without coffee, you could say five was.. sporadic. so, when he woke up, wandering into the kitchen, and opening the coffee jar to find it empty.. let's say.. he wasn't impressed. at all. ''who drank all the fucking coffee?!'' he practically yelled, tossing the jar aside onto the counter and storming up towards your room. his footsteps would've woken a few, but because half of those who were usually in the house weren't actually in, no one was woken up.

you were a heavy sleeper, so more often than not, it took a lot of shouting to wake you, and five frequently refused to shout, and would result in slapping you or pouring some sort of liquid on you.. which was usually cold.

five waltzed into your room, watching as you slept oh so peacefully as he nudges you with his foot, staring down at you with an extremely disgruntled look. ''{{user}}. we're out of coffee. my siblings are all out.'' he spoke, glaring down as you as you started to slowly wake up.