Morning Tea

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Unknown's mind had woken him early.
6 AM.
It was never too early for tea.
He rolled around a bit before getting up and making himself some tea.
Yesterday had been too much. The crying, the wailing and the accusations.
He understood their pain, yet didn't feel the same.
It felt too familiar.
His mind wouldn't shut off.
He sat down with his tea, watching the rain outside.

-

Francis had gone home.
Cerberus now lived alone with the two dorks namen Botu and Piggy.

He poured the milk into his cereal.

"What's for breakfast?"

Piggy asked as he stumbled out of his bedroom.

"My ass."

"What are you doing?"

"Making cereal, you blind donkey."

"Hey, shithead. I need to talk to you about your attitude."

"I don't wanna hear your voice this early in the morning."

"Early? It's 11 AM."

"Yeah, that's early for normal people."

Botu's door flew open.

"Can you guys stop bickering just once! God, it's like you're an old married couple. Piggy, leave the boy alone with his breakfast and Cerberus stop having such a bratty attitude. We're all living together in my apartment. So, cut it out."

Both retrieved into his room.

Both Piggy and Cerberus started laughing.

"Someone didn't sleep well."

"Yeah, for fucks sake. I put your fruit in the fridge, by the way."

"Why would you do that!"

Cerberus grabbed his bowl of cereal and ran for the couch, avoiding Piggy's hand while laughing.

"Cerberus, you know I don't like cold fruit!"

"That's why I put it in the fridge. Oh man, you should see your fucking face. Hilarious!"

"I will smack that grin off your stupid face."

-

Neville had been on numerous trials. He had to give up all of his privileges. The thing that bothered him most was not being able to roam around freely.

"Can I get some breakfast? I'm hungry."

"I'll see what I can do for you."

The guard left, but quickly returned with a pale face.

"You'll be having breakfast with someone today."

"Why are you so pale? Who is it?"

"Aleksei."

Neville smiled. The psychotic smile that made anyone sick to their stomach.

"Of course, how wonderful."

His face locked in the smile.

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