Ninjago stories

The whole " homeless" ordeal

Jay stumbled into the kitchen, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The morning sun barely peeked through the blinds as he shuffled over to the coffee maker, his pajamas a mismatched mess of old shirts and sweatpants. The crumpled state of his attire was made all the more dramatic by the oversized trash bag he was dragging behind him-his makeshift pajama bag.

As Jay rounded the corner into the kitchen, he froze at the sight of Mia sitting at the breakfast table, sipping tea with an air of exaggerated elegance. She was perched on her chair, daintily holding her teacup with her pinky extended, a look of disgust plastered on her face.

"Ew," Mia said, wrinkling her nose in exaggerated distaste. "Why is there a homeless person in my house?"

Jay blinked, taken aback by the comment. "What?! I'm not-" He looked down at his attire, realizing what Mia was referring to. "It's my pajamas!"

Mia raised an eyebrow and gestured with her teacup towards the crumpled trash bag on the floor beside Jay. "What's with the trash bag? Planning to take out the garbage or are you just wearing it?"

Jay's face flushed with embarrassment. "It's my pajamas! I-"

Mia cut him off with a dramatic sigh. "Oh, so you know how to speak. I was beginning to wonder. Now, get out, you filthy homeless."

Jay's mouth fell open in disbelief. "Filthy homeless? It's not like I was expecting a fashion show!"

Mia's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took another sip of her tea, clearly enjoying the entire situation. "Well, you're not exactly setting any trends. But hey, if you need to keep warm, I suggest an upgrade from the trash bag couture."

Jay stared at her in stunned silence, trying to suppress a grin at how ridiculous the whole scene was. "Can you at least give me a break? I just woke up!"

Mia put down her teacup with a flourish, barely containing her laughter. "Alright, alright. I suppose you can stay... for now. But do try to dress like a human next time. It's for your own dignity."

Jay sighed, shaking his head as he went to the cupboard to grab some coffee. "You're impossible, you know that?"

Mia's grin widened. "And you're surprisingly entertaining for a so-called 'homeless' person. Now, let's see if you can find anything that doesn't resemble a garbage bag."

As Jay grumbled about Mia's antics, he couldn't help but chuckle. Despite the playful mockery, it was clear Mia's antics were all in good fun. The morning might have started with a bit of a shock, but Jay knew it would end with a smile.

Kai strolled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and stretching, still groggy from sleep. His entrance was a bit unsteady as he shuffled toward the counter, seeking out coffee in a similar fashion to Jay. He was in his usual pajamas, but they were a bit crumpled from a restless night. The faint smell of something earthy and unidentifiable lingered around him, a result of a mix of late-night snack mishaps and possibly a stray sprinkle of his kitchen experiments.

Few minutes later, s Kai entered, Mia's sharp eyes immediately darted to him. Her expression twisted into one of exaggerated revulsion as she looked up from her tea, the porcelain cup held daintily between her fingers.

"This is not a homeless shelter!" Mia declared, her voice carrying a dramatic note of outrage. "And why do you smell like garbage?"

Kai froze mid-stretch, a bewildered look on his face. He sniffed himself, confused. "What?! I smell like garbage? I-" He looked down at his clothes, which were indeed a bit disheveled. "I thought I just had a bad night's sleep. What's going on?"

Mia's face contorted with disgust. "Ugh. Disgusting. Utterly ghastly."

Kai blinked in confusion, still trying to piece together what Mia was talking about. He slowly moved closer to the counter, hoping to find some clarity or perhaps a reprieve from Mia's disapproving glare.