Sunlight traveled in through the open window, giving the various scattered robot parts a dull glow. Light fell on Dirk's sleeping eyes, making him blink. He lazily rolled over to the side of the bed, squinting at the digital alarm clock on his dresser. 9:45 AM.
"Oh shit!" Dirk sprang out of bed and ran to the bathroom, with just his boxers. Ten minutes later he came out shaved and fully dressed, his shades in his hand as he tried to slip on his shoes. He raced down the stairs, taking two at a time, and nearly tackled Jake down when he reached the kitchen.
"Whoa, hey! I made breakfast," Jake greeted with a smile. He barely had time to turn around when Dirk was already out the door, a piece of toast in one hand and his keys in the other.
"Sorry! I'm late for work!"
"On a Saturday?" Dirk stopped mid-step. He slowly turned and found Jake with a hand over his mouth, trying to contain his laughter. Dirk shut the door behind him, tossed his keys on the counter, and kicked off his shoes. He swallowed the toast he had in one bite. Dirk took off his shirt and pants and threw them in the general direction of the couch.
"It's a bit early for that, don't you think?" Jake eyed Dirk in his smuppet boxers, a playful grin gracing his lips. Dirk, ignoring the suggestive comment, began to make his way back upstairs.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to bed," Dirk called over his shoulder. He kicked the door to his bedroom open, placed his shades next to his clock, and flopped into bed. After a while he felt Jake slide in next to him.
"Are we just gonna lie here all day?" Jake wondered out loud while staring at the ceiling.
"Enjoy it. Could be worse, y'know..." A few minutes later Jake could hear Dirk's soft snoring and smiled. Well it can't get any better, Jake thought.