He had to admit, he slept in. The sun had already casted itself through the window, and only when it reached Vasuki did he begin to stir. He had attempted swatting it, as if it could be shooed away like a fly. When it lingered upon him, that's when he awoke, the sun heating him up to the point where he flung his covers away.

With downcasted eyes, he turned groggily to his clock. It read 7:30am, the time flashing at him in a mocking manner. Alright, perhaps it wasn't sleeping in, but it was sleeping in for Vasuki, who typically awoke at 5:30am. He had a routine; a schedule. He would wake at 5:30am, prepare a coffee by 5:40am, and work until 6:50am. By then, he would prepare to head out for a quick breakfast before attending classes.

Today, however, he had stayed up late reading a new novel, evidence upon his chest, where the book Ulysses lay. It seemed as if he had dozed off, the words of the book lulling him to sleep. He had managed to get halfway through the pages before sleep overcame him, but no matter, he would finish it later.

Today, he figured, he would take a break from his routine. So, sitting up, Vasuki's hand reached to his face, rubbing his eyes as he stood. His gaze had swept upon Briar, his roomate, who was still asleep, and then onto the window. He had left it slightly open, just enough to allow Mira, his girlfriend, to enter in her pixie form had she wished. Sometimes she took up the offer, other times she didn't. However, he left it open nonetheless, just in case.

With a lazy form, he headed towards Briar's kitchen counter, his hand reaching for a simple gray sweater in the process. Throwing it upon him, he began to quietly scoop up some coffee, placing it into a French press he had brought from his own side of the room. It was the perfect size, offering a single cup of coffee for himself and Briar.

By the time he had boiled water, poured it into the press, and waited for it to steep, several minutes had gone by. Still silent, he had picked out two mugs, pouring the dark liquid into them. He had begun to carry one of the two towards Briar before pausing, gyrating back to the kitchen counter. Shuffling around, he searched for a creamer. Specifically, a vanilla one. When he had obtained it, Vasuki poured a good amount into Briar's cup, ensuring that it was sweet enough for him before nodding to himself at his handiwork. Still silent, he padded over to his slumbering roomate, placing the cup upon the desk near him.

"Alright, up we get," he croaked out, hand flying to Briar's shoulder and shaking him slightly. "Your coffee is going to get cold." Without a further word, he shuffled to his own mug, choosing to take his coffee black today. With a deep sign, he leaned against Briar's side of the wall, preparing to take a sip. Just as the coffee reached his lips, he paused, eyes snapping onto the window he had left slightly open. Without another word, he headed towards it, peeking outside at the window sill, where Mira's miniature pixie form sat.

"How long were you sitting there for?" He asked, a smile creeping up on his lips hidden behind his mug of coffee.

Grayson/Daisuke

Kitsune | Grade 12 | 17 | Mentions: Aidan, open

The room was pitch black, with loud snoring filling the silent room. Rolling around restless on Grayson's bed was a pissed-off fox, with the fox being Daisuke. He tossed and tumbled around on the blankets that kept Grayson warm, his eyes of gold darker than a demon's soul. "That's it." He quietly hissed, getting pretty annoyed by Grayson's snoring. The young man didn't start snoring until he came to this school. Daisuke is going to strangle this man with his paws. The fox huffs and he stands up on the bed. His eyes are on the man still asleep, and he proceeds to jump down from the bed with a soft thump.

His head turns to the bed, checking on Grayson's status. "Good. He's still asleep." Daisuke hovers up to the door handle, his paws touching it. Then, he twisted them in an attempt to open the door. Only for them to glide against the handle, with the handle remaining stationary. His lips curled. "Curse these non-grippers. Wait." He glares down at his paws, with a devious smirk forming on his muzzle. Closing his eyes, Daisuke takes a deep breath.

Red mist swarms him-devouring him in a matter of seconds. As the mist fades away, another Grayson stands in Daisuke's location. "Finally, you're being useful for once." Judgingly staring at the man sleeping on the bed and turns the door handle to leave. He steps out quietly as possible. He closed the door behind him. Daisuke shuffles down the hall to the culinary classroom, dodging and weaving to hide from staff and the small number of students in the hallways.

Such a mission is a dangerous task, and Daisuke is all ready for it.

He has to be mindful of the distance he's causing between him and Grayson. If he were to wander too far away, Grayson would be alerted of his disappearance. He doesn't need Grayson to wake up-not yet, at least. Not until Daisuke messes with him a bit.

Finally, after countless, boring minutes of wandering the halls, Daisuke has reached his destination. He stares at the culinary room with a prideful gleam in his eyes of gold. Wait. Gold? Ah crap, his eye color wasn't Grayson's. Let's hope nobody notices the error and carries on with their day.

He grabs onto the knob of the door and twists it.

Jiggle. Jiggle.

It's locked. Of course it was. Daisuke takes a step back, closely observing the door for any weaknesses. The brows on his fake face lower, "Another situation." The fox spirit wasn't pleased. He didn't enjoy the restless sleep thanks to Grayson's snoring. He didn't enjoy Grayson's presence in general. He doesn't like the fact that he has no opposable thumbs. Now, he's not enjoying the fact the room he's trying to get into was locked.

A stupid idea came into his little fox's mind-one that can end in many ways.

BANG

Did he kick the door?

Yes, he did. Now his leg hurts. Bad.

"Gah, fuc-" Before the cussword came out fully, Daisuke let out an irritated and painful groan. "Curse you, Grayson! You useless human!" Daisuke was upset at Grayson despite his idea being his little creation. He could feel his eyes start to water. Now, he wasn't enjoying the fact his leg was in pain.

The relationship between human and fox is a toxic one. The main toxic one is Daisuke.

"Daisuke. What on Earth are you doing, and why do you look like me?"

A familiar voice spoke to him, and the fox in disguise tensed up. The fake Grayson turns his head to face the real one, and the two awkwardly locked eyes. "I'm the real Grayson. You imposter. What are you talking about?"

Grayson's brows raise, and he suppresses a smile. "I'm sure Grayson never had a set of golden eyes. Let alone," Grayson approaches Daisuke, "has a voice that sounds just like the pesky fox." With him caught, the illusion wears off. The fox hovers in front of him, and he snarls. "I just wanted an omelet damn it!" Grayson doesn't believe him, "You did all of that for an omelet?"

Daisuke's eyes drift to the side. He cannot bear to look Grayson in the eye. "Uh...yes. An omelet." He sheepishly muttered, with Grayson's only response a sigh. He grabs Daisuke by the scruff, swinging him side to side. "Come on. Tell me what you were going to do."

The fox snorts, curling up in a ball. "I was going to get some eggs and put them in your shoes." He did all of that for a childish prank. Goodness gracious. Grayson sets Daisuke on his shoulder, "Stay put, or else I won't give you any more omelets for breakfast."

For once, Daisuke did what Grayson said. "I didn't do this for you, airhead. I don't want my omelet privileges to get revoked." His tone was snarky, but Grayson was unfazed. The man and fox head to the cafeteria to get some breakfast, the two silent as they wander down the hall together. "Also, you snore loud. You blasted pig." Mimicking his snores but purposely made it ten times worse. "That's a nice compliment, Daisuke. Thank you." Well, it's a tamed insult compared to the other words that leave Daisuke's annoying lips.