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[color=FFBF00][h3]Keith Solomon[/h3][/color]
[i]October 21st
Death City, Nevada
Joint Solomon-Sylvestre Apartment[/i][/center]
[right]Tags: [@CelesteEste] - Arlette.[/right][hr][hr]
The shrill shriek of an alarm pierced through Keith's blissful dream. He tried to pushing past the noise, soon finding out that it was a wasted effort as the blaring steadily got louder and louder with each beep. A set of amber eyes opened furtively, glancing fiercely at the clucking clock- 4:30 AM. The boy groaned into his pillow as he remembered what day it was. [color=FFBF00][i]Monday.[/i][/color] he thought. Training and schooling for the week were starting again. Having to leave the comfortable, enclosing warmth of his mattress was always a challenge but a quick flash of his mother's visage quickly erased any thoughts of 'sleeping in'.

Keith was already getting into his running clothes. His sleep schedule had been drilled into him since childhood, so much so that he could get through his daily routine by muscle memory alone. In fact at one point he had woken up in the middle of a run. Stepping out of the serenely quiet apartment, he breathed in the oddly intoxicating fresh smell of the morning. 

He knew from early on that you needed to learn how to enjoy the early morning training, otherwise he wouldn't have made it. Appreciate the little things, even if he'd rather go back into the loving embrace of his bed. [color=FFBF00][i]Woops. Push those thoughts back.[/i][/color]

The familiar, rhythmic thud of his boots against gravel was comforting to Keith. A run in the morning was useful to clear his head at the very least. It also shook his lethargic body awake. A flood of thoughts went through Keith's head, mostly just to help pass the time quicker. In the midst of running, he would sporadically sprinkle in aerobic stretches. The training went off without a hitch, though he felt that something was off during the run. [i][color=FFBF00]Must be my body's shock at it being put through this at the start of the week.[/color][/i] he thought, it was an odd feeling that he couldn't quite shake off.

Keith huffed in relief, the endurance training was finally over with for the day. He began jogging his way back to his dorm. Though grateful, it was taking awhile for him to adjust not being the one responsible for his own breakfast. Not to say that Arlette was not a great cook in his opinion, he simply needed to get used to it. It was greatly appreciated gesture as it allowed him some time to laze around before classes. 

As Keith expected, food was laid on the table. A healthy breakfast for him. He passed her with a nod and stepped into his room to prepare for a shower. The shower itself was quick and he stepped out in a plain white tee with black trousers, a towel on his shoulders. [color=FFBF00]"... Good morning, Arlette."[/color] he said, situating himself across her. [color=FFBF00]"How are you?"[/color]

He grabbed his toast, dipping it into his cappuccino before taking a bite. [color=FFBF00]"I appreciate the breakfast today aswell."[/color] he said, popping the strawberry into his mouth. The breakfast delicious, as Arlette really had a penchant for it. She could prepare many dishes and have them taste swell. 

[color=FFBF00]"Did you feel something weird earlier?"[/color] Keith asked out of the blue, before shaking his head, [color=FFBF00]"... nah, nevermind."[/color]