The constant buzzing of the alarm clock was an annoyance to both sets of ears. With one swift move, Akane turned it off. Eyes still closed, Akane sunk more into her pillow. "It's your turn to cook breakfast."
Ranma groaned but made no sudden movement. "I'll give you 50,000 yen if you cook it for me," he negotiated." He still made no effort to get up.
Akane lazily swatted his arm. "I'm not Nabiki, you idiot. All the money in the world isn't going to change the fact that it's your turn to cook breakfast." She elbowed Ranma in the ribs, but that barely got a reaction out of him.
Ranma had successfully drifted off to sleep, evident by his quiet snores.
"Ranma," Akane warned angrily, but made no physical movements to admonish him, "I swear, one of these days I'm going to kill you."
The room was silent again: the two had gone back to sleep.
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She trudged her feet across the floor and headed down the stairs. Reaching the kitchen cupboard, she groggily grabbed a clean bowl and poured the box's contents of sugared corn flakes into the bowl. Risa yawned, slightly irritated.
One of these days, her parents were going to have to wake up early enough to cook breakfast for her.