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The lugging figure buried within mountains of blankets shifted, rolling over to his side and away from the teeth-clenching drone of the alarm clock. It was another day to stumble out of the warm comforts of the bed to serve the dimwitted customers of his day job, another day to fake a smile for the bigger dollar, another day it was. Fantastic. Jiro gave all attempts to ignore the ongoing chirping on the blinking box sitting on his night stand, shutting his eyes tighter as if the sleep would return to him if held tight enough. Again, this was only failing him and hurting his eyes. The ringing calm to a sudden halt, ending in a thump by the palm of waking man, who rose from his bed in groans and aching shoulders. He blinked once, letting his lids linger shut before opening them again; regaining his composure and tossing away any hint of sleep his body whined for before shutting the bathroom door behind him.

Ten minutes had passed until Jiro returned into his sleeping quarters, partially in uniform and awake enough to not give in temptation of slumber yet again. His iron pressed coat hung on a small hook attached to the wall alongside his full length mirror, where he passed by pleasantly with a smirk. "Mn, you look good today; as always." The words escaped him as naturally as they come, looking back at his haughty reflection before stepping over to the kitchen. The blackette fixed himself a cup of coffee, keen that he had put two sugar cubes and the exact amount of creamer. He brought the cup to his lips, sipping casually as his almond brown eyes trailed over to the clock to his right; the King's Cafe would be expecting his arrival soon. It was time to make haste.

Jiro had stepped over to his mirror for the third time that morning, pulling on the coat that would complete his job attire; a black suit. After briefly adjusting the cufflinks of his shirt, the man met his eyes once more and smiled. Using the tips of his fingers, he brushed away stray bangs of hair away from his eyes then followed the same process through various areas of his hair. Perfect. "Ganbatte," He spoke again to his reflection before shutting off the lights and closing the door behind him.

The morning had barely awaken itself as the waiter walked down the dimly-lit streets, and he cursed himself quietly as did not expect morning's chill and forgot to bring himself an extra coat. No matter, he was going to be indoor for the most time anyhow. It was only moments after when he arrived to the cafe, walking down and entering through the back entrance. He looked up, catching a glimpse of his manager before turning drawing his attention away. There was no need for greetings, it was too early for that.