This City Never Sleeps At Night

7 - A Double-Coffee Morning

He is beginning to stir. 

He cannot be buried for much longer.

Suffocation was not enough. 

He will keep him at bay.

He's hoping for another death.

Techno tramped out into the living room, pink bunny rabbit pajamas trailing behind him. His eyes were half-lidded and he was holding a knife loosely in his right hand.

"Whoah," Wilbur chuckled upon seeing his more-than-disheveled appearance, a cereal spoon halfway to his mouth. "What happened? Did you lose a fight with a yeti or something? Did a whirlwind fly through your room?"

The knife flew in his direction and he yelped, ducking quickly. The knife thunked into the wall, quivering from the force of the throw. "Jeez..." Wilbur muttered as he lifted his head and shoveled more off-brand cereal into his mouth.

Techno moved to the kitchen and took a hold of the coffee machine, pouring water into one place and actual coffee in another. Wilbur glanced over at him.

Seeing as Techno was no longer holding a freaking knife, he decided to push his luck. "I thought you were getting coffee on the way to work?"

"Go to hell." Techno growled, but there was little to no heat behind the statement. Wilbur giggled.

Phil walked out of the hallway. "Mornin'... Why is there a knife in the wall?"

"No idea."

"Dunno."

Phil shrugged and stretched sleepily, his black wings puffing up and expanding before shrinking down again, a few feathers being shed in the process.

"Dad," Techno groaned. "Didn' we talk about feathers in the kitchen...?" 

Phil chuckled. "I don't see the harm; it's only a few."

"You shed them all the time," Wilbur observed, looking over at the cream-colored couch(Which had a few jet-black and storm-gray feathers on it).

Phil shrugged again. He seemed to be doing a bit too much shrugging for one morning. "I can't help it if they grow back fast." 

He shifted his gaze to Techno who was drinking steaming coffee out of his favorite mug. "Tech, mate, I thought we were getting coffee from the café on the way to work together...?"

Techno groaned. "It's a double-coffee morning!" He protested. Wilbur laughed and Phil just smiled fondly. He loved his boys.

The heroes stepped out of their non-descript green car, Techno still appearing mad at the world and exhausted. 

"You still look like you should be in bed," Wilbur teased. With some convincing, Techno had changed out of his pajamas into a pink hoodie and sweat pants, and brushed his hair. He hadn't bothered to braid it, because one, it took a long time, and two, it looked too much like Revenger's. 

As it should.

Techno rolled his eyes at Wilbur's jab but decided not to argue further – Either that, or he was too tired. Phil crossed his arms. Sure, he loved his boys, but they could be a handful.

The café bell rang pleasantly as Wilbur, Techno, and Phil stepped through the doorway. Techno's gaze immediately went to the menu on the wall, while Wilbur strode purposefully forward, approaching the counter.