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There were a couple of things RamJak hated about the early hours. One of them just happened to be how nine o’ clock in the morning looked for any flaws in the architecture of a building that it could exploit to find the eyes of those who would much rather be sleeping. He hooked his elbow over his face and groaned as if it would warn away the sunbeam… No such luck; he rolled over and was glad for once that he didn’t have eyes in the back of his head.
The next thing he hated about mornings were his partner’s wakeup calls.
“Kid. Get up. We gotta’ scout the town today. Make sure it’s safe.”
As if it were that easy. No. It was never as simple as straightforward intent in a simple sentence.
He felt a pillow slam into his head and he flailed about in his ratty sheets in case he had to defend from another hit. “Up n’ at ‘em, kid. We got scouting to do.”
“NGHF. Not even a ‘good morning’ are you serious…?” He backed himself against the wall by his futon and rubbed his eyes so he could properly glare at Jaeden. In actuality, Jaeden saying “good morning” would have been a sign that something was very, very wrong. Hell freezing over is a good example of just how wrong.
“’Course I’m serious, I’m always serious.” He was already leaving, halfway between Jack’s bed and the Safehouse door.
The redhead stood to follow his partner and was rewarded by a flash of nine o’ clock in the morning right in his eyes.
The next thing he hated about mornings were his partner’s wakeup calls.
“Kid. Get up. We gotta’ scout the town today. Make sure it’s safe.”
As if it were that easy. No. It was never as simple as straightforward intent in a simple sentence.
He felt a pillow slam into his head and he flailed about in his ratty sheets in case he had to defend from another hit. “Up n’ at ‘em, kid. We got scouting to do.”
“NGHF. Not even a ‘good morning’ are you serious…?” He backed himself against the wall by his futon and rubbed his eyes so he could properly glare at Jaeden. In actuality, Jaeden saying “good morning” would have been a sign that something was very, very wrong. Hell freezing over is a good example of just how wrong.
“’Course I’m serious, I’m always serious.” He was already leaving, halfway between Jack’s bed and the Safehouse door.
The redhead stood to follow his partner and was rewarded by a flash of nine o’ clock in the morning right in his eyes.