𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 | 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳Team Bonding, Not Really

Day three had finally arrived, and the cabin was steeped in an early morning hush, the only sounds being the occasional groan of the wooden structure as it adjusted to the crisp morning air.

You and Anya lay sprawled in your beds, dead to the world.

Your face was half-buried in your pillow, one leg sticking out from under the blankets, while Anya was wrapped up like a burrito, only the top of her head visible from the cocoon she'd formed.

The sun had just started to filter through the curtains, but neither of you had any intention of waking up anytime soon.

That was until he struck.

"RISE AND SHINE, SLEEPY HEADS!"
Curly's obnoxiously loud voice, amplified by his trusty megaphone, tore through the peaceful morning like a chainsaw.

"What the fuck!"
you gasped, sitting bolt upright, your heart racing.

You heard the sound of footsteps outside your window, and before you could even process what was happening, he banged on the glass.

"YOU HAVE TEN MINUTES TO GET YOUR ASSES DOWNSTAIRS FOR BREAKFAST, OR YOU WON'T EAT UNTIL DINNER!"
he bellowed, his grin devilish.

You turned your head slowly, glaring at the window where Curly stood with his megaphone raised like some deranged camp sergeant.

"Does he realize it's not even 7 a.m.?"

"No,"
Anya mumbled, her voice muffled by the blanket. "And he doesn't care."

Curly knocked on the window again, his grin as smug as ever as he caught sight of your annoyed, sleep-deprived face.

"Don't make me come in there! Ten minutes! Clock's ticking!"
he hollered through the glass, his megaphone dangling at his side for now.

"Go away, you absolute psycho!"
you snapped, your voice muffled from your face still being half-buried in your pillow.

Summoning what little energy you could, you grabbed a pillow and flung it at the window, the soft thud doing absolutely nothing to deter him.

"You're lucky this window's here,
If that pillow hit me, I'd be docking your pay for the week! You think you're tired now? Try working for free!"

Anya groaned from her bed, her face peeking out of her blanket cocoon.

"It's like he feeds off misery,"
you grumbled, rubbing your eyes as you rolled over to glare at him.

"Eight minutes and thirty seconds, ladies! You better not make me drag you outta there! Breakfast is hot, and your work's about to get real sweaty if you're late!"

"I'LL SEE YOU TWO AT THE TABLE!" Curly hollered one last time before retreating, probably going to Jimmy and Daisuke's window.

"Ten minutes? I'm about to show up in my pajamas just to spite him."
Anya finally peeked out from her blanket, her face groggy and irritated.

"Honestly, same,"
you muttered, already dragging yourself out of bed.

BREAKFAST—🐣