He made it a habit to watch the morning news. Not because he found the dry reporting and the constant string of bad events entertaining, but because he figured he might as well be prewarned of any issues before he went out for the day’s work. He padded out of the bathroom, scratching at his bare stomach as he made for the kitchen.
The TV screen mounted above the counter showed Miyagi and his one horn reading off the morning reports. Something taxes, something French ambassador, something something litigation against a politician…
‘Boring, boring, boring,’ he muttered under his breath, pulling open the fridge and yanking out the carton of orange juice. He left the twist-cap on the counter top, took a swig, and climbed onto one of the breakfast-bar stools.
'What’s boring?’ you called from the bedroom, rifling through your sock drawer.
'Everything!’ Hawks called back, followed by a noise of dismay. ’Eurgh. I shouldn’t