It was a quiet, bright morning with great weather and bird Pokémon chirping happily to the sunny skies.
"HOLY CRAP I'M LATE!"
…Well, it was a quiet, bright morning with great weather and bird Pokémon chirping happily to the sunny skies. Now it was hectic.
Inside the house, Zoey Nozomi ran around her bedroom, hopping on one foot while the other waved around in the air, trying to fit itself into socks that just wouldn't cooperate. Still hopping, the young coordinator managed to shoulder her way into her closet where she slammed the door shut, presumably to get out of her sleepwear. Wrong choice.
Realizing that, she ran out on both feet now, and headed directly to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and turning the water on instantly.
Still in bed, Kenny grinned in amusement. It wasn't everyday you got to watch the normally cool and calm top coordinator act like a headless chicken on steroids.
Within three minutes, the water shut off and loud tumbling noises crashed through the bathroom. Wrapped in a towel, Zoey burst out of the room and headed once more to the closet, closing the door with a loud slam.
Snickering as quietly as he could, Kenny got out of bed and made his way downstairs. To avoid being actually late, Zoey would probably skip breakfast if he didn't cook something, and breakfast was something you just didn't miss.
Turning the stovetop on, he threw some bacon on the pan, pushed bread into the toaster, and got the coffee machine running. Above, he could hear her still stumbling around. Last night must have been really tiring for her.
By the time she managed to get down the stairs, dressed in semiformal wear, he had a cup of hot coffee, black with sugar, toast, bacon, and an apple, all waiting for her.
"You," she sighed, pecking him on his cheek and grabbing the mug of caffeine. "Are a saint."
"I'd rather not be one, if it's all the same," he told her, handing her a fork wrapped in a napkin. "I hear the requirement is painful death."
Holding her breakfast, she began to charge out again, but Kenny coughed. Turning around, she was met with the sight of her purse dangling from his fingertips. "I still say you're a saint," she told him, taking the bag that held her Glameow, her keys, and her wallet.
"You know you're not late, right?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Candice won't put the clock to the right time, and it's half an hour early, so we're all late if we're in our own times," she stuffed the bread in her mouth, and awkwardly opened the door. "Love you!"
"Love you too!"
Kenny closed the door, and went back into their bedroom to throw away the broken alarm clock. If she found out that he had broken it…
The evidence was swept into the plastic bin next to used tissues, wrapping papers, and trash.
Some things, you just had to keep from your loved ones. For their own sakes, of course.
Thought I'd try fluff.