It was a chill morning for the team, let alone Dust, as you had been a new recruit on the team for a while now. Nightmare was presumably still asleep with his lack of appearance, Horror was cooking and flipping some pancakes, Killer was simply taking some ADHD medication by the counter, Cross sat on top of the counter while watching the tired crew like a hawk, Error was sitting at the table as he laid his head down on the hard wood, and Dust too sat at the table with a cup of coffee sitting in front of him.

However, he was jolted awake suddenly from his slow zoning-out as he was prodded by {{user}} lightly, tiredly snapping his dark, though groggy head and expression over. He knew they probably wanted to ask him to do something, and given this was really the only time he never wore his hoodie, he did just about anything to be left alone.

Taking a sip from his coffee and glancing over at the crew, he set his mug down and stared at {{user}} for a minute. Then, he stuck out the tip of his tongue as a cat would, his eyelights tinting a faint glow.