"Hey, aren't you supposed to be working on-"
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"But-"
Shhhh. Have some writing I've been doing while at work. Enjoy.
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A male inkling groaned, slowly allowing his hand to slide from the alarm clock that plagued him just about every morning. He then turned, burying his face into his pillow with a muffled grunt. Clearly, this young man was not a morning person. Despite this, he forces himself up and out of bed and into the bathroom adjacent to his room. One tan-colored hand turned on the sink's faucet, the other opened the mirror to grab a small hair tie before closing it. He saw a slightly blurry reflection in said mirror, sighed, then splashed the running water on his face, giving him a slight jolt. The water dripped from his face back into the sink while he gently pulled his mauve-colored tentacles into a ponytail. With another flick of his wrist, the sink was turned off and he trudged back to his room to grab the black rimmed glasses that sat on the nightstand near the door. Vision now restored to its full clarity, he beamed, knowing his usual routine was almost done. Now all that was left was-
"Cecil! Breakfast is ready!"
Breakfast.
The male, now known as Cecil, followed the siren call of the female voice into the kitchen, where a bouquet of savory aromas seduced his nose. Almost in a trance-like state, Cecil wandered over to the Octoling woman that stood over the black, still warm stove. She gave a giggle when he began to dance with her, making her hips sway gently with his hands. With a twirl, they now faced each other, faces only centimeters apart.
"Good morning, beautiful." Cecil whispered, rubbing his nose against her own. This earned another quiet laugh from her.
"Good morning, silly. Now quit foolin' around- the food's gonna get cold!" She pouted, straightening herself. She then grabbed a plate and neatly placed a hearty serving of scrambled eggs, bacon and waffles with powdered sugar on top onto its shiny surface before it was handed off to the gent, who placed it onto the table not far from the kitchen itself and had a seat to wait for his love to join him. She made another plate before grabbing two glasses with her scarlet tentacles and placed them accordingly at the table. Cecil then hurriedly sprang up from his seat to pull out the chair opposite his, allowing her to sit. A quick 'thank you' peck on the cheek later, they were both seated and able to enjoy their meal together as they often did.
"So, do you have any plans today, Bic?" Cecil began after a few minutes of silent eating.
"Ah! Vodka is taking me out for some fun today." This response earned a silent eyebrow raise of questioning from him. "Bowling, I think she called it."
"Oh, good..." He sighed in relief.
"You?"
"Work. I should be home by 4."
"And your lunch?"
"Already packed, thanks." He confirmed, finishing the last of his eggs. Once they were both done, Cecil took both their plates and washed all the dishes before going to finally brush his teeth. As he returned to the bathroom down the hall, Bic walked out, having already completed her oral hygiene regimen. A high five was exchanged as they passed, as they did every morning. After a few minutes of personal prep and dressing between the two, they met up at the door with their things. They exited, locking and double-checking the door before sharing a goodbye kiss. As Bic waved Cecil off, he checked his watch- 7:02 am. Plenty of time for his commute to work.
Despite it being bright and sunny outside, the bedroom was pitch-black thanks to the very expensive-looking sunlight blocking curtains. A king sized bed sat in the center of the room and in it, one of two figures stirred in the darkness. A female inkling rose, the silk sheets falling from her nude form as she reached blindly underneath her pillow to search for her phone. She found it, brought it close and, with a touch, a very bright light shone in her face from the screen, causing her to recoil, dropping it onto the plush bed.
"Fuck!"
"...Phone light again?" The male figure next to her asked with an unseen smirk.
"Shut up." She replied with an unseen eyeroll. She grabbed her phone and unlocked it, this time ready. Once she lowered the brightness setting, she could finally see the current time: 8:17 am. "FUCK!"
"Late again?"
"Shut. Up!" She huffed, playfully punching him in the chest. Before she could withdraw her arm, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her close, making her drop her phone once more. In the dim light, her violet eyes met his mockingly annoyed onyx ones.
"Get ready to pay for that." He growled, flipping them so that his nude form, still half wrapped in sheets, towered over hers. She grinned, already knowing what was coming and more than willing to accept her 'punishment'.
"Make it quick."
"I'll think about it.
The female huffed again, this time while stepping out of the shower, wrapping herself in a lime-green towel. The fogged clock on the wall read the time: 9:52 am. "I told you to make it quick!" She pouted at the male stepping out of the same shower with a victorious half-smile. He hugged her from behind, kissing her still-damp neck.
"I didn't hear you objecting nor telling me to stop. Besides- yelling at me won't make you any less late, now will it?" He sassed, giving her rear a smack.
"I hate you."
"I love you too, Vod "
The duo got dressed- he in his usual dark, short sleeve shirt, black pants and equally black trench coat, and she in a red low v-neck shirt and short black pleated skirt. They groomed themselves and fixed up their hairstyles- Her long lime green tentacles were draped over her shoulders and his charcoal ones being separated and slicked backwards. A quick brushing of teeth later and the two shared a deep, passionate kiss before they separated. Vodka sprinted out of the front door, whizzing past the butler that stood stationed there.
"Limousine, mada-"
"No time!" She screamed, hopping on her motorcycle and speeding away without another word in a cloud of smoke. Draven, the dark-clad gent, shook his head as he watched all this, then made his own way to the dining hall, having time for breakfast. The large and heavy doors were opened for him by two maids, revealing the luxurious dining hall. A row of bay windows opposite the door allowed for natural light to grace the room, some of it reflecting from the large crystal chandeliers over head. He made his way over the white marble flooring to his favorite seat by an open window and took his place. There were already rows of prepared dishes and fruits of all sorts strewn about the large table's white tablecloth. A bit aways from him sat another female that looked exactly like Vodka, save for her more regal clothing and the direction of her bangs, which pointed left instead of her twin sister's right. A few ravens flew into the room before the woman spoke.
"Good morning, Draven."
"Morning, Martini."
"...She is tardy again, correct?"
"Yep."
And not another word was shared between the two as they and the ravens dined in silence.
Vodka's tentacles flapped about in the wind behind her she sped through to the city. Many red lights were passed, several pedestrians almost hit and even more middle fingers were given, but she didn't care; How could she be so late for one of her closest friends?! She maintained her frantic drive until she spotted Bic waiting outside her apartment, sitting on the sidewalk. Her Vespa came to a screeching halt barely a foot away from the Octoling, who simply smiled and didn't bat an eye as the cloud of dirt and dust settled around her, revealing a slightly disheveled Vodka on her bike, panting and damn near having an attack.
"Good morning, Vod-"
"BIC! Oh my fuck, I'm SO sorry I'm late, I didn't get up in time because I didn't hear my alarm go off and then Drae took his dear sweet time and I didn't even try to stop him and then the traffic and-"
"Vod!" Bic half-yelled, snapping the green gal back into the present. By that time, Bic was already sitting behind Vodka on her motorcycle and tightened her hug with a reassuring grin. "Don't worry, I'm not mad. It's okay, I wasn't waiting long."
"...You're lying."
"So?"
"Ugh."
"C'mon, lets get you some grub."
At that suggestion, Vodka sat up fully, only now registering that her stomach had been crying out for nourishment. She gave a quick sheepish laugh before sighing off her own childish actions and pulled away towards their friend's cafe.
(A/N): I hate typing things on my phone because they turn out weird...but I have no internet to do this on a computer so blegh. Anywho, this is just a random story that I work on while at work and only while at work. It has no particular plot other than just giving you guys a little look into a typical day of my squiddies' lives. I hope you enjoy, because I know I do. As always, thank you for giving your time to read this.
