TurnItUpAnOctave
Inkling Cadet
- Joined
- Jan 2, 2022
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- Eagle City, Komerika, Ninjala
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I wake up to blaring alarm sounds, announcing the start of a new day. My absolute faaaaaavorite wake-up call. I sigh and turn over onto my side, shoving my head under the pillow to muffle the noise. It’s not very effective, but at least it helps a bit… at least, until Her Majesty Princess Pinkie (my sister, unfortunately) stalks in, taps me on the shoulder, and says in a snobby- well, actually, she always sounds like that, but today she is using a particularly stuck-up, the ‘world-revolves-around-me’ voice- “Time to rise, Prince Huchen. You’re late for the breakfast council meeting.”
I groan. Of course. “Not right now Pink, let me sleep a bit more.”
Well naturally she didn’t take that very well. My sis lets out a beastly indignant roar and flings herself on top of me, pouncing wildly on the bed and making it quiver and shake, punching me and yelling in my ear. “I said get UP, you filthy disgrace to the royal family!!!” she screams. When she throws a tantrum, she becomes a spitting image of our, in my opinion, rather deranged father: King Chinook. The resemblance is uncanny and ridiculously creepy. I groan in annoyance and sit up, gently shoving her off the bed. Then I slooooooowly rub my eyes, stretch, and pull the covers back with an overly dramatic and drawn-out yawn. I love the priceless look of beyond-irritated, exasperatedly furious impatience on my little sister’s face. I’ll probably pay for this later, but that expression is so worth it.
I stand up with a sigh and and point to the door.
“Alright, I’m up,” I say. “Now, out. Let me get dressed.”
Pink flashes me an infuriatingly smug face before sauntering out with her head held high, nose in the air all high-and-mighty as usual. But I’m used to that by now, and I refuse to let it bother me much.
I groan. Of course. “Not right now Pink, let me sleep a bit more.”
Well naturally she didn’t take that very well. My sis lets out a beastly indignant roar and flings herself on top of me, pouncing wildly on the bed and making it quiver and shake, punching me and yelling in my ear. “I said get UP, you filthy disgrace to the royal family!!!” she screams. When she throws a tantrum, she becomes a spitting image of our, in my opinion, rather deranged father: King Chinook. The resemblance is uncanny and ridiculously creepy. I groan in annoyance and sit up, gently shoving her off the bed. Then I slooooooowly rub my eyes, stretch, and pull the covers back with an overly dramatic and drawn-out yawn. I love the priceless look of beyond-irritated, exasperatedly furious impatience on my little sister’s face. I’ll probably pay for this later, but that expression is so worth it.
I stand up with a sigh and and point to the door.
“Alright, I’m up,” I say. “Now, out. Let me get dressed.”
Pink flashes me an infuriatingly smug face before sauntering out with her head held high, nose in the air all high-and-mighty as usual. But I’m used to that by now, and I refuse to let it bother me much.
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