Snippet #2667771

Kiyomi Hayashi

Kiyomi wasn't ready to wake up yet. She felt something scratch lightly at her face and make its way to her forehead. She groaned softly and continued to lightly sleep, refusing to open her eyes. The light scratching traveled onto her left cheek, and a soft sensation brushed her chin. Opening one eye, she was met with the blank stare of Yata, her bird. He had been walking around on her face all morning supposedly. It startled her and she shot up, practically flailing her arms around, causing Yata to let out a scratchy squack and flap his wings like mad. It wasn't like him to be out of his cage so early. Yet again, he had developed a way of escaping.

He landed on the back of her neck while she was slouched over her lap and he lightly pecked at the back of her head. "Stupid bird..." she said groggily. She didn't mean it of course. Kiyomi often said things she didn't mean. She moved her hand to her shoulder and Yata walked along her arm and she stood up. Yata traveled to her wrist and chirped dryly at her. "What are you pouting about?" she asked him, hardening her glare. It softened a little when Yata flew from her wrist to sit on top of her head in her messy morning hair. Without bothering to get dressed, she walked out of the room while she slouched. Kiyomi was pretty grumpy most mornings, and acted crabby.

Yata chirped a few times before taking off from her head and flying the rest of the way into the kitchen, landing on the cushion next to Misaki. He hopped around on it for a little while as if to fluff it up for Kiyomi. Kiyomi walked in, circles under her eyes and her hair a mess. Her lips were pressed into a flat line and she plopped down on a cushion across from Misaki. Yata loudly squeaked as if he were disappointed with Kiyomi's choice of seating. He might as well just wait for Sora, Kai or Juri to take the cushion he so kindly fluffed up for Kiyomi.