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if ever just the same
The guitar string hums a note or two, each strum a decibel higher than the last until it finally settles perfectly in an E key note. Another brush of long fingers and the guitar sings in full strum but before the blue-eyed male could even play a full tune, something hard smacks him across the back of his head, falls down his shoulder and next to his lap.
"Hey!" Boomer yelps, narrowly missing a bite of his tongue when he shouted upon impact. "What was that for?" He scowls (though with his baby face, it looks more of an angry pout) as he rubs the back of his head. His worn backpack---the item of affliction---was half opened and the mess inside threatened to spill over.
"It's time for hell, baby bro," groaned Butch, the likely culprit of that well-aimed fling. Dropping his glare to glance at the time, Boomer saw that it was high time for them to set off for class. Had it been that late already?
Well, if Butch was up, then it must be. Butch usually slept in til the last minute until Brick had enough and finally pulls the ravenhead's ass out of bed. Sometimes if Brick was busy, Boomer would be forced to do it... and it never ended well. Butch was a real pain in the mornings. He could sleep through about anything.
"It's time already huh," Boomer muttered quietly to himself as he zipped up his bag and shoved his well-loved guitar in its case. Unlike Butch, Boomer was an early riser, which came as a surprise given how much he could sleep. There was something about quiet mornings which made him feel complete and at peace with the world. Everything was quiet in the morning, like the world was just waking up.
"Come on, let's go. Don't want to keep Big Bro waiting," Butch sighed, knowing Brick was likely already in the garage, taking his run-down car out to the driveway. "I call shotgun!"
"Hey! You called shotgun last week!" Boomer whined.
And that was how their morning began.
- - - - -
Blossom supposed she should be grateful that Bubbles woke up rather easily, sometimes to her alarm, sometimes to a light tapping on her shoulder. She really was like a princess in the way she woke and even yawned, batting her wide blue eyes up in a sleepy and endearing way. Buttercup on the other hand.... was a complete menace. The Puff leader would be lucky if she could wake that sister up without any cuts or bruises; but hey, she was getting better at deflecting Buttercup's blows. She supposed one could take it as morning training.
"Come on, girls. We don't want to be late for school," Blossom said, a hint of urgency in her voice.
"Hey!" Boomer yelps, narrowly missing a bite of his tongue when he shouted upon impact. "What was that for?" He scowls (though with his baby face, it looks more of an angry pout) as he rubs the back of his head. His worn backpack---the item of affliction---was half opened and the mess inside threatened to spill over.
"It's time for hell, baby bro," groaned Butch, the likely culprit of that well-aimed fling. Dropping his glare to glance at the time, Boomer saw that it was high time for them to set off for class. Had it been that late already?
Well, if Butch was up, then it must be. Butch usually slept in til the last minute until Brick had enough and finally pulls the ravenhead's ass out of bed. Sometimes if Brick was busy, Boomer would be forced to do it... and it never ended well. Butch was a real pain in the mornings. He could sleep through about anything.
"It's time already huh," Boomer muttered quietly to himself as he zipped up his bag and shoved his well-loved guitar in its case. Unlike Butch, Boomer was an early riser, which came as a surprise given how much he could sleep. There was something about quiet mornings which made him feel complete and at peace with the world. Everything was quiet in the morning, like the world was just waking up.
"Come on, let's go. Don't want to keep Big Bro waiting," Butch sighed, knowing Brick was likely already in the garage, taking his run-down car out to the driveway. "I call shotgun!"
"Hey! You called shotgun last week!" Boomer whined.
And that was how their morning began.
- - - - -
Blossom supposed she should be grateful that Bubbles woke up rather easily, sometimes to her alarm, sometimes to a light tapping on her shoulder. She really was like a princess in the way she woke and even yawned, batting her wide blue eyes up in a sleepy and endearing way. Buttercup on the other hand.... was a complete menace. The Puff leader would be lucky if she could wake that sister up without any cuts or bruises; but hey, she was getting better at deflecting Buttercup's blows. She supposed one could take it as morning training.
"Come on, girls. We don't want to be late for school," Blossom said, a hint of urgency in her voice.