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Updated: November. 3, 2012


If there was one thing that he excelled at other than Arms Warrior tanking, it was waking up in the morning. It was a habit that had grown on him since living with Kikyo, more or less. If InuYasha didn't wake up and make sure to have coffee ready before Kikyo's alarm went off... Well, let's just say that she could be scarier than Deathwing on crack.

One day he had slept in, and she had almost burned the apartment to the ground. True story. In her sleepy haze she had managed to turn on all of the elements of the stove, while only using one. There had happened to be a pizza box over top of another one. When he had smelled smoke, InuYasha had jumped up and ran into the kitchen to see Kikyo sitting against the counter, asleep. Not a mistake he would likely make again.

This sleepy phase was somewhat like sleep-walking, and only there was only one cure; strong brewed coffee. After the first few sips Kikyo's eyes would become less clouded, and after she finished the cup it would be as if she had been awake for an hour or more. She liked to deny that this actually happened, but that didn't mean that it wasn't true.

With this in mind, InuYasha woke up at seven every morning. He would shower and dress-this morning in his 'Not such a smart car anymore is it Smart Guy' t-shirt, then set the coffee pot to brew. He usually caught about a half hour of WoW before he had to leave for work. Five minutes before her left, zombie Kikyo would wander from her room in her flannel pajamas and be greeted by a fresh-poured cup of coffee. It never failed.

Saying goodbye with no response, he would get his bike out from their storage downstairs, and bike to work. It was a twenty to twenty-five minute ride to the electronics store, depending on the traffic. He'd get there, and well, if you're operating on any form of commission it's important to talk to people. It was a little surprising, actually, that he had gotten the job with his personal awkwardness. Basically, his day was spent waiting for someone to ask him a question.