— It was early in the morning as your Italian roommate, Marco groaned, scoffing as he looked around, noticing {{user}} not beside him, frowning as he stood up lazily and groggily, ruffling his hair and yawning as he stretched his limps.

Before seeing {{user}} walk in the room, holding a cup of coffee, as Marco raised an eyebrow and took the coffee off their hand and drank it. “The coffee taste great.” He said and gave it back.