[color=red][h3]Kaia Iona[/h3]
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"[color=red][i]Hffffffffffnnnnnnnnng[/i][/color]"

The sound of an indignant, half-awake, bed-headed Kaia emanated from the only occupied bed in the room.

"[color=red]Aaaaaaaaaaaangel?[/color]" Kaia, for lack of a better word, [i]flopped[/i] over to her stomach in what looked to be an attempt at literally rolling out of bed. It was then that the existence of the piece of paper that had been lightly placed over her face became known to her, and she batted it away from underneath her face with a satisfied [i]harumph[/i].

"[color=red]An[i]geel[/i] that's not [i]funny[/i].[/color]"

After a moment of silence conspicuously lacking a heartfelt multiple-attempt apology, Kaia frowned into her pillow. He must've waken up before her, which was... [i]surprising[/i], seeing as most mornings amounted to her attempted to drag Angel out from his blanket fortress to commandeer his working eyesight for her own use. It dawned on her that he had left her a note. The gesture was undeniably sweet, yet very, very [i]Angel[/i].

He would figure it out someday.

[color=red][i]Hopefully[/i][/color].

With a Herculean effort, Kaia pushed herself up from the mattress and swung her legs over the side, dragging the blankets with her in an attempt to keep the comfort there for a little while longer. It was through sheer force of will alone that she managed to stand upright, take two steps forward in the unfamiliar room, and promptly dropping forward to land on the other unoccupied bed in the room, feet futilely swinging in the air.

"[color=red][i]Hmmmmmpphhhhhhhhh[/i].[/color]"

Whoever made [i]morning[/i] a thing was an evil, evil person.