Alright! Wels fluff request from ACykaofSouthEastAsia! Just a warning I was thinking around and decided to try and do fluff but with just one person, so in this case Wels. So this kinda turned into an experiment of the sorts, so it probably isn't what ya wanted. (Definitely not what I wanted..)  So feel free to let me know if ya want me to re-write/redo it but with actual people! Becuase like I said, this became more of a one-time experiment..?

And the next request (Whaler3000) is gonna be like a solid month or so..

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You ever wake up in a good mood? What about a sucky one? A stay-in-bed one? A let's-go-do-stuff one? Well, so did he- Wels. Except in the form of a mix of all these.

The knight slowly sat up in his bed, feeling oddly refreshed and only a little groggy. He let the warm, fuzzy blanket slide from his shoulders and smiled a little at the peculiar feeling of not freezing without it.

He outstretched his arms, feeling the warm sun shine through the windows, onto him. The birds outside were chirpy- But not in the annoying way. He could see the slight wind shaking the trees as it rustled the excess leaves out. He smiled a little, but stopped as he heard that little rewinding sound in his brain and blinked.

Sun.

Sunny.

Bright.

Quickly, the knight threw aside the covers and turned to the alarm clock.

10:45 am

"Crud!" He quickly scrambled on some working clothes. Today he was supposed to wake up early to get a head start on some building, but apparently he'd slept through his alarm. He sighed as he stumbled over his laces and pant legs, knowing that the already planned-to-be late night may just turn into yet another early morning project. And by early he meant going into three, four am.

Bypassing the kitchen and ignoring today's breakfast, he went for the door. And it didn't work. Huffing, he tried again. Same result. Was it locked? Maybe. So, he checked the lock and frowned, trying the door again. It wasn't locked..

One, then three, then seven minutes passed, and he still wasn't able to open the door. Regretting his prior action of kicking the door, the knight turned and started to look around for something to open the door with.

And then there it was.

Lit up by the luxurious light, angel's basically singing in the background, it laid there. Perfect and untouched, every single piece in the perfect position, basically waiting for his attention. Wels smiled, feeling his watering-mouth.

A simple, chocolate malt, breakfast sandwich with a side of Oreos and candied bacon sat on the counter, with slight steam coming off and adding to the heavenly effect.

A low growl from inside his stomach made itself known. The knight stood there, quietly debating. Slowly but surely, the burning hot ball of hunger became worse and worse, efficiently matching the pain of a kicking baby.

The door seemed to be getting farther as the food got closer- Maybe becuase it was. Or that his feet had involuntarily brought him over to the course. Either way, food was closer, and so he ate.

After finding himself full and the plate just empty, he quickly got back up and towards the door. For a moment, he thought about not doing anything today. It wasn't like he could with the door stuck..

What? No! Stupid! You have work to do! Snap out of it!

Wels sighed, mentally slapping himself. He had work to do. He grabbed the door and smiled, seeing it was unlocked. Just halfway through opening it, the microwave went off and the TV became all static-y.

He paused after barely half a moment before pulling his hands over his head as he knees gave out to the sound of the metal box. Once the rings ended, he laughed. He quickly jumped up and went to the microwave, thinking of how him and Ren would always duck and cover when it went off, like it was a bomb.

He opened the door and tilted his head. Why was there popcorn in there? Wels sighed and pulled it out, using the last of his patience and self-restraint not to eat it-

He paused, and slowly looked to the TV- Which wasn't just making noises, but playing a show. His favorite show.

He stood there, refusing to make eye contact with the TV.

A faint 'click' could be heard, and he knew the door was locked. He just knew. The TV played louder and so did the little nagging voice in his head. And finally, the temptation gave in as he plopped down into the small couch and began singing along the theme song- Well, his version...

My little pony, skinny and bony..

Went to the park one day!

Tripped on a wire, caught on fire,

And died that very day, hooray!

He smiled and jumped a little and the last word, before officially getting all comfortable and enjoying watching his show without the nosy noses and stalkiative eyes of the hermits. (Cough, Grian, cough.)

And eventually, the sun hit the horizon, the sky faded into it's routine of colors, and another drop of saliva hit the spit-puddle the hermit had unwillingly created while being asleep. But tonight he slept with a smile, because there are some things you don't question.

Just like a good day..