Ken's body woke him up at 5am, as it always did. Yawning, he fumbled out of bed and nearly tripped over a pile of clothes. Mild curses escaped his lips as he wandered and eventually pulled clean clothes out of his closet. Shoving a shirt over his head and pulling off the sweatpants he wears to bed to replace them with jeans, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, effectively brushing it. After running through that morning ritual, he picked up the soccer ball in the corner and crept out of his room and down to the kitchen. He grimaced in the thought of trying to make his own breakfast (as always) and found the cereal box and raided the fridge for milk. After picking out a bowl and spoon, he looked at the milk and cereal like they were wild animals. He wrestled with the cereal box and eventually managed to dump its contents in his bowl (as well as a good portion on the counter). He then handled the milk cautiously and managed to not spill any. Proud of himself he put the milk in the fridge...and with dismay discovered all too late that he hand forgotten the cap and saved as much milk as possible from spilling. He groaned, cursed, and began to clean up the kitchen, sopping up the milk and dumping the cereal on the counter back into the bad of the box. He shoved everything away, annoyed, before sitting down and devouring the breakfast he had worked so hard for. Once finished, he disdainfully dumped the bowl and spoon in the sink before grabbing his soccer ball, looking at it, then putting it down. He paused again and smiled a little and conveniently put it where Yoji would trip on it before slipping out the door and into the Koneko and out that door onto the sidewalk. He breathed in, coughed, sighed, then began his morning run.
Omi walked into the kitchen and surveyed the disaster area and sighed, "No matter how much he tries, he'll never be able to clean it entirely." Omi began the daily clean up after Ken. He looked at the wet paper towels near the fridge and wondered just what Ken had managed to do THIS time. He slowly opened the door and saw the greatly depleated milk supply and grimaced. That was the third time this week that that had happened. When would Ken learn that the cap is not there for decoration? He pulled out the milk and put it on the counter, glad to see that no part of it was broken. He was so happy it was the weekend-no school, and no need to rush (thank god!). He pulled out the tray of eggs and began to make himself scrambled eggs, only to be startled by a loud crash and much thudding. Omi dashed out of the kitchen-only to find a very sore and very cross yoji sitting at the bottom of the stairs. Omi wondered how this happened, and then saw a soccer ball making its way slowly down the steps, as if it was proud of the havoc wrought. The ball was obviously Ken's, but whether put somewhere by malign purpose or simply accidental, would never be known to any of the members of weiss except for Ken. OMi helped Yoji to his feet as Yoji complained about a sore ass and walked him into the kitchen where the eggs were near burning. Omi managed to salvage them, not too burnt, and plopped them onto a plate before munching on them. The weekends always did start with a bang.