It wasn't so much that Brick didn't like mornings...okay, so he didn't like mornings.   Actually, he more detested and loathed them.  Invariably because for so many years it had involved him getting out of a perfectly warm and comfortable bed to go do things that he really didn't want to do.   Evenings were much more his thing, as that was usually when he got to do whatever he wanted.<br/><br/>This particular morning, he yawned and ruffled his hair a bit after he climbed out of bed.   He absently pulled on his clothes, floating out of the room and down the hallway.   Another part of his philosophy, "why walk when you can run and why run when you can fly?"<br/><br/>He floated down to the front of their domicile long enough to retrieve the milk bottles, frowning as he saw that there were only three bottles instead of the usual six.  It wasn't that Brick was stupid, he simply preferred solving problems with his fists rather than his head.  But then again, a good headbutt could solve a lot of problems.<br/><br/>He closed the door behind him and floated into the kitchen, leaving the bottles on the table before retrieving a box of cereal.   It would be Lucky Charms this morning and he settled down into a chair after getting himself a nice and large bowl of it.   One should never start the day on an empty stomach.