The first thing that Jay did when he woke up was standing upright and slapping Red King's face to wake him up. No matter how comfortable the bed was, it has to be done. The sooner his male caregiver wakes up, the sooner they can go to the bakery. The sun is already high up in the sky as seen from the window, and the sounds of the bustling city were creeping in through the motel room's door.
Now that he's not relying on the dim ceiling light, the transmigrator could finally see how run down this place was. The wallpaper was a sad beige with a bit of mold at every corner; there's cigarette stains on the popcorn ceiling, and the furnitures were dusty. Furnitures included a single chair and table next to the window. At least the bathroom was clean, and the baby received a bath while Red King asked the front desk for new sheets.
