{155} - Premium Blend
Challenge: 155 - Morning
Title: Premium Blend
Word Count: 451
Characters: Zexion & the rest of the Organization
Notes: I'm a kh_drabble virgin so I hope you guys like~! Also, I don't regularly drink coffee so apologies if I got any details wrong.
Premium Blend
Despite their deadly exteriors, Organization XIII relied on the simplest of human fuels. They could go days without eating as they scouted new worlds and exerted seemingly endless amounts of energy while slaying hundreds of Heartless at a time. Their stamina was excellent, their skill topnotch, and the will-power with which they pushed themselves to conquer and destroy was nothing short of honorable.
However, this small group of Nobodies still demanded at least one inlet of energy for the sake of functioning, much less invading and conquering worlds.
“Zexion, it’s your turn.” Lexaeus’s too-small bathrobe came to the middle of his calves and the terrycloth stretched across his enormous chest as if threatening to rip at any moment.
Zexion rolled over. His squinted at Lexaeus with puffy eyes.
“But I slept on my hands,” he grumbled.
Lexaeus gave him an encouraging smile. “You know how it works,” he said gently.
With a groan Zexion hoisted himself out of bed and made his way to the kitchen, stumbling over his too-long pajama bottoms. He held his swollen hands in front of him like a visual proclamation that he was indeed not fit for morning duties today.
The entirety of the Organization was already gathered in the dining room by the time he arrived. Those not in bathrobes wore messy pajamas and nightgowns, their eyes all puffy with sleep and their hair either tangled beyond belief or wrapped in large rollers; the latter being Marluxia’s case.
Zexion greeted each member he passed by grumbling low in his throat. He finally made it across the imperial dining room and slipped into the Organization’s kitchenette, fumbling for the coffee pot. His swollen hands were making this task extremely difficult, and he finally had to resort to stuffing the filter in with his elbow.
Zexion opened the lower cabinet with his toes, squatting down to gingerly pull the bag of premium ground coffee beans off its dark shelf. The bag was heavy and Zexion grunted a little as he lifted it onto the counter.
Hands still numb, Zexion grabbed the top of the bag and pulled as hard as his one-hundred-and-ten pound body would allow.
The dining room suddenly became very silent as each and every Organization member capable of slaughtering a small planet in one day turned their no longer groggy heads in the direction of the kitchenette. Axel’s chakrams had already materialized and the rest of the Organization took this as a cue to summon their own weapons after a moment of horrified silence.
Zexion stood stupidly, covered from head to foot in ground-up coffee beans - in his hair, in his pants, up his ultra-sensitive nose, and all over his very, very horrified face.
Title: Premium Blend
Word Count: 451
Characters: Zexion & the rest of the Organization
Notes: I'm a kh_drabble virgin so I hope you guys like~! Also, I don't regularly drink coffee so apologies if I got any details wrong.
Premium Blend
Despite their deadly exteriors, Organization XIII relied on the simplest of human fuels. They could go days without eating as they scouted new worlds and exerted seemingly endless amounts of energy while slaying hundreds of Heartless at a time. Their stamina was excellent, their skill topnotch, and the will-power with which they pushed themselves to conquer and destroy was nothing short of honorable.
However, this small group of Nobodies still demanded at least one inlet of energy for the sake of functioning, much less invading and conquering worlds.
“Zexion, it’s your turn.” Lexaeus’s too-small bathrobe came to the middle of his calves and the terrycloth stretched across his enormous chest as if threatening to rip at any moment.
Zexion rolled over. His squinted at Lexaeus with puffy eyes.
“But I slept on my hands,” he grumbled.
Lexaeus gave him an encouraging smile. “You know how it works,” he said gently.
With a groan Zexion hoisted himself out of bed and made his way to the kitchen, stumbling over his too-long pajama bottoms. He held his swollen hands in front of him like a visual proclamation that he was indeed not fit for morning duties today.
The entirety of the Organization was already gathered in the dining room by the time he arrived. Those not in bathrobes wore messy pajamas and nightgowns, their eyes all puffy with sleep and their hair either tangled beyond belief or wrapped in large rollers; the latter being Marluxia’s case.
Zexion greeted each member he passed by grumbling low in his throat. He finally made it across the imperial dining room and slipped into the Organization’s kitchenette, fumbling for the coffee pot. His swollen hands were making this task extremely difficult, and he finally had to resort to stuffing the filter in with his elbow.
Zexion opened the lower cabinet with his toes, squatting down to gingerly pull the bag of premium ground coffee beans off its dark shelf. The bag was heavy and Zexion grunted a little as he lifted it onto the counter.
Hands still numb, Zexion grabbed the top of the bag and pulled as hard as his one-hundred-and-ten pound body would allow.
The dining room suddenly became very silent as each and every Organization member capable of slaughtering a small planet in one day turned their no longer groggy heads in the direction of the kitchenette. Axel’s chakrams had already materialized and the rest of the Organization took this as a cue to summon their own weapons after a moment of horrified silence.
Zexion stood stupidly, covered from head to foot in ground-up coffee beans - in his hair, in his pants, up his ultra-sensitive nose, and all over his very, very horrified face.