For some reason, when Kenta woke up this morning, he had no desire to get out of bed and work as he had done every previous day he was in the club. But after a few minutes of fighting the lull of sleep, he sat up from bed and slowly rubbed his eyes as the morning light shone on him bidding him a good morning. Being his obsessive compulsive self, he fixed his bed neatly and went off to do his daily morning rituals. At times like these, he was quite happy he did not have a roommate since he could fiddle with anything in the room until it satisfied him as well as spend much time in the bathroom without worrying about another persons desires. He slipped on his waiter uniform and headed out the door. His hands entwined with the silver doorknob and he turned it slowly... he was ready for a new day...at least that's what he told himself.
Walking along the corridor he buttoned up his dark striped vest, very focused on it and passive to his environment. As he did this he hummed a tune that had been running in his head for a few days now, he did not know the song name at all but it was catchy, and with Kenta-- that's the only thing that really mattered, so he wasn't curious of what the song title was.
As he struggled [he had no idea why it was so hard] with the buttons he realized that his hair was a bit more unruly than usual, but he would worry about that later. It was early and there weren't any customers yet, since Kenta was an early-bird, he could prepare the club, as well as himself, before anyone else comes.
