Saturday [Norway]

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It was 1:05AM on a Saturday morning and Emil had woken up, unable to fall back to sleep. He sat up in his bed, irritation evident in his face and manner. The puffin that he, by accident, woke up, went to shout out a question, only to have his beak clamped shut by the silver haired boy’s hand. The positively livid look the boy gave the bird was certainly different compared to his usual blank expression that seemed stuck on his face.

So the bird had decidedly shut up, but gave out a muffled squawk of indignation when he was scooped into the boy’s arms. The bird nestled into the arms like a nest and grumbled his unhappiness, but otherwise spoke no words. The boy silently crept out of his room and wandered around aimlessly until he’d decided an inevitable out come. To go sneak into his brother’s bed.

Creeping down the hall, Emil made a shushing motion at his bird before entering one of the doors. He, as silently as possible snuck toward the end of the bed so he could crawl his way up between his brother and the wall. He sat the puffin above his head and adjusted himself on his side, staring at his brother’s form in the dark with a suspicious expression.

He was watching to see if his brother showed any signs of having woken up. When he seemed more or less content, he shut his eyes to sleep. It didn’t take long before he was out like a light. Which wasn’t such a great thing for Luka because Emil sometimes had the tendency to roll and flop. By 4:21 AM it got to the point where Emil started shoving Luka off the bed so he could have it all for himself -of course this was done unconsciously. A sleep action.

[Lukas Thomassen]

Lukas groaned from his position on the ground. Once again his little brother snuck into his bed. That he had no problem with but the waking up falling off the bed was something he could do without. Oh well now that he was awake, he might as well start breakfast. He headed for the kitchen; glancing back to make sure his little brother was still asleep.

Now what was he to make for breakfast? Nothing to complicated as he was still a bit sleepy and it was a Saturday so he was going to be a bit lazy. Grabbing eggs and a loaf of bread, Lukas began to make scrambled eggs and toast. It didn’t take him very long to finish so he set himself and Emil a plate. Placing his plate on the table, he place Emil’s in the microwave so it would still be warm for when Emil got up.

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About 6AM, the boy begrudgingly woke to being pecked on the head by his bird. He stomped into the kitchen, half asleep and plopped into a chair, laying his head on the table. His arms covering his head. Needless to say, Emil was not a morning person, and as much as he hated to admit it, he needed his brother’s help to get coffee and food in him in the morning. The coffee and food would help wake him and improve his mood…. But only if you could get him awake enough to eat it.

Mr. Puffin on the other hand, had bounced off his shoulder and onto the table, strutting around in demand for fish. To which the cranky and sleepy boy lashed out a hand with no real aim until the bird shut up. He slightly lifted his head to leer at the bird before plopping his head back onto the table with an irritable groan. The bird, taking no heed, fluttered over to flop down on his head as revenge. Stupid thing. He wanted his food, his coffee, and to strangle the damned thing. He was nearly falling back asleep when he mumbled to his brother, “Coffee…. Food…. Now…Please….”[/font]