A/N:
Hails: I had a bit of fun writing this. It's not really a drabble, but it does happen to be a really short one-shot. Enjoy.
The sun beat down on the desert, and the only birds actually singing that were even remotely close to the desert, had to be the occasional vulture. To say that it was a nice day was pretty typical for someone who lives in the Sea of Sand.
The smell of eggs and bacon wafted through the tiny trailer, causing a certain retired blue Ninja to wake. He stretched over to the other side, his hand brushing over the rough canvas of the mattress without it's sheets, seeking the warmth of his loved one, only to realize she wasn't there. He sat up in the small bed that he shared. Usually he might be sleeping in his own bed, in his own auto body shop he ran just on the outskirts of New Ninjago City, but his parents had asked him to watch over the junkyard, Ed and Edna's Scrap and Junk, while they were at an Inventor's Convo or something like that.
Jay got out of bed, and wandered into the kitchenette, where his wife was making breakfast. Silently, like a, well, Ninja, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and lied his head on her shoulder.
"Morning, Mr. SleepyHead" Nya teased lightly, as she flipped a strip of bacon. Jay almost felt tempted to swipe a slice when he thought she wasn't looking.
"Morning to you too." He said. "Breakfast looks fantastic."
"Don't you even dare, Jay." Nya said. "I know what you're thinking. You can wait for breakfast."
"Fiiiiiiiiine." Jay whined. There was hardly a second of silence, before a questioning look came over Jay's face, and he slid away from his wife. Why hadn't he seen his son this morning? "Hey, where's Xavier?"
"Outside." Nya answered.
"Really?" Jay asked. "That's unlike him. He hates getting up early."
"He wanted to get started on his invention as soon possible. He IS the only reason we're even down here, looking after the junkyard." Jay pondered this for a moment, before shrugging. She was right. Usually the junkyard doesn't need to be watched over, but Xavier wanted to come down and work. After it all, it was his "inspiration".
"I guess that makes sense." He wandered over to a small window, and pulled the light magenta colored curtains open before groaning at the sight before him. "He's doing it again."
"What?" Nya asked curiously. She stepped away from the stove, and stared at Jay questioningly.
"He's wearing his hair in a ponytail."
Nya raised an eyebrow, and went over to the window. Lo and behold, Jay was right. Out there in all his black haired and blue eyed glory, Xavier's mop of messy black hair was tied in a thin ponytail hardly running down his neck, while he tinkered on his new invention.