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[/color][/center][/cell][/row][/table][indent]The sun shone bright in the sky above Foxbridge, showering the large city of monsters in a warm blanket. While it was still quite early, many residents were already beginning to rouse from their slumber while those who were nocturnal were just going to bed. One resident in particular was sound asleep, which was quite unfortunate since he had a cafe to open in just 20 minutes.

The morning had once been a soothing lavender and amber. It shifted to a romantic blush that slowly, but surely, faded away and turned into gold. Aside from the ticking of the clock hanging over the door and the sweet birdsong coming from the window sill, everything was quiet. Peaceful. Wonderful. 

Why hurry? Why worry? Just sleep. A thousand times, sleep. 

This was a calm that no one ever wanted to lose, but had to, time and time again. It was a calm like when the gentle wind brushes against the river’s surface, causing a subtle ripple effect. A calm when a baby is sleeping in his mother’s arms, after having a warm bottle of milk. A calm like drinking your first cup of coffee, sitting on your balcony, and watching neighbors pass by. 

Good morning, Foxbridge. It’s a beautiful day. Good mor—[center][h3][color=ff1493][i]Zap![/i][/color][/h3] [/center] 
[color=AC2090]“Why are you still asleep?”[/color] Suddenly, that peace was broken and the sound of electricity and static had came and went in a millisecond. It was as if lightning stroke, a short distance away from the sleeping Pixie’s ears, and the beautiful colors of the morning light turned blinding, even with eyes closed. A strobe light of pink and purple, it came and went, and the shock wave caused the room to have a reverb effect. [color=AC2090]“Where’s your electricity bill? I need that.”[/color]
 
[color=fff200]“Gah!” [/color]

The once sleeping Pixie was startled awake by the zap of sound and color, flailing around a moment before completely rolling off his bed. A small thump could be heard as his body met with the hard floor, a small groan escaping his lips. [color=fff200] “The hell Q...can’t you enter in a not so loud and obnoxious way?”[/color] Jagger grumbled. [color=fff200]“Seriously it’s not even - “[/color] he looked to the clock on his nightstand and let out the girliest cry ever, leaping to his feet. [color=fff200]“OH MY GOD!”[/color]

Totally forgetting about what the time travelling male wanted he scrambled over to his closet and began to just throw clothes about, not paying attention to wear he was throwing them. He turned towards the white-haired boy, holding up a graphic crop-top type shirt to his chest and a pair of faded and ripped jeans that had quite a few trinkets hanging off of them. [color=fff200]“You think this would match? Or does it make me look too much like some wannabe hipster?” [/color] 

[color=AC2090]“I don’t care what you wear. Where’s your mail?”[/color] While Q’s expression was apathetic, his gaze lacked patience. While his friend scrambled and panicked, Q went from hovering in the air to dropping to the wood floor. He decided to go to one of the possible places the bills could be. Jagger’s desk. Unfortunately for the cyborg, this Pixie was sporadic and did not have a pattern, which meant things were moved around [b]all the time[/b]. [color=AC2090]“We are stocked. The store is cleaned. The chefs should be there soon to finish their prep work. No one’s called out... yet. And we still need to discuss a decorative theme for tonight.”[/color] He began rummaging through Jagger’s things. 

[color=fff200]“Mail?”[/color] Jag echoed, stopping what he was doing for a moment as he tried to think what he did with it last. Let’s see...he had grabbed from the mailbox...took his shoes off...went to the- [color=fff200]“It’s on the bathroom counter!”[/color] He exclaimed, almost proudly in fact that he could remember what he had done with the mail. He then went back to dressing himself.

Sighing to himself, Q walked past the fool and to the door. Gingerly opening the door, making the slightest creak noise, the white-haired man looked over his shoulder and back at his friend: [color=AC2090]“The top suits you.”[/color] After giving his short form of approval, the closest thing to a compliment the cyborg would ever give, he continued toward his destination. 

[color=fff200]“It does, doesn’t it?!”[/color] He exclaimed in an excited tone, putting on the chosen top and then choosing everything else to match with it. Aquamarine eyes stared into the mirror and he began to work on his messy head of pink hair. [color=fff200]“So I was thinking we should do a beach theme, it is summer after all. Soft sand, cute drinks with umbrellas, palm trees! Sounds fun, right?”[/color] He asked without looking at his friend, using some gel to make sure his hair stayed in place.

[color=AC2090]“Even if I was against it, you’d do it anyways.”[/color] The time traveller called out from the bathroom. [color=AC2090]“You should consider an idea box for your employees. I read that getting your workers involved builds morale.”[/color] Q wasn’t against the beach idea, and he was sure their dysfunctional family would be down for whatever Jag could pull out of his sleeves, but even so, he didn’t want their personnel to hate working at the cafe. His job was to advise the hyperactive Pixie to consider his options for not only himself, but for all his workers. Here he was doing just that.  [color=AC2090]“Ah, found it.”[/color] At last. 

Once he was satisfied with how he looked Jagger left his bedroom and went to the kitchen opening the fridge. A frown quickly followed. He had forgotten to go grocery shopping again...oh well. With a shrug he slammed the door shut and moved to the living room, glancing at the mirror on the wall and grinning. [color=fff200]“Damn I look good today”[/color] He said to really no one, winking at himself. [color=fff200]“Anything else you need before I go downstairs?” [/color] He asks the cyborg, making various faces in the mirror. Hmmm ...maybe he should think about changing his hair color.

[color=AC2090]“No. But you do have breakfast on the coffee table, in the living room. I’ll see you when I get back.”[/color] And without a proper goodbye, Q was gone, zapping out of the current location just as fast as he came into it. 

Jagger let out a gasp of excitement as the mention of food and raced to the coffee table, he was so distracted with the mirror he didn’t even notice. He practically scarfed down the delicious meal; Bacon that was cooked to a crispy goodness, Eggs that were only scrambled in the pan and not before, toast that was only lightly browned with apple butter smeared all over and a glass of orange juice with no pulp. Q always seemed to pay attention to detail...perhaps that’s why they got along so well?[/indent]