a very, very very very very important audio post

[glazedandconfused]

[Were you having a nice, quiet morning, Smash Academy? Well, you're not anymore, because at some ungodly hour only utilized by people who wake up at balls o' clock to work out, a shriek comes over the network.]

EVERYBODY NEEDS TO WAKE UP RIGHT NOW.

IT'S RAINING DONUTS.

[That's it, that's the post.]

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[forgetbeam]

THAT ISN'T BEING QUIET AT ALL!

[But neither is he, really. He peels the donut off his hair, leaving behind a bright pink stain of icing all over the top of his head, and frowns profusely all the while. Don't mind him, he's just gonna push his way back into the dorm and make a break for the bathroom sink.]

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

[Mondo is too awake to go back to sleep now. He pulls the covers off and scoots out of bed, the aftermath of his laughter still lingering in the form of light chuckles.]

Sure got creamed back there! What flavor was it? Did ya get a taste?

[He follows him to the bathroom, not realizing he has at least three messy donuts stuffed halfway in his pomp.]

[forgetbeam]

There is absolutely no way I'm going to eat one of them! Especially not before a real breakfast!

[To drive the point home, he drops the donut into the trash. Or into the air over the trash. It kind of floats there for a while until he pushes it down manually and then leans over the sink.

HIS ENTIRE MORNING ROUTINE IS THROWN OFF AND IT'S GONNA THROW HIM OFF this is terrible. At least the process of rinsing icing out of his hair isn't going to take too long. Half a minute at the most.]

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Come on, bro, I was pullin' your leg!

Mondo leans against the doorframe and watches Kiyotaka wash his hair in the sink, but kept his eyes wandering back over to the trash can every once in a while in case the donut rebelled against its smelly grave.]

...Still, though. Flying donuts? Ain't Asahina even weirded out a bit here? If she eats too many of 'em, SHE might start floatin' too.

[...He shouldn't even joke about that. It could really happen.]

[forgetbeam]

[IT TOTALLY COULD. As such, Kiyotaka takes it 100% at face value.]

You're absolutely right! I HAVE TO STO..PFFFBBBTTT.

[Ah yes, the melodious sound of a person who has stood up and come face-to-face with a bedhead pomp unxpectedly full of sugary goodness. It looks TOTALLY STUPID.]

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

[Mondo raises an eyebrow at this sudden behavior, genuinely baffled and not looking amused.]

What's your problem?

[forgetbeam]

[He just kinda. Points to the mirror.]

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

[Oh, sup mirror, who's that badass- OH GOD HOW DID HIS HAIR GET SO INFESTED WITH DONUTS SO QUICK?? Mondo looks horrified for all of two seconds and then grimaces at his own reflection and raises a hand to pluck one of the pastries out. It appears to be one lone timbit.

He makes a face at the single timbit. He tosses the timbit in the trash.]

I didn't even notice... Why the hell are there so many?

[He's feeling up his hair and looks kind of disturbed because he's feeling way more donuts than he expected there to be. It's like hammerspace for donuts.]

THIRTEEN DONUTS?! I GOT A BAKER'S DOZEN IN HERE!!

[forgetbeam]

If you kept your hair respectably short like mine, this wouldn't have happened!

[And then, after a second, he just has to add:]

...Bronut.

[He looks SO PROUD OF HIMSELF for thinking of that on the fly what a little shit.]

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

[Mondo looked like he was about to get mad. Or at least, more irate than he was already growing to be. But then, his face changed into a grin and he hooks his arm around Kiyotaka's neck and ruffles his wet head.]

You piece of shit! Usin' a time like this to reprimand my hair! Case ya didn't know, this school's dress code is fully acceptin' of my cool 'do! Perfectly respectable!

[A donut falls out of the projection of hair he just called a cool 'do.]

[forgetbeam]

It's hardly respectable right now!

[He ducks out of Mondo's grip and plucks another timbit out of his pompadour, holding it up as though to prove his point. Then it's into the trash with that thing.]

Wash your hair. I need to make sure Asahina doesn't float away!

[AND STICK HER SORRY ASS IN DETENTION. You don't run in the halls right outside his door that is a grave offense.]

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Right! Go get 'er, man! The shower's mine.

[forgetbeam]

If only I had known that you would be awake this early! I would have waited to join you...!

[Is he seriously regretting this. Yes he is.]

Tomorrow then! For now, I'm off!

[Ha ha sorry Mondo looks like you're waking up bright and early again tomorrow. Wanna fight about it TOO BAD HE'S LEAVIN'.]

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Hey! Don't be-

[And then he's gone. Join him? It's not like they were shy about baring all to each other, and they've bathed together numerous times, so it wouldn't be TOO weird. Why is it even weird? Is it the enclosed space of this Western-style shower? His eagerness to join in? Mondo decides to stop thinking too hard about it. More importantly, there's no way he's gonna be forced up at this hour again. Sometimes, bro, reiteration: you're kind of a pain in the ass. Whatever, time for a nice hot shower. He'll deal with him later.]