Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A Day in the Life of Bradley's Devils ❯ Morning Routine ( Chapter 1 )

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Bradley's Devils - Morning Routine

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Schuldich woke up, as she always did, to Nagi's cheerful voice. **I'm up,** she said.

"You have to say it out loud," Nagi chided.

"I'm up."

"Good! Now get up."

Schuldich threw a pillow at the girl, only to have it returned full-force in her face. "If you're awake enough to throw things at me, you're awake enough to get up," Nagi said in a sing-song voice.

"I know, I know," Schuldich said, but she grumbled as she got up, letting the cold air awaken her completely. She half-stumbled into the bathroom and scrubbed her face and teeth before glancing at the calendar on the wall. Shower day. Good.

After a nice hot shower, she twisted a towel around her hair and another around her body. If she was lucky, she'd get to spend half the day in nothing but a towel. She loved that. But now it was time to wake the others.

She sat on the Brad's bed first and smoothed her hands through his hair before poking his eyebrows and tweaking his nose. He twisted his face in annoyance, but remained asleep, so she leaned down and breathed full into his ear. Then she got closer still and said, very softly, "Oh, Bradley…"

"Don't call me that," he muttered as he woke up. "What time is it?"

"9:00."

"Too damn early." He rolled over to go back to sleep, when she spoke the magic words:

"The shower's ready."

Up he jumped like a shot, not bothering with putting on anything more than the boxers he slept in, and dashed into the bathroom to try and catch the steam before it dissipated. Schuldich laughed softly as she gave a mental nudge to Farfarello. The white-haired girl was deeply asleep, but not in berserker mode, so it was safe to wake her up. Schuldich crept to Farfarello's cell.

Once inside, she undid all the straps.

No response.

She shook her lightly.

No response.

She started humming a hymn.

No response.

"Alright, Farf. When I count to three… One, two…"

A little moan.

"Three!" Schuldich let loose with her patented 'I can't breathe!' tickle attack.

"Ack!" Farfarello said, squirming all over the place to try and get away. "I'm up, I'm up, I'm up!"

"You're not up until you get up and get dressed," Schuldich said.

"Schu, that's not fa~a~air," Farfarello whined.

"Deal," her best friend said heartlessly. "Up."

"I am up."

"No, you're not. Up."

"Alright, alright," Farfarello sighed. She got up and sort of lumbered into her personal bathroom. Shuldich heard sounds of splashing water, and then an "Eee!" and walked away, content with her morning routine.