Miyoko rose from bed, reluctantly as always and foggily considering the implications of wake-up calls from Hinoto. Does that girl ever sleep? She vaguely wondered if there was a name for when enthusiastic young sprites overworked themselves and ended up snapping. Some sort of syndrome, likely. Ashitaka would probably chew me out for not knowing it, if so, she brooded quietly.
Dressed only in her t-shirts and shorts, both of which were well-wrinkled from a long night of sleep, she pushed her hair back with a headband and snapped on her collar. "Mirror please, Miharu." She inspected herself in the resulting holowindow. Eh. Not bad. I can straighten up a bit later, before I go on duty.
Being left to her own devices, Miyoko had fallen into a lengthy morning routine during the downtime, and it was taking her a while to snap out of it now that she was back on the Miharu. She didn't have time to laze around in bed for an hour reading anymore. The morning wake-up call was the start of a scramble to get ready for duty most days. She did, at least, manage to work in one part this morning, a quick workout, doing a few dozen jumping jacks and a handful of sit-ups to get her blood pumping, eventually getting enough to her brain to wake her up with any luck. She was usually sedentary, but even though she'd been a Yamataian for a good while, she was still a neko at heart. It just felt good to move sometimes. Asher still owed her a sparring match, too, something she planned to collect on before long.
