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05:29 PM

He turned around when he heard a yawning noise from behind. Isandro Buerto had already been up for a while, despite the early time, he was often an early riser anyway. Smiling softly, he put down the box of cereal to reach around and give the younger girl a one-armed hug.
“Mornin’ Catalina, did you sleep well?” He asked his little sister who beamed up to him, nodding eagerly. She was still in her pink pyjama’s, he couldn’t help but want to pick her up and swing her round. Well, Sander did love his family very much, there was nothing more important to him than them, and his close friends of course. As she pulled away, he watched her reach up to grab an apple, biting into it quickly.
“Mama’s not awake yet, she and papa came back late from dinner.” She stated, already answering the question he had been about to ask.
“What about Anita? And Nohemi?” She shook her head. Really, the rest of his family were so bad at waking in the morning, it almost made him laugh.

Sander had dressed in casual clothes today, the most he was expecting to do was see his friends, maybe practise their music together, nothing much really. Sighing, he finished his food, quickly washing up the bowl and spoon before putting them in a rack to dry. He paused for a moment, glancing at his watch before muttering a curse, making sure Catalina wouldn’t hear. “Tell Mama I’ve gone to meet the others, if I get back I’ll cook lunch or supper, ‘k?” He called over his shoulder, getting a thumbs up from his sister. She was probably the quietest of his family, other than Anita, but her silence wasn’t from choice. Taking his set of keys and tucking them into a pocket, Sander shut the front door quietly before hurrying to his scooter, picking up the helmet for it as he arrived. It was sometimes not very useful to live in a more countryside style area than in the city, it meant he had to leave earlier and had further to travel. Though, he did like it out here, they had a large garden and while the house was only on one level, it was spread out, large and roomy.

Swinging one leg over the scooter, he put the keys in, starting up the machine and driving it out of the garage, racing it down the road. Thankfully the road was mostly empty, he could go at whatever speed he felt like without getting into too much trouble. Because of this, Sander didn’t take too long in reaching building, though he could tell with another look at his watch he was probably going to be amongst the last ones there. Parking the scooter, he patted it fondly, giving it a quick check over. Some would say he was perhaps a little obsessive over the thing, always making sure it wasn’t scratched or marked in some other way. Chuckling to himself, he hurried into the building, heading straight for the recording studio, where he guessed the others would probably be.

“Hola mis amigos!" He called as he opened the door, smiling at the other three. While Sander’s Spanish was, yes, a bit scratchy, he often had a habit of saying the odd word or phrase, very simple ones that his twin had attempted to teach him. “Everyone sleep well?”