((Rude messages? Not fun, man. I hope everything goes well from now on! <3))
The off-white fur of an underweight cat wasn't the first thing the boy wanted to see in the morning, but.. dreams don't always come true, do they? Letting out a heavy puff and blinking a couple of times, Jackson lifted his hands to scoop the ball of fluff up off his chest and onto the empty side of his bed.
"Caspian," he groaned, putting a warm hand to his own forehead. A light headache pulsed behind his eyelids, causing him to wince. "You know you're not allowed out of the bathroom at night."
In response, the cat did the only thing logical; lift a cocoa paw to the boy's mouth, as if to tell him to shut it. Rolling his eyes at Caspian's always playful behavior, he kissed the paw and turned away, which caused the cat to stand up and stretch after him. Jackson stood and cracked his neck, letting his hand hang from the back of it for an extra moment. He swooped down and snatched a slightly-clean-half-dirty shirt off the floor and shrugged it on without much thought.
He shuffled out of his room, hair still ruffled and sleep in his eyes. Caspian, of course, followed after knocking the trashcan under his work desk over. The boy sighed at the sound of papers hitting the fake wood, though he didn't exactly do much to fix the problem. Caspian is Caspian, and there are four things he will always do - attempt to get out of the bathroom and sleep on Jackson, knock over every trashcan and paper bin in the house, and hate Morgan. It was quite shocking at first, finding out that the cat hated her, as he was originally supposed to be her cat. Eventually it turned into more of a game than anything, and the two manage to be passively aggressive towards each other without any damage.
Shuffling down the small hallway to Morgan's room, he pounded on her door. "Yo, nerd, time to get up. It's like..." he paused momentarily to look for at his watch, forgetting that he hadn't put it on yet. "Well, it's late." He heard a bit of rumbling around and a groan after a minute, and decided she was up.
He shuffled back down the hallway and into the kitchen, throwing open a few cabinets before pulling out his desired cereal. He may be attractive, but nobody ever said he was healthy.
After pouring himself a bowl, he put the box away, opening the fridge for milk. After about five minutes and a couple curses, he concluded they were officially out of milk. He groaned again, not at all wanting to go to the store this early. Mornings are for sleeping, not for errands.
After putting his cereal back and going about his shower and other morning routines, he ended up wearing a tight, and clean, dark blue shirt, black skinny jeans, and a grey beanie he had stolen back from his roommate.
"Ey, Morgan, I'm headed out. We need milk." He shouted from the front door.
"Yeah, I know!" A slightly feminine voice shouted back, the sound of a cabinet slamming closed echoing in the kitchen. Jackson snickered, adjusting his beanie.
"Hey, that's what you get for stealing my hats!" He heard a laugh respond, causing him to shake his head and chuckle as well. "See ya."
He didn't wait for a goodbye - he knew he wouldn't get one - and wandered outside. He grabbed his pennyboard off the porch and began down the sidewalk, eventually dropping in at the nearest Starbucks. He nodded to the barista, who he was well acquainted with. Well, he was acquainted with everyone that worked here. Needless to say, Jackson enjoyed his Starbucks.
After ordering an iced double frappachino, he leaned back against the counter, patiently waiting for his drink.
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The morning was, needless to say, disappointing. No milk, so no cereal. No bread, so no toast. There were eggs, but... Well, let's just say that last time the girl had made anything on the stove, there were a few fire alarms pulled. She would've made Jackson make something for breakfast, but today was Friday. It was a Carter-Voun tradition to eat Lucky Charms and throw the rainbows at Caspian. Okay, the last part was more of a Voun tradition. It was funny to start out - the soggy sugar lumps would land solidly on the floor near the cat, effectively scaring him into the next room while his attacker ironically shouted "Taste the rainbow!". Eventually, though, the Siamese took that advice, and started eating the ammunition.
As Morgan sighed, a light meow could be heard from the front door that Jackson just left from. "What, Caspian? Did he leave you?" she asked him in a mocking tone, poking her head out of the open area to look at him. He looked back at her with is blue eyes, giving a look that seemed to say 'yeah, but he left you, too.'
Shaking her head, the girl left to go take a shower. There was only one bathroom in the apartment, thus why she hadn't taken one earlier. After towel-drying and braiding her brown hair, she put on a light la
yer of makeup and clothed her body.
"Alright, you little devil, I'm going to the dog park. You," she pointed a thin finger at the innocent cat, "behave. I'll know if you go in my room." She did the little 'I'm watching you' signal, pulling her bag off the door rack at the same time. With a little spin, she glided out the door, closing and locking it behind her. She walked out into the parking lot, climbing into her Mini Cooper car and making her way downtown. Once she arrived at the grassy area, she sat down on the bench, pulling her headphones on and setting her sketchbook in her lap. After a short while a man with a golden retriever appeared, to whom she waved. He waved back, a polite smile on his face. She began to sketch the familiar area, including the multitudes of dogs appearing over time.
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