it can't be *that* bad.

woke up by falling out of his bed onto something sharp. Hit his head on the wall trying to leave his room. Turned the water in the shower_

to freeze-your-ass-off cold. Burned his tongue badly on his coffee. Can't find his glasses.

it can be that bad.

..thinks that it's indeed pretty bad. But a bad morning doesn't mean that a whole day will be spoiled, so he shouldn't complain *that* much!

this is true, but from past experience, days with horrible starts have been horrible days, so he's not expecting much. :I

that he should cheer up and make it a good day himself then - being gloomy won't make a miracle to happen in any way. >A>

plasters a too-bright smile on his face and goes to get his breakfast. Drops the plate.

..doesn't know whether to laugh or cry or maybe cry laughing at the clumsiness. "Are you doing this on purpose?" lets out a soft chuckle.

....wishes maybe he was so then it would stop. ;u; "No. I'm not." Sulks just a bit. "I just want my food."

pats him, "Maybe I'll just make you something? You'll probably kill yourself by the look of things!" grins goofily.

sighs and sits down at the table, narrowly avoiding stubbing his toe. "...Yes please." Says this grudgingly.

laughs lightly, picking up the pretty cracked plate. "Alright, what do you want?"

shrugs; he doesn't care. "Something simple." Doesn't want to impose on her time.

loads of time, actually! "Something simple makes me think of a piece of bread and glass of water, so perhaps something more specific~?"

sighs. "I don't know. I guess whatever you feel like making." He isn't really one for conversation.

..noticed that already. "Ehm.. Is toast and jam fine?" starts searching through the cupboards.

nods. "Yes, that's fine." But he likes it when he has company. >A<;;

that's pretty good then. Searches through the cupboards and finds jam, bread and a plate. "Toaster, toaster.." mumbles, looking around for_

said toaster.

((Toaster, oh toaster, come here.. *Knife behind back*))

points to his rather-hidden toaster. "Toaster's there."

((Pfffff ilu. c: ))

blinks before nodding, "Aha!" wonders if it's some sort of ninja or lurker toaster, hidden like that..

no ninja machinery; he just doesn't use his toaster often and puts it there to save space.

..still thinks it's a ninja-toaster of some sort. Pops two pieces of bread into it nonetheless. ((Ninja-toaster.. I'll never look at mine_

the same way))

((The things we do to our minds 8D))

watches her with mild interest.

hums a happy tune under her breath, waiting for the toasts to get ready.

awkward. Doesn't know what to say or do. Feels kind of like a creeper just staring at Andy, so he lets his gaze wander.

wouldn't really mind if he was staring at her. Takes the ready toast out of the toaster, careful not to burn her fingers. Plops them down on

_the plate and starts to fight with the stubborn jar of jam which just doesn't seem to want to cooperate and open. :I

would offer to help her but is afraid he'll break the jar. ;u;

..finally gives up, staring intensely at the jar, as if hoping it'll open up itself.

stares at the jar too. "I'd offer to help, but..."

hands the jar over to Mongolia, pouting. "Help?"

attempts to open the jar, but drops it. Stares down at the mess of jam and glass on his floor. ...."I'm going back to bed."

blinks a few times before laughing. "Oh, stop complaining and help me clean this up~" looks around for something to clean the mess up with.

carefully steps over the slippery mess and gets out some thick rags from under the kitchen sink. Hands some to Andy. "Here..."

takes them with a nod, crouching down to wipe up the mess. Looks up at him, "Hey, you help too, you!" pokes his knee.

almost jumps at the poke; wasn't expecting it. Bends down to help clean.

chuckles at the jump, still wiping up the mess. She found the clumsiness pretty funny.

a sharp prick in the palm of his hand and lets out a yelp. Now has a decent-sized gash all the way across his palm.

resists the urge to slam his head onto the floor repeatedly.

blinks and looks over at him, concerned. "Hey, are you okay? Did you cut yourself? Let me see it!" gently grabs his hand and looks at the_

gash, "Ay, ay.. Where do you have a first aid kit?"

points to his bathroom. "In the medicine cabinet..."

nods, "Alright, wait a moment!" runs to the bathroom and searches for the first aid kit, comes running back with it.

holds his hand out to her, feeling pathetic.

smiles lightly, patting his head, "Geez, you should stay away from anything dangerous, you know!" laughs lightly, "It might hurt a bit now."

starts cleaning the wound.

keeps a poker face as the wound stings slightly. Would go back to bed but wonders if he'll end up strangling himself.

it would be most safe to place him in a room with cushions and pillows stuck to every inch of it. Continues cleaning the wound before_

looking into the kit again.

agrees with that. He needs to be in quarantine today. Or something.

kinda agrees with that. With such clumsiness, even a pillow can be dangerous!

isn't usually this clumsy! He just woke up on the wrong side of life today.

it's pretty funny though, to see someone clumsy like this. Of course, it's funny until someone gets hurt.

his hand being sliced open qualifies as hurt. Wonders where the nearest padded room is so he can take refuge for the day.