[center][h3][color=Red]Jonas Highwind[/color][/h3]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The Highwind Family Household
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] An Alarm Clock, the Highwind Matriarch[/center][hr][hr]

5:30 AM.

A magical time, by any means. So much so that, once every year, it was of the utmost importance to one Son of the God of War himself. As soon as the bottom of the hour was struck, one certain, determined piece of technology went to work. Today was that all-important day where 0530 was the imperative, all-important hour, and as was it's duty, it [i]would[/i] wake it's owner, no matter how obstinate he may be. Such was the decree of his mother, after all. She'd set [i]this one[/i] personally.

[i]BEEEP. BEEEP. BEEEP.[/i]

[color=ed1c24]"UG[i]GGH[/i]."[/color] came the listless, quarter-wakened groan from the large twenty-year old, who had every intention of disproving the notion that five-freakin'-thirty in the morning was an important, or even reasonable, time to wake up. Especially for someone in this stage of life! For pete's sake, he'd just hit his second decade on this earth! These were the prime moments of his life that he was made to suffer through an alarm during, here, when he could be resting peacefully!

Hands disorientedly pawing out to the nightstand, he roughly smacked the snooze button, intent on forcing the damn thing into silence for another fifteen minutes. He didn't care if today was the day he headed back to the Academy, he just wanted to sleep! Was that such an unreasonable thing to ask?

Evidently so, for the lady sitting at the kitchen counter with a mug of coffee in her hands was smirking, as the next phase of her plan to wake her son was revealed.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUhVCoTsBaM]AAAAAAAAAAAAIAAAAAAEEIAAAIYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE[/url]

A veritable [i]explosion[/i] of sound erupted forth from the Phone-sourced clock's [i]very surprisingly[/i] bass-powerful speakers. What the hell?! That wasn't what snooze did! That wasn't what snooze did at all! Rising to a seated position, he very briefly fought off the compulsion to pose flamboyantly ([i]of course[/i] mom would know to set it to something from fucking JoJo), and sharply yanked his phone free from the clock's dock, silencing the noise abruptly. [i]Christ[/i], that was unnecessary.

Despite being the son of an actual, real God, some old habits and phrases would never seem to change. checking his messages for any new notifications, he found only the token one that, well, he honestly should have expected.

[b][u]Mom[/u][/b]

[i]The alarm work? :-)[/i]

[color=ed1c24][i]No I dont think it was loud enough[/i][/color]

With a surly grunt, he tossed the phone onto the pillow next to his (he always slept on one side of the be for some reason) and lied back down, eyes hidden beneath a burly forearm. Seriously, he'd wake up, all he needed was a couple minutes to boot or whatever...

Ten minutes passed. 

A door opened.

A pair of slippered feet quietly crept over to the side of the bed.

A phone was placed next to his ear.

The volume was cranked up to maximum. Nothing less would suffice.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQhJMvJDSZA]The play button was hit[/url], and a step back was taken, as arms folded expectantly.

[color=ed1c24]"hhhuh? wh--"[/color]

[i]RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR[/i]

[h2][b][i]A M A D O U U U[/i][/b][/h2]

[color=ed1c24][b]"GAH!"[/b][/color]

This time, the six-foot-three mass of muscle [i]leapt[/i].

"Didn't[i] see[/i] that one coming, huh?"

...DID SHE REALLY JUST--

The woman's smug smirk said it all.

[color=ed1c24]"[i]M O M ![/i]"[/color]