Jay stumbled into the kitchen, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The morning sun barely peeked through the blinds as he shuffled over to the coffee maker, his pajamas a mismatched mess of old shirts and sweatpants. The crumpled state of his attire was made all the more dramatic by the oversized trash bag he was dragging behind him-his makeshift pajama bag.

As Jay rounded the corner into the kitchen, he froze at the sight of Mia sitting at the breakfast table, sipping tea with an air of exaggerated elegance. She was perched on her chair, daintily holding her teacup with her pinky extended, a look of disgust plastered on her face.

"Ew," Mia said, wrinkling her nose in exaggerated distaste. "Why is there a homeless person in my house?"

Jay blinked, taken aback by the comment. "What?! I'm not-" He looked down at his attire, realizing what Mia was referring to. "It's my pajamas!"

Mia raised an eyebrow and gestured with her teacup towards the crumpled trash bag on the floor beside Jay. "What's with the trash bag? Planning to take out the garbage or are you just wearing it?"

Jay's face flushed with embarrassment. "It's my pajamas! I-"

Mia cut him off with a dramatic sigh. "Oh, so you know how to speak. I was beginning to wonder. Now, get out, you filthy homeless."

Jay's mouth fell open in disbelief. "Filthy homeless? It's not like I was expecting a fashion show!"

Mia's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took another sip of her tea, clearly enjoying the entire situation. "Well, you're not exactly setting any trends. But hey, if you need to keep warm, I suggest an upgrade from the trash bag couture."

Jay stared at her in stunned silence, trying to suppress a grin at how ridiculous the whole scene was. "Can you at least give me a break? I just woke up!"

Mia put down her teacup with a flourish, barely containing her laughter. "Alright, alright. I suppose you can stay... for now. But do try to dress like a human next time. It's for your own dignity."

Jay sighed, shaking his head as he went to the cupboard to grab some coffee. "You're impossible, you know that?"

Mia's grin widened. "And you're surprisingly entertaining for a so-called 'homeless' person. Now, let's see if you can find anything that doesn't resemble a garbage bag."

As Jay grumbled about Mia's antics, he couldn't help but chuckle. Despite the playful mockery, it was clear Mia's antics were all in good fun. The morning might have started with a bit of a shock, but Jay knew it would end with a smile.

Kai strolled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and stretching, still groggy from sleep. His entrance was a bit unsteady as he shuffled toward the counter, seeking out coffee in a similar fashion to Jay. He was in his usual pajamas, but they were a bit crumpled from a restless night. The faint smell of something earthy and unidentifiable lingered around him, a result of a mix of late-night snack mishaps and possibly a stray sprinkle of his kitchen experiments.

Few minutes later, s Kai entered, Mia's sharp eyes immediately darted to him. Her expression twisted into one of exaggerated revulsion as she looked up from her tea, the porcelain cup held daintily between her fingers.

"This is not a homeless shelter!" Mia declared, her voice carrying a dramatic note of outrage. "And why do you smell like garbage?"

Kai froze mid-stretch, a bewildered look on his face. He sniffed himself, confused. "What?! I smell like garbage? I-" He looked down at his clothes, which were indeed a bit disheveled. "I thought I just had a bad night's sleep. What's going on?"

Mia's face contorted with disgust. "Ugh. Disgusting. Utterly ghastly."

Kai blinked in confusion, still trying to piece together what Mia was talking about. He slowly moved closer to the counter, hoping to find some clarity or perhaps a reprieve from Mia's disapproving glare.

Jay, who had been standing by the coffee maker, tried to stifle a laugh. "Welcome to Mia's morning critique. Apparently, we're both 'homeless' today."

Kai frowned, taking a tentative step back from Mia as if trying to distance himself from her accusatory gaze. "I swear, I just woke up. I didn't even-"

Mia cut him off with a dramatic wave of her hand. "It's not just your clothes. It's... it's like you've been rolling in refuse. And that smell-it's offensive to the senses."

Kai looked at Jay for support, but Jay just shrugged, his smirk widening as he took a sip of his coffee. "Looks like you're in for it now, Kai. Mia's on one of her kicks."

Mia took another sip of her tea, maintaining her air of sophistication despite the chaotic morning. "I expect better standards in this house. If you're going to show up looking like you've just crawled out of a trash bin, at least do it after I've had my tea."

Kai sighed deeply, shaking his head as he poured himself a cup of coffee, trying to shake off the morning's absurdity. "Well, I guess I should consider myself lucky you didn't put a sign on the door."

Jay chuckled, patting Kai on the back. "Welcome to the morning ordeal. Just remember, Mia's critiques are the price we pay for her 'charming' company."

