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It was always the same routine in the mornings. Phil's alarm would ring at seven and he would wake up, taking a few minutes to stretch and yawn before rolling out of bed to go brush his teeth.
After a quick shower he would go back to his room and drop his towels onto his bedroom floor in search of tracksuit bottoms, a hoodie and socks (odd).
By the time he was dressed it would usually be around eight and Phil would continue his trip into the bedroom adjoining his.
Otherwise known as Dan's cave.
On his own, Dan usually wouldn't be awake until about one, but recently the boys had developed a system where Phil would wake up, do his stuff, then wake Dan and they would both go to the lounge to watch anime and have breakfast.
"Danny?" Phil asked opening Dan's door. Dan groaned and threw a pillow in Phil's direction, which fell short and landed at the older boys feet.
"Wakey wakey bran flakey" Phil said in a sing song tone, picking up the pillow and flinging it at Dan's face.
The pillow made contact and Dan groaned again, pulling his duvet over his face.
After more of Phil coaxing Dan to get up and Dan groaning like an old man, both boys headed to the kitchen to make cereal.
Breakfast bowls in hand, they made their way to the lounge where Dan slid into his sofa crease and Phil turned the TV on, grabbing a fluffy black throw before settling down beside Dan.
When both boys were covered and seated comfortably, Dan clicked play and let the familiar sound of large naked men trampling on houses fill the room.
Phil snuggled his head onto Dan's chest and started munching on his cereal.
Dan looked down and smiled before pressing a kiss to Phil's damp black hair and turned his attention back to the screen.
It was times like this when Phil was truly grateful of the morning routine.