[center][h3][color=Red]Jonas Highwind[/color][/h3]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The Highwind Family Household
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Momma Highwind, [color=ed1c24]Tara Niklos[/color], [color=39b54a]Zaheen Ibrahim[/color][/center][hr][hr]

[color=ed1c24]"Why do I [i]ever[/i] ask you to wake me up?"[/color] he grumbled down at the slim woman beside him, as bacon sizzled delectably in the frying pan he was currently managing. In response, she smirked as she poured her bowl of eggs into her own pan, and set to work on an omelette that would soon be host to cheese, sausage, bacon [i]bits[/i], chives... Mm. God, Mom knew her way around omelettes. He'd learned to follow along and make them himself, but there was no denying the gap between student and master in the culinary arts. At least he wasn't dumb enough to think he could compete in that realm with a [i]Mom[/i], of all people...

"Because, Jonas," she replied with obvious amusement, as she swirled the yellow liquid-turning-solid with flawless, natural control. "You [i]know[/i] I'll do it right. That's the exact reason you gave me last night, y'know."

[i]New plan. Beat up me from last night. Dumbass is gonna give us a heart attack.[/i]

[color=ed1c24]"I wasn't planning on you reminding me that I was [i]dumb[/i] enough to have you watch Battle Tendency with me [i]and[/i] make me fear for my life against an [i]invisible opponent[/i] when I said that."[/color] He snorted, forking the bacon into his plate with a playfully angry scowl. Well, mostly playfully, anyway. You never fully get away from being grumpy about an early, [i]early[/i] morning. To which, she laughed heartily, expertly maneuvering and folding his omelette into his held-out plate in what almost seemed a practiced, nigh-automatic motion for the two. "It worked, didn't it?"

[color=ed1c24]"Yeah, well enough that I'm about to [i]slither[/i] into Tara's car and show you how quickly a viper can strike.[/color]"

"Speaking of, when's she supposed to be here, again?" she asked, deftly plucking a strip of bacon from his plate while the omelette pre-occupied him. His warbles of protest plainly and unrepentantly ignored, she polished off the last of her mug of coffee and folded her arms, expression fading from that cheeky grin she so often wore to one of mild concern. "You never got that figured out?"

[color=ed1c24]"We ended up playing it by ear, and she just said earlier would be better."[/color]

"You should let her know you're up."

[color=ed1c24]"That's why the phone's in my other hand, Mom."[/color]

"Alright! Just making sure."

[color=ed1c24]"Mm."[/color] he grunted with a nod.

[b]Messages: Contacts: Imouto-chan (Tara)[/b]

[color=ed1c24][i]I'm up

You on the road?[/i][/color]

A thought struck, and a low chuckle managed to make it's way through a combination of eggs, sausage, cheese, bacon, and chives mostly unscathed. An admirable feat, by all means. 

[b]Messages: Contacts: THE GREAT ZAHEEN[/b]

[color=ed1c24][i]Year 2 START

You like your alarm? :^)[/i][/color]

Let it be known that his proclivity for being a smartass did indeed come from the [i]mother's[/i] side of the family.