2 Morning routine

Morning sunlight was streaming in through a crack in the drapes, landing perfectly on my eyes. Great. I crawled out of bed, closed the drapes so Star and Orian wouldn't wake up. Immediately I go over to my closet door. Opening the red-stained oak door and grabbing a royal blue dress shirt, a dark gray trench suit, black slacks and a pair of black dress shoes. I'll let star pick out my tie later, she has an eye for color. I smiled, thoughts of my family causing me to nearly forget about the nightmares of last night. I went into the master bathroom. I prefer night showers so I just got right to undoing the lock spell on my right eye. it was a simple enough spell, or as 'S' put it

"Even a completely useless lump could cast this so if you fail you ain't living shit down."

opening my eye I attempted to frown. The scars that were once surrounding it had long since faded, leaving just the ugly dark red eye as a painful reminder of what I could do and what I could be forced to do.... I just put on a white eye patch and covered it with my brown bangs. I continued on with my bathroom.. Duties. Heh duties..

Once I'm done I head over to the bedroom door, I stopped for a minute to collect my hat and mask, Today's mask is the same color as my suit, all of my masks are especially made to cover my permanent ear to ear grin, it's beast not to scare the customers with sharp smiles before they bet away all their earnings. My silk top-top is black as night. the ribbon tied to the hat changes from light pink to royal blue to match my shirt. I smile remembering who gave me the ribbon. Quietly I creep out the door so I don't wake Star or Orian. Walking into the hallway the other 5am wakers are up.

"Morning boss!"

Spring smiles bounding out her yellow door in her work clothes, a half-and-half dress,

half blue half red.

"Morning Spring!"

She bats her one big green eye at me.

" Soo, you and Orian do anything- Interesting~ last night?"

Spring is half cyclops half elf, but sometimes you could swear that in everyway but physically she is a Sprite. she's so upbeat all the time, no matter how things are look'n.

"Why should I tell you? I am you boss after all. I should fire you for such a comment."

I stop to put my hands on my hips. All sassy like.

"HA! I guess your right besides it's PANCAKE TIME!!"

With that last statement you could basically feel the positivity emanating off her. Everlast peeked his beige-blonde head out of his gray doorway as we walked past talking about breakfast.

"5am, why 5am?"

he lifts his left hand into a defeated gester. the pale eyed kitsune looks like death came knocking last night.

"I don't know why did you apply for a job with such requirements?"

I ask.

"I didn't apply for shit."

"Well now that's just a pitty."

"Quite."

He slams his door shut. He still needs to get dressed. Spring just skips down the stairs eager to get to her pancakes. I follow at a slower pace as do a few others who had just woken up, Everlast included.

~*~

The breakfast table is as decked out as allways. I swear these damned Yōki twins always go to far with the little things.

"DEALER SAN!"

The smaller of the Jorōgumo spider twins waves at me. She smiles, the twins look just like ordinary Japanese school girls today. both have straight dark hair, dark eyes and pale skin.

this one's name is Mo.

"Come join us for breakfast!"

I wave her off.

"I'll eat in a minute. I need my morning smoke. "

"What you need is food in your belly and, to promptly quit that nasty habit of yours."

she turned and walked back twords the kitchen where her older sister was already. They started wispering to one another. I shrugged it off. As I started towards the balcony to have my cigarette the eldest sister, Spinner started twords me. I kept walking. She steped in front of me right before I reached the door. Damit. I took a step back, personal space. she spoke,

"So, you want to starve?"

"W-what no."

I had a taste of starvation before, it was unpleasant to say the least.

she crossed her arms.

"Well than get your ass over to the breakfast table and enjoy our food!"

Her passive-agreesive tone suggests that if I don't get my ass over to the table she'll have Mo steal my smokes again.

"Fine fine. I'll eat, I'll eat!"

She nodds contently and pads back over to her kitchen. I chuckle, walking over to the table. Just another day at Hellsbane Casino.