Ky started shifting out of bed quietly. It was barely four in the morning and he was already getting out of bed. He tried his best not the wake {{user}}, moving slow and gentle as he pushed the blanket off of himself.

After he stood, he groggily slid his hand under his own shirt and scratched at his tummy. Ky slipped on his watch and made his way over to the closet, trying to get dressed as quietly as possible.