Mia snorted softly, the corners of her mouth twitching as if holding back a smile. "Fine, fine. Just get yourselves sorted out before you make my breakfast unappetizing."

As Kai and Jay exchanged glances, the ridiculousness of the situation began to sink in, and despite the morning's chaos, they couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

As Cole trudged into the kitchen, his shirt torn and hanging loosely off one shoulder, Mia's eyes widened in horror. He looked particularly disheveled, his hair sticking up in odd angles and a smudge of something unidentifiable on his cheek.

Mia, still perched gracefully at the table with her tea, straightened up as if she were about to address royalty. She cast a disdainful look at Cole, her voice dripping with affected superiority.

"Do you homeless not have any clothes at all?" she asked, her tone high and disdainful. "It's like you're all in a fashion disaster contest. Do you have no sense of propriety or personal grooming?"

Cole looked down at himself in confusion and frustration. "What? It's just a torn shirt! I-"

Mia interrupted with a dramatic sigh, her fingers delicately patting her tea cup as though she were about to make a grand proclamation. "Honestly, the state of you. I thought we had some standards here. I could have sworn this was a respectable house, not a refuge for the fashion-challenged."

Jay, who had been trying to sip his coffee and ignore the spectacle, nearly choked on his drink. "What?!"

Cole, flabbergasted, shrugged helplessly. "Mia, I don't know what you're on about. It's just a shirt. It tore during-"

Mia waved her hand dismissively, rolling her eyes with exaggerated drama. "Oh, save it. I'm sure there's a charity somewhere that could use your 'unique' style. Maybe they'd appreciate the effort."

Jay, now fully engaged and unable to suppress his amusement, shook his head. "Mia, seriously? Cole's just had a rough morning. Could you maybe tone down the 'rich' act just a bit?"

Mia's lips curled into a playful smirk. "Oh, fine. But only because I have a good heart. I'll make an exception this time."

Cole, still bewildered, rubbed his head, trying to make sense of the situation. "You know, Mia, it's not the clothes that make the person. It's more about-"

Mia cut him off with a theatrical flourish, lifting her tea cup with a satisfied air. "Well, let's hope that philosophy doesn't get lost in the laundry. I'm just relieved to see that not everyone here is completely hopeless."

Jay, chuckling at the absurdity of it all, gave Cole a sympathetic pat on the back. "Welcome to another day of Mia's 'elegant' critiques. Just roll with it."

As Cole attempted to clean himself up and Jay tried to get some semblance of normalcy back into their morning routine, Mia sipped her tea with a smug satisfaction, clearly pleased with her morning's entertainment.

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Jay shuffled over to the kitchen, ready to grab a bite to eat after a long morning. He opened the fridge and began rummaging through its contents, looking for something that might satisfy his hunger.

Just as he was about to pull out a container of leftovers, Mia sauntered into the kitchen, her gaze falling on Jay with a mixture of disdain and mockery. She lifted an eyebrow and remarked with an air of superiority, "Poor people do not eat."

Jay, startled, turned around with his eyes wide. "What?!"

Mia, still maintaining her haughty demeanor, took a sip of her tea and continued, "I mean, really. Do you think you can just waltz in here and help yourself? There's a certain decorum that comes with being, well, let's say, more refined."

Jay's face flushed with a mix of confusion and frustration. "Are you serious right now? I'm just trying to eat!"

Mia smirked, setting her cup down with a clink. "Oh, I'm absolutely serious. If you're going to be here, at least try to look the part. Maybe then you can earn the right to a meal."

Jay, trying hard to keep his composure, let out a resigned sigh. "Mia, this isn't some sort of social experiment. I'm hungry, and I'm going to eat."

Mia folded her arms and tilted her head, as if contemplating Jay's audacity. "Fine, if you insist. But don't expect any more 'rich' accommodations from me. You've got to earn your keep, after all."

Jay shook his head, muttering under his breath, "You know what? Forget it. I'll just get something from the pantry."

As Jay grabbed a snack and tried to make sense of Mia's bizarre behavior, Mia watched with a mix of amusement and condescension, clearly enjoying the role she had crafted for herself in this strange morning drama.

A few minutes later, Kai walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and looking around for his morning coffee. He spotted the coffee maker but noticed it was empty. Frowning, he turned to Mia, who was now seated at the kitchen table, draped in a silk robe and adjusting her imaginary diamond necklace.

"Where's my coffee?" Kai asked, his tone edged with impatience.

