[i][b]Brooklyn, New York- Kai's apartment[/b][/i]

It was early morning, Kai slapped his beeping alarm clock to shut it up. He sat up from his old, coffee-stained bed and shoved the covers off. Closing his eyes hard, he popped from his bedroom to the kitchen, where a pot of coffee was, hot and ready for a mug. Kai smacked his lips and groaned. "Get up, mom!" He shouted to the other room, where his mom slept. 

"Gettin' ready, Kai!" she barked. Kai smiled at that sentence. Normally, he had to bang pots and pans, blow a vuvuzuela, and shoot two blanks in the air to get his mother awake and out of bed. He poured the black coffee into cups, stirring creamer in his mother's. Kai had always preferred black coffee. He wanted it to be simple. No hassle, no sugar, no nothing. He took the mugs and sat down at the table, clad in bed shorts and a AC/DC t-shirt. 

His mother hobbled out of her room, with her joints occasionally popping and cracking from arthritis during the walk to the table. She pulled out her chair and sat next to her son, picking up her coffee mug in the process. "I hear it's gonna be a cold one today, Kai. Better dress warm." Kai nodded, closed his eyes with clenched fists, and disappeared from his mother's sight, for about a couple minutes. His body popped back into the space he was in before, clothed. He had a stocking cap in his gloved hand, so he put it on his head. He brushed his long, brown hair to the side and smiled. 

"Is this good enough for you?" he asked.

His mother gave a warm grin. "Yes, it is. Now give me a hug and we'll be off to work."