Mornings Aren't His Thing

"I'm going to work at the shitty ice cream parlor," Kent groaned at the thought of going there. He was in no mood to play manager and have his boss bitch at him every hour for every tiny thing that was going wrong in the place. It was a job, though, which was something he needed.

River grinned. "We're all going to visit Kent's place when he gets off work. That way his dad will have to be civilized." She explained.

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Bonnie happily climbed her way atop the counter and slowly ate the food. Despite being a possum, she was slow and calculated when it came to meals. It also helped that Kevin always had her exercise daily.

Yawning as he got up, walking into the kitchen while still in his lazy pajamas, the blond sat at the table. "Ugh, I'm not awake enough..." Kevin chuckled through a slight groan. "Got any coffee, Max?"