Mia glanced up from her morning newspaper, barely concealing her smirk. "Oh, did you want coffee? I'm afraid that's reserved for those who can, let's say, afford the finer things in life. And judging by your attire..." She looked Kai up and down with a disdainful sniff, "I don't think you qualify."

Kai's eyes widened in disbelief. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Mia took another delicate sip from her teacup and waved her hand dismissively. "Well, if you want to drink coffee, perhaps you should reconsider your, ahem, appearance. It's all about presentation, darling."

Before Kai could respond, Cole entered the kitchen, his shirt still bearing evidence of yesterday's adventure. Mia's gaze fell upon him with a similar look of repulsion.

"Oh, my stars," Mia exclaimed, placing a hand on her chest. "What are you wearing? Have you been rummaging through a dumpster?"

Cole, looking thoroughly confused and somewhat hurt, glanced between Kai and Mia. "What did I ever do to you? I'm just here for some coffee."

Mia turned her attention to Cole, rolling her eyes. "Well, Cole, if you had any sense of style or decency, you'd understand that appearances matter. And since you seem to be lacking in that department..."

Cole threw his hands up in frustration. "Seriously? I've never seen you act like this before! What's your problem?"

Mia gave him an exaggerated sigh, as if explaining to a child. "It's simple, really. If you want to be treated with a bit of respect, you need to present yourself accordingly. Right now, you're just not living up to the standards."

Kai groaned and muttered, "This is ridiculous."

Mia, savoring her moment of superiority, smirked and leaned back in her chair. "Well, if you can't meet my expectations, perhaps you should reconsider your place in this household. Or at least try to dress like you're not auditioning for a part in a disaster film."

Jay shuffled into the kitchen in his rumpled night suit, his hair sticking up in all directions. He was still half-asleep, but the sight of Mia, looking utterly composed and judging everyone around her, quickly jolted him awake.

Mia's eyes landed on Jay, and she snorted with derision. "Oh, look who decided to join the party. Another one of the, shall we say, less fortunate guests. What's with the attire? A trash bag chic?" She took a sip from her tea with a smug smile.

Jay blinked, confused and irate. "What did I ever do to you?!"

Mia raised an eyebrow and leaned back in her chair, her tone dripping with disdain. "Oh, Jay, you never did anything for me. And that's the point. You're just another one of the 'homeless' folks. You know, the ones who don't contribute anything."

Jay's face reddened. "What?! I don't... I don't understand! I've done plenty for you! Why are you being like this?"

Mia laughed, a high, tinkling sound. "Really? Like what? You're always around, but do you ever do anything for me? No, you just take up space. Look at yourselves-Kai with his unkempt appearance, Cole with his rags, and you, in your-what's that? A night suit? It's all so perfectly pathetic."

Jay gaped at her, stunned by her cruel remarks. "You've got to be kidding me! This is absurd!"

Kai, shaking his head in disbelief, added, "Mia, this isn't funny. You're being cruel."

Mia waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, lighten up. It's all in good fun. Besides, it's not my fault if you all can't measure up to my standards. Maybe if you'd all try a bit harder, you wouldn't be so... homeless."

Jay, now fuming, clenched his fists. "This isn't a joke. You're crossing the line."

Mia's smile didn't waver. "Well, if you're going to act like you're beneath me, maybe it's time you understand how it feels. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have tea to enjoy and a reputation to maintain."

A few minutes passes and Mia, still in her exaggeratedly posh demeanor, suddenly let out a loud snort. Her facade crumbled as she burst into uncontrollable laughter. She banged her fist on the table, causing it to shake, and she laughed so hard that tears started streaming down her face.

Jay, stunned and slightly irritated, tried to steady himself as Mia's laughter caused the table to jostle. "What's so funny?!" he demanded, struggling to keep his balance.

Mia, still gasping for breath between fits of laughter, finally managed to choke out, "You should see your faces! Oh, Jay, Kai, Cole, you all look so ridiculous! I was just having a bit of fun!"

Jay's confusion and anger turned into a mix of exasperation and relief. "So, you were just messing with us?"

Mia wiped tears from her eyes, still giggling. "Of course! I didn't mean any of it. I was just playing around."

Cole looked at Mia with a mix of annoyance and disbelief. "That was not funny. You really had us going there."

Kai, still trying to recover from the initial shock, said, "Yeah, you've got a twisted sense of humor."

Mia, now catching her breath, grinned mischievously. "I know, I know. But it was just too good to pass up. I promise I won't do it again-unless, of course, you give me another reason to."

Jay sighed, his irritation giving way to a reluctant smile. "You're impossible."

Mia laughed once more, enjoying the reaction she had elicited. "I know. That's what makes me so much fun."