[u][center]Kei[/center][/u]

Every single morning, Kei felt like the world was pulling some kind of joke on her. Everything in her room, making it the first thing she saw every single morning was white. Pure, bright white. Her walls were a plain white, her bed sheets and futon, also white. Even her desk and drawers were an off-white color. She just couldn't catch a break from that color, at least until she looked in a mirror and saw her hair (though her white pajamas certainly didn't help matters), or in her closet where clothes with actual color greeted her. Today was only made worse by the banging of pans and the shouting voice of Shuu. Kei squirmed, her eyelids twitching as she desperately tried to keep them closed. 

But the sound of pans was too much to ignore. 

Kei pulled the white sheets from on top of her and sat up, running a palm over her eyes before rising. With shuffled feet and a sour expression, pajamas still worn and hair mussed up from sleep, Kei exits her room with the speed and determination of a snail. "Shuu," she said when arriving in the kitchen, still caught in the pre-waking haze, "Knock it off. Not everyone here is a child. This better be important otherwise I'm going back to bed." Kei was still grumbling, which actually wasn't too far off from how she sounded when fully awake.