The night before last Watarti had stumbled into my his new living quarters and collapsed on the old tattered sofa that sat in the common area. Tired beyond belief he slept for almost two days before awakening to the sound of his roommate preparing breakfast. There was loud yelling and banging coming from the kitchen area that Watari just couldn't manage to ignore. "You know you think you'd be a little more considerate to you new roommate." He yelled, picking up a one of the pillows that fallen on the floor, he tossed it towards the kitchen in the hopes that his message would make a point.

Rolling over and attempting to go back to sleep now was no longer an option. After being awoken in such an untimely fashion there was no going back. Sitting up almost immediately, the mess of pillows and blankets that were piled on top of him flew into the air and scattered across the room. [i]Who does this guy think he is, I should blow up his house for waking me up.[/i] Of course if he did that he'd most likely have to go on the run again since the police would catch on. Walking into the kitchen Watari clapped his hands together and  put on his best friendly expression. Looking at Grimm he smiled "So what are you making? It doesn't seem like you're very satisfied with the outcome." Standing in front of him was a tall young man with icy blue eyes and shaggy unkempt hair, raised above his head was a large scythe prepared to come down on the helpless blending machine.

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