He had been brushing his teeth when he heard Ma Dai by the door. He had been tempted to answer his questions, but his words would have been poison, tainted by his bad mood. Ma Chao kept his tongue, and soon found himself increasingly weighed with guilt as his cousin went on, only answering with “Orange Juice” to Dai’s question. His morning rage was largely due to his lack of sleep and the dissonance he felt in such an unfamiliar setting. True, his cousin probably didn’t mind, but it still weighed on him.
When Dai left, he finished brushing his teeth and stripped himself of his clothing, entering the shower. Ten minutes later, he opened the bathroom door carefully, remembering how he had accidentally opened it in his cousin’s face the previous night. Who had bathrooms in such narrow halls, anyway? He shuffled out of the bathroom to his room with a towel around his waist, muttering something under his breath that could have been a “Sorry” or an impression of a particularly ornery dog as he passed by the kitchen.
Ma Chao was quickly made aware of the alarms pieces scattered across the floor by stepping on one, causing him to curse vividly again. He leaned against the wall after a moment of hopping about, sighing deeply. The street cars had kept him up, and sudden pops caused him to wake easily. He had never been a light sleeper, but the city put him on edge. So much noise! He missed back home, where all he had to listen too was the sound of crickets outside his window during the night.
First day away from home and you already want to run back like a 13 year old girl? Nice. Yunlu would never let you live it down. Chao sighed, straightening back up and heading to the closet. Once dressed, he paused to clean up the pieces of the alarm off the ground, guilt growing further. Dai had bought it for him, and now he wasted his cousin’s money. “What a wonderful way to replay his kindness.” He muttered under his breath, ever present frown deepening.
Deeming the mess cleaned up enough for now, he headed for the kitchen, figuring breakfast would have been finished by then. He sat at the table, pulling his hair back into a ponytail as he stared down at the glass of orange juice before him. After a moment of silence that was painfully awkward on his part, he spoke.
“…I, uh… Managed to sleep well enough. Thank you for making breakfast…” That was rather late. “…And good morning.” Very late. He wished he had gotten more sleep, sighing as he rested his head in his hand, eyes getting heavy once again. The only thing keeping him from sleep was the smell of breakfast and his growling stomach, but found himself having little will to move.