed the air. "Does smell good though...."