The Davenport Household

Liam woke up early. Usually he sleeps at school to avoid interaction with his dad, but in this case he just didn't feel like driving back to school last night so he stayed the night. Their dad was away on business anyway. He checked the his phone for the time, and rolled out of bed. He hated mornings, but for some godsforsaken reason he always woke up ten minutes before his alarm even went off.

He took a quick shower, brushed his teeth, then changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and a green t-shirt then made his way downstairs to find something to eat. As he walked down the hall, he kicked the doors of his siblings to wake them up also. It was a Wednesday after all, and that meant morning training. Though their dad wasn't home, so he doubted any of them would actually come downstairs. He made his way into the kitchen and made a cup of coffee, and stuffed his face with a blueberry muffin. Their cook made the best muffins. He also pulled eggs out of the refrigerator and started cooking himself an omelet, cause there was no way that just a muffin would get him through a entire hour and a half of training.

"Dad left, last night for something." Liam said, yawning into his cup of coffee as he cooked his eyes. "What some?" He asked, "I think they're a little burnt though..." He said as an after thought, as he flipped them over. OK, so they were slightly brown... that's not really considered burned yet. Right? "Did dad want you training anything specific this fine beautiful morning?" He asked, slightly sarcastic, he hated mornings. Mornings sucked.

"I'm fine with that." He said taking a bite out of his own plate of food. "Gods you're right, I suck. I'm so sorry, I tried to feed you this." He tossed the plate into the trash, and grabbed a poptart out of the cabinet. "Better than eggs, gotta be healthier than my eggs at least..." He reasoned with himself. There was a point in his life where Liam went out of his way to eat healthy foods all the time. Then he went to college, and learned that the freshmen 15 was a legit thing. Because no one has time to go out of their way to make healthy foods for every single meal and still have time to study, and go to the gym, and get tossed into the woods by their fathers.... Well maybe that last one was just his problem, but all the same.

"Alright." He agreed, putting his empty coffee cup in the sink. "Let's go." He grabbed the keys to the basement training room his dad had installed long before they were even born, he still had no idea why it was kept locked. It's not like it was a big secret, where the entirety of New Rome's inhabitants didn't know about it. Everyone knew about it, everyone wanted it which he never understood why. But then again, rarely anyone but the Davenports had been down here. He unlocked the door, and shoved the key into the pocket of his sweatpants. "Ready when you are." He told Rowan, once they had gotten down the stairs.

"Making me extremely lazy... All I do is study." He said, starting to stretch also. "You're like what? A senior or something now? How's that?" He asked, he was joking a bit though since he obviously knew what grade his sister was in. "Centurion stuff going well?"

"Ehh do what you want... Don't do it just cause you think dad wants you too. Second Centurion isn't at all that bad." He said, picking up his usual practice weapons. "Dad'll get over himself. He eventually always does." He tested the weight, he honestly hadn't touched a weapon, even a practice one since the last time he was home. Which was two weeks ago, school was keeping him so busy. "Besides, Dad'll be too pissed at me when he gets home tonight. I'm telling him that I'm considering not staying a business major." He said it quietly, he hadn't actually said it out loud yet, and while it didn't seem like a big deal, cause college students changed majors all the time. But only .000000002% of college students were davenports, and switching your major was considered a big deal.

"Rowan, we might just break his brain tonight." Liam could just see his dads face right now. It would be the color red, his mouth would hanging open as his brain malfunctioned and there would definitely be steam pouring out of his ears as he tried to decide which of them to yell at first. "Anyway, ready when you are." He said, stepping up onto the large sparring mat that took up the center of the training room.

"Wouldn't that be the dream life?" Liam answered, as he used his swords to block the left side of his body from getting hit with her stave. "That was a pretty redundant question, wasn't it?" He asked, smirking at her before lunging forward himself using his right sword to swipe at her head, and the left to swipe to her left side.

"Yes, you do." Liam agreed, he jumped over the strike coming at his feet and then blocked the one to his face. He used to use the same tactic on his cohort, when he was still Centurion. Eventually they got used to though, and by mid year of his first year of being a centurion they didn't show their fear or anxiety anymore, if they even had it at that point. He smiled to himself as he aimed both of his swords to her head.