The tea smelled heavenly as Aster hesitantly took a sip. The lime-colored numbers on the alarm clock confirmed that it was only 3:33 P.M; an odd assortment of numbers.

By all rights, Aster knew that he should be off doing something constructive. However, the need to recline on this sofa and drink the strong healthy-hued cup of grass-green brew he held in his hand was too impossible to ignore.

Settling his head back on a convenient cushion, Aster closed his eyes. Behind closed lids, Aster contemplated that even a Pro Duelist required a day off or two sometime.

Leisurely, Aster's lips touched the rim of the teacup once more.


Author's Note: Three more! Personally, I like this one the best. I had a little trouble writing this one because I couldn't stick on one idea.