Kanaya(diamonds)Karkat: Gokotta (Swedish), to wake up early in the morning to listen to the birds sing
Kanaya was up before the sun, as always. Karkat was asleep on the sofa just outside the bedroom, because he'd refused her offer of sharing a bed. They were as good as roommates anyway, there was no reason he couldn't sleep on her bed since there was plenty of room! But anyway, disregarding Karkat's tendency to not stay the night in his very lesbian, best friend's bed, the point of the matter was that it was five in the morning and she was the only moving creature in the apartment.
Her coffee had been ready, as it had been programmed to be (technology was a wonderful thing), at a quarter till five. Quietly, in order to avoid waking her grumpy friend, Kanaya moved into the kitchen to grab her grey mug and migrate towards the porch.
Her foot caught the umbrella stand though on her way out the door, seeing as the caffeine hadn't yet had the chance to kick in. Freezing in a cringe, she listened hard for any sign of Karkat rousing himself. When a minute had gone by, she sighed gratefully to all the powers that had a hand in her almost-brother's ability to remain asleep, and slipped out onto the second floor balcony that doubled as her little porch.
The birds chirped, and the laziness of the Sunday morning was a nice lull to the hectic, constant noise that an awake Karkat normally brought to her life. Not that she was begrudging Karkat his presence, she loved having him around of course, it was just that occasionally she needed a bit of quiet to allow her head to unscramble itself.
Breathing in the morning air, she leaned back into the plastic lawn chair she'd seated herself in. She watched the sun peek over the treetops around six, and heard Karkat inside swearing as he ran into what sounded like the walls. Another fifteen minutes passed before a bleary eyed Karkat shuffled over to the railing.
"Morning, Karkat dear." Kanaya greeted serenely, fingers curled around her mug. She received a moan in return, which was all that could be expected from her normally late-rising companion. "Did you get yourself a cup of coffee?"
In response, Karkat twisted just enough to let a sliver of a bright red mug into her view. He really did abhor mornings, she thought fondly. "Sleep well?" another grunt in response. Oh Karkat, she thought as she beamed at him, never change.