Clink. Clink.

Your tail twitches as you flip a burnt pancake and pour black coffee into your cup. Riko is standing on the counter, tongue stuck to the ceiling. Hatchi is under the table, eyes glowing faintly.

Tsuyu walks in wearing your oversized shirt and a smile.

“Kero. Hatchi’s awake early. You sleep okay, hun?”

You grunt. Sip. Light a cigarette — then sigh and put it out because “the kids are watching.”

(You may now speak. Or grumble and go pour syrup on chaos.)