BEEP BEEP BEEP B-
The alarm clock was quickly turned off by the now wide awake Vash. At the same time, a groan was heard from the room's closet. Vash chuckled softly and walked over to the source of the sound.
"Legatooo, wake uuuuup." he said as he knocked on the closet door.
No response. Vash slid the door open to see a ball of blankets underneath the hangers that held his and Knives' coats. At first he tried to shake the sleeping form awake, but when that didn't work he began to pull Legato out of the warmth of his blankets. Unsurprisingly, he didn't take to this too kindly and began to thrash against Vash's hold on him.
"Hey, stop!", Vash cried out trying to avoid being hit by the blue haired boy, "C'mon don't be like that! You can sleep when you're dead!"
Legato fell limp in Vash's arms. Slightly taken aback at the sudden lack of movement, he gently placed the child on the floor.
"Le-ga-to?", Vash softly poked him in the stomach.
No response.
"Hey, are you ok-", he was cut off by Legato sucker punching him in the stomach.
Falling to the ground with a thud, Vash watched Legato scramble to the mess of blankets that was his bed. Quickly placing a stick between the sliding door and wall, Legato locked the door of his "room". Annoyed, Vash picked himself up and tried to open the door.
"Just get up please. It's not that hard."
'You can't tell me what to do Vash the Stampede.'
He frowned slightly at the mention of his nickname. "Will you come out for breakfast?"
The closet door slid open a bit. A gold eye peered through.
'What are we having?'
"Bacon and eggs."
'oh'
Disappointed he started to slide the door close.
"Wait, I can make pancakes too if you want!"
"..."
"Is that a yes?"
"..."
"No? I can't understand you if you don't talk to me!"
"I know.", Legato smirked within the darkness.
Done with Legato's nonsense Vash pryed the closet door open. He swooped down and grabbed Legato, swinging him over his shoulder and carrying him like a sack of potatoes. Legato cried out in protest, screaming (mentally) and kicking and doing whatever he could to inflict eternal pain and suffering to Vash the Stampede.
'LET GO OF MEEEEEEEE!', he screeched.
"I'm sorry! I didn't want it to come to this but you left me no choice!", Vash explained.
The truth was that if Vash didn't pull Legato out of bed every morning, he would've stayed in that closet until Knives called him or he went on a binge eating spree. And Vash's conscious wouldn't have allowed him to sleep at night til he had done something about it. So, here he was carrying a screaming child to the kitchen. It had been like this for quite a while.
Finally making it to the dinner table, he dropped Legato in one of the chairs.
"See that wasn't so bad. Now what do you want-"
'Death'
"For breakfast. What do you want for breakfast."
"..."
"Alright, well I'm going to start cooking and well why don't you help me make the pancakes?"
Begrudgingly Legato got up from his chair and helped Vash make pancakes.