Crow was usually the first one to wake up. Work got him up early, so slipping out of bed quietly and carefully was almost second nature. It didn't take long to throw on his uniform, grab a quick breakfast, and be on his way for a long day of work.
When he did have the occasional day off, Crow liked to sleep in- late. He could snooze well past noon, but Brave wouldn't have any of that. Such a mother figure he was at times, the Norwegian would make sure his lover was out of bed, up and about by no later than eleven in the morning. After all, he'd much rather have Crow running his mouth off than dozing the hours away.
Of course, it wasn't always easy to wake Blackwing duelist up. His sleeping habits were strange: Some nights he was a fairly light sleeper, others he would be entirely passed out. This night was one of them.
"Blackbird..." He whispered, gently placing his hand on Crow's shoulder. "It's time to wake up~"
No answer.
Brave smiled softly, before letting his hand move up to Crow's hair, gently running his fingers through soft, orange locks. His lover's marked face was peaceful, a nice and relaxed smile gracing his features.
Still, no answer.
Brave sighed softly, shaking his head as his fingers trailed down to his lover's ear. You're going to regret this, he thought, his smile now a full-blown smirk.
He leaned down, so he was positioned right near Crow's ear. Slowly, he uttered a few words in his native tongue:
[ "Blackbird, Blackbird, won't you show me that bullet of yours~?" ]
This time, there was a response: A prompt slap to the face.
Rest assured, laughing fits were soon to follow, as well as another peaceful day.