Duvet

[RC~]

((Darius Van Dyke, Start))

Darius yawned and carefully put his bedsheet back onto his small bed.

As Darius Van Dyke, also known as darius, Suirad, Ozzy McAllister, D-Dizzle, pussydestroyer, Yuno Gasai, Gabe Newell, Tank, pewdiepiesucks, Medic, blank, 1234, dye, Manking-REZona, Darius97, Jeff, Ronny, Shin Watanabe or Gol D. Roger on different websites, woke up, he felt a cold breeze as he realised that his blanket fell to the ground. And yes, he was ungoogleable.

He felt dizzy and wacky. Wacky Wacky, Eggs and Becky. Who the fuck is Becky?

It was a Saturday, maybe. Maybe it was a Sunday. But he knew that it wasn't a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday or Friday. Or Thursday. Because these days were alarm clock days. After going back to bed and sleeping a few more minutes or hours with his torso finally covered with a comfortable blanket, he woke up, luckily with a better mood.

Darius stared at the ceiling and tried to fall asleep again, but his eyes were pierced by the sunlight that forced him to leave the bed. After standing up, he went to the bathroom.

Oh no, the mirror.

"Man, I look like shit", he muttered. So much hair in his face. He hated his genes.

He splashed water into his face, applied shaving cream to his ugly goatee, took the razor and hoped Arizona wouldn't decide to suddenly get fucked by an earthquake.

Success.

As the water cleaned everything from his face and his family's sink, he stared at the toothbrush that had a colour, his colour, green, that indicated that that specific toothbrush was his property, not like the blue or orange one like his parents' toothbrushes.

Was he in the mood to toothbrush? He should. He coughed into his hand and smelled. Good god, that was gross. He put the toothbrush into his mouth and goddamn, the toothpaste burnt. But his bad breathe will go away. That's excellent.

((Darius Van Dyke, continued in Genki Shojo Nancy-Chan))