[IO!-IJAIRC!]Breakfast at Daybreak

[Ezrihel]

"Nooo... I don't know where they hid the mystical elixir... Grow your own tail back bubz..."

Little did the young phoenix know that aside from being just a kitsune, Kyda was also a notorious sleep talking fox. She fluttered into the room. Tilting her head to the side, Nyx landed on the short headboard above the bed, having chose to look down onto the sleepy fox.

In Finneas' absence she had seemingly magnitized herself to one of the pillows around her, having pulled it close to her body before tightly wrapping her arms around it. Her knees were brought almost all the way up to her armpits, and they too clutched the pillow. Kyda moved around on the bed some, giving a big stretch and a soft yawn and adjusting her position before returning to snuggling her cushion.

Nyx cocked her head from side to side before gliding down and perching on Kyda's head. She gave a few short chirps in attempt to wake the sleep ridden Kitsune from her slumber. No response. She gave a few more futile chirps before pecking her face a handful of times.

The pecking seemed to have done the trick as Kyda started out of bed, flailing her arms at the cheeky little bird. She groggily sat up, giving a groan that spelled out how fucked her slept cycle currently was and how much she wanted to be asleep still. She gave a big stretch, sucking air in as she arched her back and reached her hands to the ceiling. Letting her arms down, she smacked her lips a few times and wiped her eyes before it dawned on her.

Breakfast!

Was it for her? She had not a clue-- But it smelled wonderful and she wanted some! Slowly she stood up from the bed and steadied herself on the edge of the nearby wooden dresser. Upon hearing a few glorious chirps, she threw a glare up at the top of the door only to spot Nyx.

In a soft and sleepy voice, she gave a half-real threat. "Yanno, one day, yhuer gonna be my breakfast, bird."

Nyx gave a couple a chirps, almost like a laugh, or dare to fulfill that threat. Kyda paid next to no mind to it, as she was far more preoccupied with the concept of trying to coordinate the movement of her own two feet without tripping over them.

Shuffling into the kitchen behind the Phoenix bird, she used the sleeves of her shirt to rub and wipe at her eyes. She gave a cute yawn, covering her mouth with her left hand as she ran her right hand through her frizzled and messy hair. She looked at the table and noticed that her red-headed host was setting down a cup of orange juice for each of them. He had, in fact, set the table with two plates, and it smelled wonderful.

Her mouth watered slightly as Finneas asked her if she wanted to go ahead and eat now, or wash her face and what not first.

"So sleepy... but-- I want to eat first!"

Finn invited her to the table, pulled a chair out for her and offered her a pronged object that she took into her hands and eyed with a certain sort of curiosity. What a strange looking comb.

Finn sat himself down, and within the few seconds he wasn't looking at her, she ran the pronged object through her hair, wincing slightly as it caught on a few small knots. She glanced at Finneas as he set a bowl of worm-things down for Nyx, before saying, "Do you have any better combs or brushes? I mean, I'm also surprised that you gave me a hygiene object at the breakfast table, but I understand that appearances are fairly important to you strange humans-- Either way, it smells absolutely delicious Finn! And yeah, I'd be happy to go adventuring with you!"