Morning Routine

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

10 o'clock alarm buzzing, Zepp slammed down on the snooze button, before lifting his hand to rub his eyes. A small ray of light from the glowing crystals outside  trailed across the ceiling, from a crack in the blinds. He made an attempt to sit up, but something heavy on his chest was pinning him down. Raising his head, he discovered what the source of the weight was.

"Oh, mornin’ Heimdall, how ya doing?" He began running his hand through the imp's soft, fluffy, star-patterned coat. "You ready to move, mate? I promised I'd be there by 12."

The stellaram just gave a soft bleat, before rolling over slightly, making itself more comfortable, it's bat-like wings giving a small flutter. "Man... C'mon dude. You know I don't like disturbing you." Letting out another little bleat, the imp simply looked up at him for a moment , before it snuggled in closer to his chest.

All Zepp could do was sigh. "Every morning mate, I'm gonna start having to put you in a cage, or something. You don't want that to happen, do you?"

Another bleat, a swish of its tail, and the slight stretch of its hooved feet, before moving back to its original position. Though he couldn't speak imp, Zepp could almost understand what it was trying to convey. "I know that's just an empty threat, you would never. It would have happened months ago if you were serious about it."

"Yeah yeah, you're right, you absolute scamp. Okay, you can have a few more minutes. Next alarm, we're moving."

The alarm sounded again. And again. And again. Each time, the stubborn sheep refused to move. Each time, the snooze button hit again. 

The light outside was now bright enough to illuminate much of the room, the thin blinds not doing much to block it. This time, when the clock started ringing, he stretched his arm too far, striking the off switch. 

"Okay man, it's 11 now. C'mon, I've got a date to get ready-"

Frustrated bleating. 

"I know you don't want to move, you don't really have a choice, I've plans."

One final bleat. 

"Fine, you win then. Five more minutes. Then 100% you are getting off, and I am leaving. You can stay in bed if you want." 

The stellaram just rolled over once more.

Zepp closed his eyes a final time, waiting for the next buzz to come, but it never did.

- - - -

12:42. A knock on the door, followed by a voice. “For fucks sake man, I had pre-booked those tickets, and your still snoozing, c'mon. I thought your ego was your issue, not laziness. Wake up, sleepyhead.” After several minutes of knocking, with no response, Flint grew impatient. A layer of annoyance in his tone, he grunted. “Fine, I'll drag you out of there myself.”

He cracked open the door, to see his partner curled up in bed, snoring away, arms wrapped around the star studded imp. Flint gave a hefty sigh. “Course it's because of Heimdall… it's always because of Heimdall…” He walked over to the speakers on the other side of the room, connected his phone to it, and blasted the room with heavy metal. The sudden noise startled the sleeping bun awake. 

“You coming? We've still like, 10 minutes if we want to get there on time.”

The purple horned bun just gave a small glance, and turned over, and went back to sleep. The imp, with an expression of triumph on its face, gave a satisfied bleat at the greed bun, then once again, curled up snugly against its owners chest.