Kaizen's eyes snapped open at the crack of dawn because his survival instincts were aggressively screaming that sticking around until his demonic roommate returned from his morning summoning rituals, which Klaus called workout sessions, was an absolutely terrible idea.
He rolled out of bed with the grace of a startled cat that had just seen a cucumber, shivering in the morning chill, and frantically undressed while keeping one paranoid eye glued to the door as if it might explode at any moment.
"Brush. Bath. Go. Speedrun strats only."
He muttered the commands to himself like a mantra as he practically vibrated through his morning hygiene routine at maximum speed, splashing water on his face and dragging a comb through his silver hair just enough to look like a functioning human being rather than a swamp creature.
