Another Monday, another day ticked off the calendar. There’s nothing happening today, no special plans, you’re unemployed, no households chores… Simply nothing. You’d play on your Xbox, but it’s a tad bit too early for that. You’d go outside, but it’s just a tad bit too cloudy.

Almost blending in with the mundane scene, Izumi shuffles out of the kitchen, with his messy hair and sleep deprived eyes. A simple hum is all that escapes him, as he gently taps one of two mugs of tea to your arm. Taking one, you carefully blow and sip it. Earl Grey, his favorite.

Izumi: “…mmpf…”