056. Breakfast.
Horo woke up with a pounding headache before the sun was up, which was in itself a Very Bad Omen.
After twelve minutes and 27 seconds of tossing miserably under the covers, hunger finally drove Horo away from the warm nest of his bed. Wincing, he crept down the chilly floored halls.
Finally, the kitchen.
Horo thrashed the remains of a cereal box into a bowl and, with a sleepy grin working its way onto his face, opened the fridge.
He was immediately rewarded with the beautiful sight of a single carton of milk.
Nothing else.
A pale yellow sticky note with Ren's name on it clung to the front of the container, followed by a number of very gruesome, very creative warnings.
He shrugged.
He opened the carton, raised it above the bowl of cereal...
...and stopped.
Cold steel was pressing against the side of his throat.
Behind him, kwan dao gripped murderously tight in his hands, Ren scowled.
"What," he hissed, "are you doing?"
Horo considered his options. There weren't many to consider.
Slowly, he put the carton down.
"Uh, morning, Ren, love. Koi. Dearest. Uhm. Breakfast?"
Trouble, trouble! -SHQ